people seem to be having difficulty with this weather, natural and artificial. but it seems pretty routine to me. change your clock, put on a scarf. again i get to watch it falling outside my kohlberg third corner classroom, where wind currents and temperature differentials between the buildings make flakes in each of four windows travel in a distinctly different direction.

the weekend. little accomplished workwise and my room only marginally less messed (though i concur it's not as messy as it looks) but of course i enjoyed myself. work, well, is just not what it's about.

the jazz concert was a little ridiculous. i had a great time working out with percussionist alex and morgan, even though i hadn't played with them until an couple hours before the show. we didn't even have a chance to run through everything we performed, we were still discussing some arrangements on stage. not that any degree of unprofessionalism would stop the audience (substantially depleted due to the simultaneous rhythm'n'motion show) from lapping it up. we closed with a latinized moanin', a harebrained idea of john's which we had literally not played once before the show. somehow it built up a ferocious pitch of intensity, and somehow we ended it. okay.

sager i can't tell you much about. (not because i was drunk or anything.) you know if you were there. it was fun. not quite as good as last year (music, decorations, energy - all quality but not as transcendent as last year's - on second thought i won't link to my entry from a year ago; you can find it yourself) but that could have just been my experience. more nudity this time, thanks (but no thanks) to erica and tika's soiree. hm. i think veronica was my favorite. blair and syd as cupcakes were adorable and get extra points for noticing the lewis carroll theme. as rabi tells you, i had curly blue pipe-cleaner antennae and shiny blue 'lashes, both attached to my glasses frames (since i didn't have any contacts to wear, i turned my deficiency into an asset) to match my much-complimented cobalt slip (all items from rebeccas.) so i was kind of a caterpillar. i danced with her most of the time - i didn't have the energy to want to dance with most of the others.

interlude (does music become appropriate because i put it on or vice versa?) :

you know I’ll always wait
each time you take a step
so rest yourself down here a while
rest your sleepy little head

but how do I know if that’s what you want?
how do I know if you’d care?

yesterday lived up to its name (who named the days?) and so did the fun fair i guess. well if anything did it was the spoon concert. two of our party dropped out (work, it does this) so peter and jake (who accompanied me to my first philly concert first week first year) took their place. well timed - we missed/avoided sugarquief (fancy, that is how you spell it) but caught crooked fingers, squeezing as much rawk as they could muster (not a whole lot) out of the earnest "blue-collar" "americana" rock they epitomize so well (peter, on a springsteen tune: i like it when bands cover the artists they're obviously ripping off.)

and then! my god. this was by far the best show of the last few weeks (if not the year) and that's saying something. along with yo la tengo and (who else again?) spoon really are the best band there is. i'm convinced. they just have so many good songs! they played many many for a long time and even then i could think of others ("take the 5th", "reservations," "stay dont go") but that's just quibbling. it seems silly to list highlights (though "car radio" in the encore made me yelp and thrash the loudest), because everything they did was so. right. on. (or as britt would say "aallriyght! c'mmmon!") and that's the fiercest two-note piano playing i've ever witnessed. and, r & i were right up front, and had just the grandest time doing that indierock-couple-at-shows thing. whee, couldn't stop smiling.

so we left spoon and came home to spoon (not really, ha ha.) (i glanced at the french assignment long enough to see it said "choisissez" a genre, and not explicitly "ecrivez" 3 pages, which is weak i know but i needed to sleep and wake up and sleep some more.) oh, oh. um. help. these vicissitudes are exactly what i don't want. and i know it will swing back. and so, and so. ah. there's more news of course but i ought to stop now and write some reviews. short, they will be short i say!

sibella
we don't make sense together
but my heart's with you

ps. today i got an envelope with a new passport and an old birth certificate. nice to have proof of existence again.