the most verbose entry in ages...
i've lost my cooking flair.
everything i've made in the past few days has tasted awful.
hung out with DLO the other night.
it was the first time i'd seen [or talked to] him in nearly four years.
same lovable jeff.
i think my superiors are starting to resent the fact that i'm getting paid to sit around playing solitaire and reading from a modest stack of books i bring to work every day.
what's the worst that could happen?
it was my duty to organize past completed theses today.
going through them rendered me somewhat optimistic and stirred feelings of relief in my gut.
there was one about a chopin piece that was only eight pages long. an 8 page thesis?! srsly.
i looked through a lot of the lengthy creative writing ones as well, and they were all pretty dismal. pages and pages and pages of tired form, drab characters, and dialogue that looks like it slipped right out of a nicholas sparks novel. i'm usually not one to talk a lot of shit, but i guess that i've finally elevated myself to the level of pretentious snob. anyways, i feel pretty confident that if all of these people got A's, i shouldn't have a problem.
segueing into my alternating of thesis topic. i'm not going to write about the role of music in ulysses anymore, mostly because a lot of the music in it [don giovanni, wagner's major works, irish traditional songs, etc.] doesn't interest me nearly as much as the novel itself, along with the fact that i don't think i'd be very adept at writing about the technical aspects of music (despite my *cough* soaring accomplishments in rudimentary music theory courses). i still haven't totally narrowed it down yet, but i think i want to write about the artistic and aesthetic theories of Joyce and Beckett, as well as what drove them to write. even broader, folks.
i'm flying to new york city in three days.
upon arrival at the grand central terminal, i will jump into my love's arms.
this coming sunday marks the four year anniversary of our courtship, and i can't fucking wait to spend a long weekend traipsing around the northeast with la mia migliore amica...
going to eats lots of good food.
may meet thurston moore.
may watch andrew wk pump up a crowd at central park.
will have a blast.
everything i've made in the past few days has tasted awful.
hung out with DLO the other night.
it was the first time i'd seen [or talked to] him in nearly four years.
same lovable jeff.
i think my superiors are starting to resent the fact that i'm getting paid to sit around playing solitaire and reading from a modest stack of books i bring to work every day.
what's the worst that could happen?
it was my duty to organize past completed theses today.
going through them rendered me somewhat optimistic and stirred feelings of relief in my gut.
there was one about a chopin piece that was only eight pages long. an 8 page thesis?! srsly.
i looked through a lot of the lengthy creative writing ones as well, and they were all pretty dismal. pages and pages and pages of tired form, drab characters, and dialogue that looks like it slipped right out of a nicholas sparks novel. i'm usually not one to talk a lot of shit, but i guess that i've finally elevated myself to the level of pretentious snob. anyways, i feel pretty confident that if all of these people got A's, i shouldn't have a problem.
segueing into my alternating of thesis topic. i'm not going to write about the role of music in ulysses anymore, mostly because a lot of the music in it [don giovanni, wagner's major works, irish traditional songs, etc.] doesn't interest me nearly as much as the novel itself, along with the fact that i don't think i'd be very adept at writing about the technical aspects of music (despite my *cough* soaring accomplishments in rudimentary music theory courses). i still haven't totally narrowed it down yet, but i think i want to write about the artistic and aesthetic theories of Joyce and Beckett, as well as what drove them to write. even broader, folks.
i'm flying to new york city in three days.
upon arrival at the grand central terminal, i will jump into my love's arms.
this coming sunday marks the four year anniversary of our courtship, and i can't fucking wait to spend a long weekend traipsing around the northeast with la mia migliore amica...
going to eats lots of good food.
may meet thurston moore.
may watch andrew wk pump up a crowd at central park.
will have a blast.