Which Other Rubes Are Riding Hot-Shot, Sugar?

Mar 25, 2009 20:06

Yahoo! I'm back, baby, and I'm better than ever. Or, not really better than ever, but alright, and getting more back up to the baseline of health, which in my case wavers a bit in the first place.

Washington was good lazy times, with lots of reading and eating and watching Alfred Hitchcock Presents and not much else. I met an ugly-adorable little puppy-mill Chihuahua named Humperdinck at NOAH and took many unflattering pictures of his cockeyed visage...I'll have to remember to post them at some point. I read a good bit of the complete collection of Oscar Wilde's plays that I have, as well as a copy of The Basil and Josephine Stories by F. Scott Fitzgerald that I checked out from the Stanwood library. As such, I am rather burnt out on clever society fiction. Good thing school's starting up on Monday so I can overdose on utopian/dystopian speculative fiction and Korean-American literature!

Speaking of school, I am suffused with pride to report that I received an A in Hiero and an A- in both Russian Modernism and Cyberpunk. All that last-minute work paid off and I have yet to suffer any negative repercussions from putting things off until later. Except for the whole being sick thing, yeah yeah.

Anyway, I flew back into CA yesterday in time to attend a most excellent OK Go show at the Catalyst. The band met and exceeded my very high expectations; Damien Kulash remains one of a very select number of men whom I would unhesitatingly and immediately describe as "dreamy." He talked about roller skates and his testicles, and put up admirably with certain members of the crowd who didn't quite understand the concept of not screaming. The band played a brilliant set, which included a beautiful rendition of "What To Do" on hand bells. I'm on tenterhooks waiting for their next album to come out, the songs they played from it were, dare I say, bitching. The first opener, IO Echo, was quite enjoyable as well, and the entire band was kind enough to sign the EP I bought after the show. (The second opener, Jaguar Love, was not quite to my taste, but alas.) The no camera policy was the only hiccup, and one can hardly complain about the wishes of the bands.

So now I'm in Stockton for the remainder of the week to chillax and hopefully watch the second season of Flight of the Conchords with such folks in the household as enjoy New Zealand parody folk music. It'll all be over far too soon, but what can you do?

class, books, washington, concert

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