for some reason i asked the monroe county juror's office to move the date of my summons up to next week, instead of having them postpone it again until a time (coming very soon) when i can claim pa residency with even more legitimacy, which i certainly could have done. i guess i thought it would be interesting. well, i still think that, kind of (at least it will be an interesting way for me to get some reading done), but now i'm really hoping that i don't get selected to serve, or if i do that the trial is done in like a day.

because i'm suddenly remembering all of the wonderful things rochester has to offer, and thinking about how nice it would be to have a week free to play tourguide and busybody, flitting around getting stuff accomplished and serving our own needs instead of my quasi-ex-countypeople's.

like, we could/can go the george eastman house (yay photo!), the METAL musem/elizabeth gallery, the strong, and even the MAG; visit SOTA and abundance and archimage and village gate; wander through highland park, cobb's hill, pinnacle hill (can we get up there again?); partake of still the best cheap culture opportunities i know - record archive ($5 cds!) and the cinema ($3 double features!); scope out the used stereo shop on park for some components; hit up abbot's and maybe the little or whispering pines; make appointments with stamm, fontana, and rich levy; say hi to ruth and kate and the subaghs; take field trips to seabreeze or charlotte or hell even niagara or the albright-knox; start our disney features marathon; work on photo albums and websites; do my laundry; and of course track down whoever's still in town of the old gang…

okay; that's my bit of hometown nostalgia, a la emily (at least, before she was actually back home and soaking in the good life, as per her latest.) right, so for those of you who care, i'll be going back to rocktown this sunday, after first passing through a pair of colorful jersey towns (red; orange).

in other news, rita's is now serving something they call "gelati," which consists of water-ice plus custard both at the bottom of the cup and in a big sploof on top [what laura described as "hard-core soft-serve"]. i was skeptical about the combination at first, but actually it works remarkably well. and even, when you get to the bottom and it's mixed together in a flavorful lightly creamy cold soupgoop, the name becomes vaguely fitting.

oh, speaking of gelati, and i guess i'm doing this in totally the wrong way, laura and lizo and steve and i went to copa gira (right?) in center city the other day and had something more authentic (angelica and pistachio something flavors.) that was after steve took us to an awesome place way out in the wilds of fairmount park in mount aerie (airy, whatever, i like my way), like a several-time-magnified version of the crum gorge, with a correspondingly bigger high-up rock outcropping where we climbed up to a statue of william penn that said "toleration," and drank holzman homebrews, and got caught in the afternoon thundershower. but it was before we met alan and had dinner at karma and a constitutional to the irish memorial, and saw the sign that said, just, "gayer hairpieces."