the past 24 hours
So, after having kind of an annoying, depressing week for reasons I'm not sure about, I had a really good 24 hours. Since I don't really want to write a depressing entry, I'll write about the good stuff :)
So, last night, around 11 pm, Bonnie, my roommate walks into my room to check that we do, in fact, have My So-Called Life on Netflix. We did, since it came Wednesday. We've been working through the series, but had taken a little pause to do things like, you know, homework, but we got to resume with Disk 4. Let me tell you: Jared Leto singing "I Wanna Be Sedated" is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen (and I was at the Grand Canyon this summer). I totally watched it like 4 times.
Anyway, today was Taco Bell Truth Tour day, as the Coalition of Immokalee Workers arrived in Chicago. We hosted a nice lunch event with them, though screwed up the food (instead of getting it from the community organization that's trying to form a limited-equity co-op and is selling soul food to fund-raise for their down payment, we got it from Popeye's for reasons I completely don't understand--which thrilled the workers, but was a problem for all the vegetarian students on the tour). I got to see Brent from Austin and Petey from Michigan again, which was pretty cool, and meet some new people. We had a nice event where Nicole and Mateo told the story of how we kicked Taco Bell off campus and then everyone made sweet speeches and there was much clapping. Clapping makes me very happy.
Then I did nothing all afternoon, and then took a nap.
I went out to dinner with Sasha and Van, which is rapidly becoming a Friday evening tradition, and then we went to UofC's first ever fashion show for the launch of our first ever fashion magazine, Moda. The whole thing was ridiculous and hysterical. They got the lighting and the stage and the set-up exactly right, down to reserving the first row for people--but it was U of C students in the audience which was, by the way, standing room only. And then the kids in the show...They were all pretty cute by our standards, and some of them could actually walk, but some just looked like they wanted to get off the stage asap. I hsve no idea why any of this happened, but it was kind of great.
Post-show, Nicole and I went to the Truth Tour party in Pilsen (a Mexican neighborhood in Chicago). It was in the basement of a church, so though I expected beer, I was given chocolate milk. We came in as the punk set was ending, fortunately, and moved on to see this friend of a friend of Nicole's, who I know just as "the dominatrix," as that seems to be her chosen career. It was kind of exciting to finally see who she was. She was reading poetry and playing folk-y music and looking all earthy, but then I spotted her intense knee-high boots. Anyway, after her came a Mexican folk band, which played jochata (sp?) and cumbia. I had a ridiculous amount of fun dancing with everyone. Some people knew what they were doing and I wanted to look cool and like I knew what I was doing too, but as I tried to copy the workers' steps, I realized that mostly, everyone was doing different dances and the main thing was to be enthusiastic. So I danced with like 5 or 6 different workers, and with students, and in a big circle and in smaller groups...it was so silly and fun. After, I tried to talk to some of the workers and when I finally got confident enough to use my Spanish, the conversations went kind of okay. They asked me if I was married, how many kids I wanted to have in the future, and if Nicole and I are sisters. They also asked about New York, and my family, and my major, and if I was coming to the events tomorrow... I need to be way more willing to speak in Spanish with people. They were all trying out their English--it's only fair.
And then I came back, and watched "Everyone Says I Love You" with Rose. It wasn't quite as good as I remembered, but helped me deal with the New York cravings I get at this point in the quarter.
So, last night, around 11 pm, Bonnie, my roommate walks into my room to check that we do, in fact, have My So-Called Life on Netflix. We did, since it came Wednesday. We've been working through the series, but had taken a little pause to do things like, you know, homework, but we got to resume with Disk 4. Let me tell you: Jared Leto singing "I Wanna Be Sedated" is one of the most beautiful things I've ever seen (and I was at the Grand Canyon this summer). I totally watched it like 4 times.
Anyway, today was Taco Bell Truth Tour day, as the Coalition of Immokalee Workers arrived in Chicago. We hosted a nice lunch event with them, though screwed up the food (instead of getting it from the community organization that's trying to form a limited-equity co-op and is selling soul food to fund-raise for their down payment, we got it from Popeye's for reasons I completely don't understand--which thrilled the workers, but was a problem for all the vegetarian students on the tour). I got to see Brent from Austin and Petey from Michigan again, which was pretty cool, and meet some new people. We had a nice event where Nicole and Mateo told the story of how we kicked Taco Bell off campus and then everyone made sweet speeches and there was much clapping. Clapping makes me very happy.
Then I did nothing all afternoon, and then took a nap.
I went out to dinner with Sasha and Van, which is rapidly becoming a Friday evening tradition, and then we went to UofC's first ever fashion show for the launch of our first ever fashion magazine, Moda. The whole thing was ridiculous and hysterical. They got the lighting and the stage and the set-up exactly right, down to reserving the first row for people--but it was U of C students in the audience which was, by the way, standing room only. And then the kids in the show...They were all pretty cute by our standards, and some of them could actually walk, but some just looked like they wanted to get off the stage asap. I hsve no idea why any of this happened, but it was kind of great.
Post-show, Nicole and I went to the Truth Tour party in Pilsen (a Mexican neighborhood in Chicago). It was in the basement of a church, so though I expected beer, I was given chocolate milk. We came in as the punk set was ending, fortunately, and moved on to see this friend of a friend of Nicole's, who I know just as "the dominatrix," as that seems to be her chosen career. It was kind of exciting to finally see who she was. She was reading poetry and playing folk-y music and looking all earthy, but then I spotted her intense knee-high boots. Anyway, after her came a Mexican folk band, which played jochata (sp?) and cumbia. I had a ridiculous amount of fun dancing with everyone. Some people knew what they were doing and I wanted to look cool and like I knew what I was doing too, but as I tried to copy the workers' steps, I realized that mostly, everyone was doing different dances and the main thing was to be enthusiastic. So I danced with like 5 or 6 different workers, and with students, and in a big circle and in smaller groups...it was so silly and fun. After, I tried to talk to some of the workers and when I finally got confident enough to use my Spanish, the conversations went kind of okay. They asked me if I was married, how many kids I wanted to have in the future, and if Nicole and I are sisters. They also asked about New York, and my family, and my major, and if I was coming to the events tomorrow... I need to be way more willing to speak in Spanish with people. They were all trying out their English--it's only fair.
And then I came back, and watched "Everyone Says I Love You" with Rose. It wasn't quite as good as I remembered, but helped me deal with the New York cravings I get at this point in the quarter.