Tuesday, May 11
my my, what's going on with blogger. high times!
there was a bit of rumbling and some flashes and then snap it is summer (as of yesterday), and i'm thinking why ever is my plan to live anywhere south of 60°N? well i guess i have little enough of a plan that that could be remedied.
funny thing is it feels like the end of summer, not the beginning, like we've already sweltered through a couple two months of this and we'd better be cherishing these listless nights because there aren't going to be many more of them.
of course i'm just confused - this wistful transient fin-de-saison aimlessness comes from this being the last three weeks of swatlife, the summer of my youth, not the actual weather. but it's like as hard to buckle down and write these last three papers as it is to do preparatory summer homework before it's actually the last days before school, what with all the late august nothingness to get done.
i came home after a full day of drumming - i was afraid my poor worn hands were going to give out, but luckily (though sort of disappointingly) the combo jazz gig (@ haverford philosophy dept. picnic, an all-out summer bbq in a professor's yard) was way less hardcore or organized than even the recording successession that had me and james ripping out take after take of stripped punk rock all afternoon (dave said we could be the world's best breeders scover band) - to find the house empty (at least of people i was looking for to talk with) and impossible to be in, even with no lights and open windows and fan starting up. so i left again and now i'm in the mcair conditioning.
there was more of this, about my late-night popsicle adventure with angela and robert and laura and sergio mendes (after dinner with patty and max), and how summer nights belong perpetually to the nineteenfifties. but it got erased when the internet went crazy.
and now, instead of recreating it again, i am going to work. !. because i haven't done any schoolwork in almost a week now.
i didn't write the words you hear me singing
i didn't sing the line before this one
there was a bit of rumbling and some flashes and then snap it is summer (as of yesterday), and i'm thinking why ever is my plan to live anywhere south of 60°N? well i guess i have little enough of a plan that that could be remedied.
funny thing is it feels like the end of summer, not the beginning, like we've already sweltered through a couple two months of this and we'd better be cherishing these listless nights because there aren't going to be many more of them.
of course i'm just confused - this wistful transient fin-de-saison aimlessness comes from this being the last three weeks of swatlife, the summer of my youth, not the actual weather. but it's like as hard to buckle down and write these last three papers as it is to do preparatory summer homework before it's actually the last days before school, what with all the late august nothingness to get done.
i came home after a full day of drumming - i was afraid my poor worn hands were going to give out, but luckily (though sort of disappointingly) the combo jazz gig (@ haverford philosophy dept. picnic, an all-out summer bbq in a professor's yard) was way less hardcore or organized than even the recording successession that had me and james ripping out take after take of stripped punk rock all afternoon (dave said we could be the world's best breeders scover band) - to find the house empty (at least of people i was looking for to talk with) and impossible to be in, even with no lights and open windows and fan starting up. so i left again and now i'm in the mcair conditioning.
there was more of this, about my late-night popsicle adventure with angela and robert and laura and sergio mendes (after dinner with patty and max), and how summer nights belong perpetually to the nineteenfifties. but it got erased when the internet went crazy.
and now, instead of recreating it again, i am going to work. !. because i haven't done any schoolwork in almost a week now.
i didn't write the words you hear me singing
i didn't sing the line before this one
