some birds are funny when they talk








Stuck in my Head
"Kiss Me Harder" by Bertine Zetlitz
"Hot" by Avril
"Brain Problem Situation" by They Might Be Giants

Now Reading
Number 9 Dream by David Mitchell
Hateship, Friendship, Courtship, Loveship, Marriage by Alice Munro

Recently Finished
A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by David Eggers
Lonesome Dove by Larry McMurtry
Mad Tony and Me by Carl Hoffman
Sweet Soul Music by Peter Guaralnick
This Must Be The Place: Adventures of Talking Heads in the 20th Century by David Bowman
Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows
Movies Lately
4 Months 3 Weeks 2 Days
Oscar Nominated Animated Shorts
Hannah Montana/Miley Cyrus: Best of Both Worlds Concert Tour
2 Days in Paris
United 93
The Savages
The Bourne Ultimatum
Sweeney Todd
The Departed
What Would Jesus Buy?
Ghost World
I'm Not There
She's The Man
Lars and the Real Girl
Romance and Cigarettes
No Country for Old Men
Into the Wild
I Want Someone to Eat Cheese With
Across the Universe

Shows Lately
Damo Suzuki/Stinking Lizaveta @ Mill Creek
Death and the Maiden @ Curio
Devon Sproule/Carsie Blanton/Devin Greenwood/John Francis @ Tin Angel
Assassins @ The Arden
Oakley Hall and the Teeth @ Johnny Brendas
Isabella and Flamingo/Winnebago and Map Me and Gatz and Songs of the Dragons Flying to Heaven and Sonic Dances and Strawberry Farm and The Emperor Jones and No Dice and Hearts of Man and Principles of Uncertainty and Isabella and BATCH and Addicted to Bad Ideas: Peter Lorre's 20th Century and Car and Sports Trilogy and Explanatorium and Wandering Alice and Must Don't Whip Um and Festival of Lies and A Room of Ones Own and Recitatif @ the Philadelphia Live Arts Festival/Philly Fringe
Martha Graham Cracker and Eliot Levin and Kilo etc. @ the Fringe Cabaret
Lullatone and Teletextile @ Boulder Coffee [Rochester]
TV Sound @ the M Room
Aretha Franklin @ East Dell, Fairmount Pk.
Romeo + Juliet in Clark Park
Daft Punk @ Red Rocks
Spoon @ Rockefeller Park
Ponytail at Pony Pants' House
Mirah/Benjy Ferree @ the 1UC
Tortoise @ World Cafe Live
Hall & Oates...ish
"Nuclear Dreams" - Mascher Dance Group, x2
The Four of Us @ 1812
Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines Machines by Rainpan whatever
Mascher Dance Group/Nathaniel Bartlett
Cornelius @ TLA
Sloan @ World Cafe
In Fluxxxx
Slavic Soul Party!/Red Heart the Ticker @ I-House
the Fantasticks @ Mum
Peter Bjork + Jorn/Fujiya + Miyagi @ fkaTLA
John Vanderslice @ Johnny Brendas
The Books & Todd Reynolds @ 1UC
Into the Woods @ LPAC
The Fishbowl @ the Frear
Caroline, or, Change @ the Arden
Low & Loney, Dear. @ 1UC

Monday, May 17

as if in preparation for joining them, i spent seventeen hours of the past several with alumni. what i have to report about alumni life…

we ate breakfast.

it was an impressively complete collection of one of the more tightly-knit friend groups i've had the pleasure of being in the more significant fringes of, as in-law, roommate, and general-purpose 2nd-degree friend. according to rebecca, they're the kind of people who take a lot of pictures. it was only the hostesses (laurel entirely) who were most missing.

unfortunately, alyssa went to bed and (as she informed me shortly after my potential ride had gone) left early in the morning, so i barely got to see her at all. also, amelia didn't collect me for church. but i had a nice time having a conversation with blair (for the first time in ages) about blossom dearie and the art department, talking to emily clough about her childen's book, playing with the kittys bonnie and clyde, washing dishes, and wiggling my toes when i didn't feel like being an otherwise active participant in the shenanigans. it was a party for syttende mai, norvegian independence (which is actually today - so, happy happy) so we had lefsa and some squabbles with swedes (though bjorn and annifrid won out over sondre and erlend.)

in the eventual morning, after sleeping with at least five or so others on alyssa's cat-free floor, and after some ny times reading and some intensely ginger granola (mmm) from bowl-colored bowls, there was a motion to brunch. brunch is a thing, they say. talk about brunchfest leaving the house shortly after noon-thirty (when am got back from kirke), we didn't finish until after three, what with walking twelve blocks to karma, splintering off into a mutiny group (w/ nori, jenny, emily, and a different paul) and heading back up again to the standard tap, a few rounds of 'though my soul…' and waiting at least an hour for food there. at least it was delectable once it arrived - my steak and avocado omlet was phenomenal, and even jenny's tuna melt was probably worth its $9 tag. (though the spoonbread was underwhelming.) the music they were playing was uncannily like a mixtape i might have made c.2002-3.

by the time we finished there was a spot of izzard and it seemed like a worse idea to go to the pma, so i just trained back home, talking about terpsichore and worklife with emily, who's on an 8-week homeless-and-jobless sojourn.

the whole business was passively nice and a touch unfathomable; i think in other circumstances i might have found it panickily nonengaging, but it was just fine to have an island of leisure in among this wrapping-up. it didn't feel removed from my experience, i just felt removed from it. but i do like those people.

i have loved the stars too fondly to be fearful of the night