Thile, Marshall, Simon, and Garfunkel
It's been sort of a strange weekend...dad's sitting with a flashy silver camera taking pictures of Adam and I being lazy American teenagers. TV is really a funny thing. Adam's switching between two channels, watching ESPN SportsCenter, which is airing a three-hour program leading up to football this afternoon (why?), or CNN, which is spending hours analyzing the capture of Saddam (why?).
There's snow outside for the second time this month--but the roads are clear and cars are driving by. Is snow worth it if it doesn't actually affect the way we live? We haven't even gotten a day off school. But everything's blanketed with a thin layer of white. Even the sky--which is a uniform slightly off-white color--looks like it's covered in a skin of snow. It makes me happy to wake up and be surprised by the way Bethesda looks.
On Friday night I got to drive four and a half hours with Logan and Co. down to Blacksburg, Virginia, to see two of the best mandolin players in the world. It sounds like a story just bizarre enough to be true. (We drove back the next morning.) I can only assume I would've loved it if I'd been awake enough to appreciate it. Even half-asleep, though, it made me extrodinarily happy to know people like Logan, because there's no other way I would've gotten to a point where I can actually appreciate Chris Thile and his mando-cello...
I was incredibly tired/sick last night--well, this whole weekend, really, so it's all been a little hazy. But Friday was disconcerting because people were suddenly into college. (Congratulations, Deb! Just by the way. Damn LiveJournal gossip. That should really replace "news on the street." "News on the LJ," maybe...) Acceptance letters are by far the weirdest part of the entire process, though; suddenly there's this issue on everybody's mind and a common enemy for everyone. It divides us, too, though, between the have's and the have-not's. There's no anger (in fact, the kindness flowing from everyone is really unexpectedly awesome) but I sort of feel like people suddenly realize that some people belong to two schools now?
We've got one more week and I think it'll be suspenseful and fun. And tonight I get to enjoy the folk-rock of two aging pop singers.
Omaha, by the way, is "one hip city."
There's snow outside for the second time this month--but the roads are clear and cars are driving by. Is snow worth it if it doesn't actually affect the way we live? We haven't even gotten a day off school. But everything's blanketed with a thin layer of white. Even the sky--which is a uniform slightly off-white color--looks like it's covered in a skin of snow. It makes me happy to wake up and be surprised by the way Bethesda looks.
On Friday night I got to drive four and a half hours with Logan and Co. down to Blacksburg, Virginia, to see two of the best mandolin players in the world. It sounds like a story just bizarre enough to be true. (We drove back the next morning.) I can only assume I would've loved it if I'd been awake enough to appreciate it. Even half-asleep, though, it made me extrodinarily happy to know people like Logan, because there's no other way I would've gotten to a point where I can actually appreciate Chris Thile and his mando-cello...
I was incredibly tired/sick last night--well, this whole weekend, really, so it's all been a little hazy. But Friday was disconcerting because people were suddenly into college. (Congratulations, Deb! Just by the way. Damn LiveJournal gossip. That should really replace "news on the street." "News on the LJ," maybe...) Acceptance letters are by far the weirdest part of the entire process, though; suddenly there's this issue on everybody's mind and a common enemy for everyone. It divides us, too, though, between the have's and the have-not's. There's no anger (in fact, the kindness flowing from everyone is really unexpectedly awesome) but I sort of feel like people suddenly realize that some people belong to two schools now?
We've got one more week and I think it'll be suspenseful and fun. And tonight I get to enjoy the folk-rock of two aging pop singers.
Omaha, by the way, is "one hip city."