Monday, September 29
the main thing saturday was bread and puppet: i went to their "workshop" in the morning, which was actually just a rehearsal for the afternoon performance, in which they taught us to sing a song, clatter cymbals, dance with chairs, crawl in the mud, carry giant cardboard cutouts of iraqi women's faces, toss cutouts of devils into the air, intone poorly-scanning hymns against victory, and process noisily to a burial site. i brought my accordion for the show (playing it as i walked across campus, which is always fun), to play it in the "funeral march for a rotten idea" (which comes after the "insurrection mass," the main part of the show.) there was a badly-but-could-have-been-worsely timed downpour right before the show was about to begin, but after we thought we had lost our audience, the amphitheatre filled right back up with even more people. so we had a show, and then we had bread, with or without the unbelievably potent aioli that the puppeteers refer to simply as "poison."
that was lovely fun, but even better was the party afterwards, at the ashton house (which, can i say, reminded me of my own, even though it's about three times bigger and nicer.) this was easily the best party of the weekend, and maybe of the ytd. because: after booze'n'schmooze and catered thai, the B&Pers whipped out their instruments and we had ourselves a little blowing session. dixieland, circus music, swingin' folktunes ("dirty old town," "bananas," "darktown strutters," "hallelujah i'm a bum," etc.) with tuba, trumpet, clarinet, accordion, trombone, strawberry on bass drum, and me on snare. and all the people dancing, of course. ha cha! whoopee!
later, becca and i powered up for pacespartying, but it turned out to be a stereotypically offensive affair. oh, that accursed space and the dreadful things that happen there. [plug: but! all that will change (for an evening) when Djversity Workshop, the hotttest new party-tossing crew in town, interfaces and replaces the disgraces of paces, this friday! stay tuned for more.] nice thing about this one was there were a lot of people hanging outside, in the frag. garden and so on, cuz it was nice for that. well, and the dancing was marginally fun at times; it's dancing after all. anyway, i made a correct decision to not do something it would have been a bad idea to do. so, that's good.
hey, i was even some productive this weekend. the puppetry (and, well, accordioning with DmcC in the belltower, playing "evangeline" and "evangeline" and other songs for the people walking to sharples) took saturday out, and i was cooking or something on friday, and i lounged around most of sunday morning. but i did finally write (most of) a letter to DB. (should i post some of it here? it could be an open letter.) i tried to make my printer and burner work (no luck, rg.) i made enchiladas, and we had a party dinner meeting. and i wrote a draft of a paper, which was sort of novel. it was only a wa draft, so i left the last two pages as notes and went to class rather than tightening it up. it's funny when going to class feels like procrastinating.
sorry to be all straightforwardly narrative. i have analytic thoughts too. maybe i'll write in my (gasp) livejournal, since people seem to be figuring out about it.
you're gonna have to get over it
you're gonna have to get on with it
you're gonna have to get it up