Windows Media Player, full music library on shuffle: best/worst decision

ALSO forgot to report that K was describing her research paper on the Americanization of traditional songs to me while I was in New York and one of her cases was “Misirlou” and we chatted about rembetiko and it was so very exciting

I was gonna go to bed early so I wake up in time to do a bunch of shit before class tomorrow but then I watched Sherlock Holmes 2 online and stayed up past two AM whoops

Just finished rereading Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintenance, which I got halfway through on the bus last night

This is one of my father’s favorite books—when I was in highschool and applying to the University of Chicago, he told me if I went there I had to read it before stepping foot on campus (the same deal applied to my little sister, who actually ended up there and has not bothered to read it, though this was…readthrough number five for me I think?)—and this time through it I found myself really reflecting on how deeply it does seem to have affected him, and how clearly I can see a lot of him reflected in it, both biographically (he was a UChicago grad student, cracked up and left and wound up programming computers; his intellectual interests are in rhetoric and criticism and the Greeks) and more philosophically

(and perhaps because of this line of thinking I found myself paying a lot closer and clearer attention to the last chapter where the narrator Solves His Central Inconsistencies and Reconciles His Tortured Relationship With His Son and so on, and while it’d be absurd and maudlin to read to closely or literally into all of that it’d be equally unfair to deny that I see anything in it)

beyond all that though it’s been a while since I read anything theoretical really, particularly any philosophy (unless you count Logicomix but I don’t), without the pressure and mind-narrowing object of Getting the Right Answers for Class, and: I’d sort of forgotten how good it feels to think hard, and well, instead of frantically

—how it feels to have a tired brain that’s contemplative, rather than defeated

getradified replied to your photo: By the Port Authority Buses I Sat Down and Blogged

Your hair is awesome.

THANK YOU

methodistcoloringbook replied to your photo: By the Port Authority Buses I Sat Down and Blogged

your hair and your eyebrows and you are perfection! also, i feel your port authority pain— my family calls it the bowels of hell

a) Thanks, b) it was actually not so bad I was just there for a bunch of time! Though it paid off in the end—I got to leave around 9 instead because I was sitting around when they were trying to fill the last few seats on the bus ahead of mine.

gabrieldreadnoughthoax replied to your photo: By the Port Authority Buses I Sat Down and Blogged

why is this tagged “elizabeth smart”

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/By_Grand_Central_Station_I_Sat_Down_and_Wept

By the Port Authority Buses I Sat Down and Blogged

I hope you are all enjoying your lives

I am going to start doing math homework as soon as my prof posts it but for the moment here I am

I tried to leave for Boston at like noon but the Amtrak breakdown fucked up all the buses so I’m headed to Montreal at 10:30 instead; K and E took me back in for the afternoon like some confused Manhattan-venturing and -fleeing stray but then K headed out for a concert with her dad and E had to study so here I am

I had pizza and a beer for dinner and considered texting my mother to tell her I was sitting in the Port Authority drinking alone because I know it’d be hilarious to watch/listen to/read her reaction to that but then I didn’t

The weekend was great, K’s birthday show last night was fucking sick—we went to see Simon and the Bar Sinisters out in (egads) Brooklyn and danced like crazy and all K’s Hunter friends came out and R stopped by after whatever that electro thing was he was at ended and even though E’s  Boy was being a dick and bailed on us the evening ended beautiful

and it’s a shame I won’t get to spend tomorrow home seeing the Boston kids but I’ll try to come down again soon and who even cares when the trip was already this fucking fun

• finish my problem set for statistics
• make and eat dinner with the Boy
• clean the kitchen up so that it doesn’t summarily rot while I’m gone
• get together K’s birthday presents and all other sundry random items
• figure out what the fuck to wear/bring/etc and pack it up
• get tape player from MS and hang out with him when he comes by with it
• maaaybe drop by N and J’s for an hour or so?
• try not to die or explode

Also this happened

trugazi:

fellow canadian followers do yall remember this im still mad about it

WAIT WHAT IS THIS WHAT IS GOING ON WHAT IS HAPPENING WHAT