so many lasts these days… that last playlist that i posted a little while ago was my last wsrn show ever - if you know me well, you'll have recognized that most of those are pretty significant songs for me, a lot of them specifically in connection with wrsn.

today was our last power yoga class, which is no great shakes but, also, my last lesson with tony, which i didn't even really consciously think about until it was over and then i kind of started crying on a dime and was upset for a little while. but before that, i wrote my last music 48 paper and handed it in late for the last time. i didn't really write about my piece at all, instead about the history of my relationship with bach and his significance for me. actually, i was going to post it here, but it didn't come out well enough even for that; well, i hope it will make for an interesting little chat with mr. bach-scholar marrissen, my theories about bach's piano works vis-a-vis the rest of his repertoire. i think i have a very skewed and biased perception of his music.

we/i had the assassins picnic today (if you want to call it that - i was totally past thinking about the game, although there was some discussion of it towards the end.) the level of disorganization was not up to my usual standards as a host, but it was really lovely just to spend some moments with these folks, friends and dancers old and new - kat, victoria, lillie, sophie & emmy, dan, khadijah and the others, and laura for helping (last rushed pre-party run to genuardis? naah.) group problem-solving with the grill fire. made me supernostalgic for camping (ooh summer's coming!). my hands still smell like charcoal.

oh, and you know, i did this amusing thing in new york yesterday: [quoting from e-mail] the film+media studies program "premiere", where i got drunk and ate funny-named passed hors d'oeuvres [the godfather I and II were the first two trays with biscotti things on them - inexplicably, the third one was "henry VIII"] in the room on 44th and broadway where they shoot good morning america [with huge polarized windows so we could watch all the times-square passersby, but not they us!], with patty white, kaori kitao, maurice eldridge, tiffanys lennon and gong, mara fortes, damon mcmahon, lynne desilva-johnson, laura's parents (mom '77), jonathan franzen, and peter biskind, among others. very strange.

at least, the part where i felt myself turning into a swat alum on the spot (!). lynne (who graduated my freshman year) said "of course i remember you - i remember everyone in the music community." everyone's doing something, or nothing, so that's heartening. am i okay with being an alumnus soon? i guess so. it's funny, the things that faze me - i'm fine with leaving here, and i'm pretty excited about doing some other things, but i just get upset about all the things that i won't be doing again. today was the first time i cried about it though, and i didn't even actually cry, so. there are still some firsts - for instance, i was in LPAC 201 for this first time today. now that is a sweet room. it might even beat 44th and bway. (but it can't touch the rooms in the museum/house [um, castle] i was in on monday with the gothics - check it out, this is the guy's living room.) so yeah.

speaking of alumni, guess who i ran into on campus last thursday? if you were alyssa, you'd be able to guess. she's lost some weight, especially in her face, and i'm not sure it suits her. well. she's in radioland now. some day i'll take her out to lunch and ask her how she got to be a rock star.

better sleep so i can get up and go go go again until it's over.

i write music for soundtracks now