May 18, 2003 at 9:37 pm
· Filed under Angst, Sumana Harihareswara, Books, Lisa Brown, Rodes 2 Group Home
Strother brought me a graduation present tonight: a floating crane-kick Trinity doll. Remind me to put it up on the cam when I’m done beatboxing.
Strother is a friend and a frosher, which of course makes him somewhat subhuman, but he’s really grown on me this term. I think he’s the only talented actor I’ve seen come into the drama program here without a chip on his shoulder, and I think that’s terribly admirable. He’s also, like Sumana, someone I was surprised to find brilliant at Dance Dance Revolution (at which, I discovered last night, I am exactly as good as you would expect).
So. A graduation gift (and Lisa got me another one–remind me to talk about that too), and tomorrow morning is my very last final, and tonight I wandered around this campus in the half-light and thought about how very small it was. I am leaving it in a week, more or less for good. This evening it felt like the quiet part in the suite, where the flute is playing, right before the timpani come back in.
Ender had been so long without sunlight that the light nearly blinded him. He squinted and sneezed and wanted to get back indoors. Everything was far away and flat; the ground seemed to fall away, so that on level ground Ender felt as though he were on a pinnacle. The pull of real gravity felt different and he scuffed his feet when he walked. He hated it. He wanted to go back home, back to the Battle School, the only place in the universe where he belonged.
–Ender’s Game
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May 18, 2003 at 8:45 am
· Filed under Spam, Plugs, Travel and Acronyms, Jon Brasfield and Amanda Richardson, Rodes 2 Group Home, Angie Aparo
Gollum Spam?:
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Angie was as good as ever; it started two hours later and the club’s setup was stupid (table reservations for like twenty people and the other hundred of us stood), but this was the biggest crowd to which we’d seen him play and he really used that energy well. He also has a keyboard player now, yet he played the songs that actually used keyboard on the album–like “Hush,” where he makes the audience chant “wee-oo wee-ooo”–the same way he did pre-keyboard. Which is not to say it didn’t sound good; “The American” was the best I’ve ever heard it, and I really wish he’d come out with a live album so I could show you what I meant.
We stayed the night (all five hours of it) in Nashville with Jon’s cousin Tracy, who is astoundingly kind and has a really cool apartment, and who might even be reading this if she happens to remember how to spell “Xorph.” I was thinking about getting little cards or something printed up, until I remembered that I hate plugging for this site. I don’t plan on any kind of advertisement until I’m satisfied that my work is good enough for more than a few friends and friends’ friends to see it; I always like getting mentioned on bigger sites or whatever, but that’s more for the sense of recognition than for the thought of big counter numbers.
Also, as long as I’m giving shout-outs, I think Emily Tate wanted to have her name mentioned in my journal, but I’m not giving her the satisfaction. Unless she takes her pants off and dances around in my room, maybe. I mean hey, quid pro quo.
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