this town is a song about you

Today I worked on Deconstruction a lot, and then met with my presentation group. I totally failed to be coherent about my part of the presentation, but maybe made up for it by singlehandedly coming up with almost all the discussion questions.

In happier news, cadragongirl came to stay with me on Wednesday! I was reading Struggling Upward by Horatio Alger, and started laughing uncontrollably when I got to the part where the dandified "dude" almost singlehandedly saves the stagecoach from highwaymen. I made M read it, and then we looked at each other and said, "EXCELLENT!". It was the best thing ever. The Dude was totally working a Percy Blakeney/Scarlet Pimpernel vibe, y'all. AWESOME.

Later we had a most excellent time looking at crazy music videos and watching Delightful Girl Choon-Hyang. I made M cook, and she did things with stir-fry that made my hair curl from the goodness. (More than usual, I mean.)

Friday: A lovely day at Wellesley with M and A. The campus center’s dining facility still has structural problems. Yet again I am convinced that whoever designed it was really good with interesting shapes but not so good with practical, useful spaces. The campus looked lovely, though, as usual. We happily tramped around the lake, played pooh-sticks, and scuffed our shoes through the endless fallen leaves. Like the generations of leaves that grow and die and fall, so are the generations of men...

Dinner was takeout from the creperie down the street, next to the 7-11.

Saturday M and I met A and RR in Harvard Square for burritos at Felipe’s Taqueria. All burritos in Boston are made the exact same way, but Felipe’s taste the best and are also the cheapest. Go figure. Mmmm, burrito-y goodness.

Then we popped into Schoenhof’s, and I spent the next hour running around whimpering in rapture. When it was time to leave, my faithful friends had to pry Ovid's Metamorphoses, Vol. 2 from my clinging fingers.

I only let them do it because Schoenhof’s didn’t stock Vol. 1.

Then we went to Berryline and sat around in the cold wind and the leaves with our frozen yogurt. The other three were going to hang around for a while and then drive up to see S, but I had to go back to the garret and get work done. It just about broke my heart to leave them and walk away alone.

M left this morning, and my garret feels strangely empty. When I came home from the library, I consoled myself by getting out the fiddle and playing a little. Sounded a bit thin but echoey and so very sweet.

this town is a song about you

Today I worked on Deconstruction a lot, and then met with my presentation group. I totally failed to be coherent about my part of the presentation, but maybe made up for it by singlehandedly coming up with almost all the discussion questions.

In happier news, cadragongirl came to stay with me on Wednesday! I was reading Struggling Upward by Horatio Alger, and started laughing uncontrollably when I got to the part where the dandified "dude" almost singlehandedly saves the stagecoach from highwaymen. I made M read it, and then we looked at each other and said, "EXCELLENT!". It was the best thing ever. The Dude was totally working a Percy Blakeney/Scarlet Pimpernel vibe, y'all. AWESOME.

Later we had a most excellent time looking at crazy music videos and watching Delightful Girl Choon-Hyang. I made M cook, and she did things with stir-fry that made my hair curl from the goodness. (More than usual, I mean.)

Friday: A lovely day at Wellesley with M and A. The campus center’s dining facility still has structural problems. Yet again I am convinced that whoever designed it was really good with interesting shapes but not so good with practical, useful spaces. The campus looked lovely, though, as usual. We happily tramped around the lake, played pooh-sticks, and scuffed our shoes through the endless fallen leaves. Like the generations of leaves that grow and die and fall, so are the generations of men...

Dinner was takeout from the creperie down the street, next to the 7-11.

Saturday M and I met A and RR in Harvard Square for burritos at Felipe’s Taqueria. All burritos in Boston are made the exact same way, but Felipe’s taste the best and are also the cheapest. Go figure. Mmmm, burrito-y goodness.

Then we popped into Schoenhof’s, and I spent the next hour running around whimpering in rapture. When it was time to leave, my faithful friends had to pry Ovid's Metamorphoses, Vol. 2 from my clinging fingers.

I only let them do it because Schoenhof’s didn’t stock Vol. 1.

Then we went to Berryline and sat around in the cold wind and the leaves with our frozen yogurt. The other three were going to hang around for a while and then drive up to see S, but I had to go back to the garret and get work done. It just about broke my heart to leave them and walk away alone.

M left this morning, and my garret feels strangely empty. When I came home from the library, I consoled myself by getting out the fiddle and playing a little. Sounded a bit thin but echoey and so very sweet.