Okay, fine.
Well... today I heard from three people who told me to update my blog, so I suppose I'll have to do it. You don't argue with my mom, Misha, and Misha's mom, haha.
What can I tell you? I can tell you that I named my room...
It's called "The Modal Burrow" for a couple of reasons. They are these:
1. At Berklee, the concept that we learned at GMac called "modal borrowing" is called "modal interchange".
2. I am mocked relentlessly (still!) for my Canadian accent. Whenever I say words like "borrow", "sorry", or "tomorrow", I close the "o" far too much for my American roomies, who talk more along the lines of "bahhrow", "sahhry", and "tomahhrow". So, to their ears, my "borrow" sounds like "burrow".
Hence... the Modal Burrow. It's like three puns in one!
I want to drive across
It's so beautiful... last night Martin borrowed (hehe, there's that word!) the van from Toscanini's to move some of his stuff, and before he returned it he invited all the roomies to go drive around Boston just for the hell of it, because nobody has a car, and it would be fun. I was the only one who wanted to go, so we threw our bikes in the back, and set off. We got lost for like, an hour... it was great fun! We somehow ended up way further than we thought we were, and almost got to drive over that bridge... but we didn't. We did drive beside it though! I'm sad; I always thought it was called "Chelsea Bridge" because it went into Chelsea, but apparently it's not. It's called the "Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge"; I think it's a rather unwieldly and harsh name for such a beautiful bridge. Oh well... if I ran the world, eh. Anyways, we did find out where we were, and get back to Toscanini's. I swear... all the good work I'm doing by riding a bicycle every day is getting squandered by eating so much freakin' ice cream. Go look on their website; even the New York Times calls it the best ice cream in the world. And who am I to disagree with the New York Times?
I also saw the James Bond movie, and I freaked out for two reasons. One of the reasons is that probably, for the first time in history, you see more of James Bond than you do of the Bond girl, if you catch my drift. I'm not complaining at all! And the other is that they played the preview for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix; in other words, Movie 5. I think I will actually die if I have to wait until July 13th, 2007 for that movie to come out. I'm horrible, aren't I? Anyways, when I saw 007, I was with Neil (Linus didn't come... loser!) and I was far more excited standing in the theatre line looking at Harry Potter movie posters and watching the preview than I had been about James Bond... I think he was embarrassed to know me. And, I think I don't care. Besides which, 007 was awesome anyways, and I certainly didn't leave more excited about Harry Potter. Casino Royale was far less formulaic than other Bond movies of my recollection, and still just as entertaining in terms of all the witty dialogue and action scenes and all that great stuff you take for granted in Bond films.
And I talked to the president of Berklee today! I was leaving the school, unlocking my bike, when some other dude came up and started unlocking his bike that was beside my bike. It was Roger Brown, President of Berklee. And of course... I mean, we all know that colleges and universities hire dudes to be their presidents because they have great people skills, and are good cheerleaders for the school. Remember the dude from GMac who talks at all the things? Yeah. Anyways, he started chatting with me, asking where I was from, what I did at school, how long I'd been there, if I liked it, etc., etc., etc. It was cool, talking to him; he has a really wide Southern drawl, so you'd think he'd be a total hick, but he is really very well-travelled and well-educated. He's been curling in Edmonton, apparently. I meant to ask him where and when, because it would be freaky if he'd met me or my mom before, but I didn't get a chance to because he asked me about something else. I also found out from him that Canada has the third-largest population of international students at Berklee, behind Japan and Korea. That was something I wasn't aware of; I didn't think there were that many of us, but now that I think about it, I've met quite a few (I can think of at least ten off the top of my head, other than me) and I know there are more. It was interesting talking to him; and it was also interesting when I got my bike unlocked before him, wished him a happy Thanksgiving and left, that not a minute later he completely whizzed past me on Boylston Street. I had to giggle. I'm not a ridiculously fast bike-rider, but apparently Roger Brown is.
Anyways... that's all I got for now! I hope it satisfies all your curiosity, those who insist on me writing :D
What can I tell you? I can tell you that I named my room...
It's called "The Modal Burrow" for a couple of reasons. They are these:
1. At Berklee, the concept that we learned at GMac called "modal borrowing" is called "modal interchange".
2. I am mocked relentlessly (still!) for my Canadian accent. Whenever I say words like "borrow", "sorry", or "tomorrow", I close the "o" far too much for my American roomies, who talk more along the lines of "bahhrow", "sahhry", and "tomahhrow". So, to their ears, my "borrow" sounds like "burrow".
Hence... the Modal Burrow. It's like three puns in one!
I want to drive across
It's so beautiful... last night Martin borrowed (hehe, there's that word!) the van from Toscanini's to move some of his stuff, and before he returned it he invited all the roomies to go drive around Boston just for the hell of it, because nobody has a car, and it would be fun. I was the only one who wanted to go, so we threw our bikes in the back, and set off. We got lost for like, an hour... it was great fun! We somehow ended up way further than we thought we were, and almost got to drive over that bridge... but we didn't. We did drive beside it though! I'm sad; I always thought it was called "Chelsea Bridge" because it went into Chelsea, but apparently it's not. It's called the "Leonard P. Zakim Bunker Hill Bridge"; I think it's a rather unwieldly and harsh name for such a beautiful bridge. Oh well... if I ran the world, eh. Anyways, we did find out where we were, and get back to Toscanini's. I swear... all the good work I'm doing by riding a bicycle every day is getting squandered by eating so much freakin' ice cream. Go look on their website; even the New York Times calls it the best ice cream in the world. And who am I to disagree with the New York Times?
I also saw the James Bond movie, and I freaked out for two reasons. One of the reasons is that probably, for the first time in history, you see more of James Bond than you do of the Bond girl, if you catch my drift. I'm not complaining at all! And the other is that they played the preview for Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix; in other words, Movie 5. I think I will actually die if I have to wait until July 13th, 2007 for that movie to come out. I'm horrible, aren't I? Anyways, when I saw 007, I was with Neil (Linus didn't come... loser!) and I was far more excited standing in the theatre line looking at Harry Potter movie posters and watching the preview than I had been about James Bond... I think he was embarrassed to know me. And, I think I don't care. Besides which, 007 was awesome anyways, and I certainly didn't leave more excited about Harry Potter. Casino Royale was far less formulaic than other Bond movies of my recollection, and still just as entertaining in terms of all the witty dialogue and action scenes and all that great stuff you take for granted in Bond films.
And I talked to the president of Berklee today! I was leaving the school, unlocking my bike, when some other dude came up and started unlocking his bike that was beside my bike. It was Roger Brown, President of Berklee. And of course... I mean, we all know that colleges and universities hire dudes to be their presidents because they have great people skills, and are good cheerleaders for the school. Remember the dude from GMac who talks at all the things? Yeah. Anyways, he started chatting with me, asking where I was from, what I did at school, how long I'd been there, if I liked it, etc., etc., etc. It was cool, talking to him; he has a really wide Southern drawl, so you'd think he'd be a total hick, but he is really very well-travelled and well-educated. He's been curling in Edmonton, apparently. I meant to ask him where and when, because it would be freaky if he'd met me or my mom before, but I didn't get a chance to because he asked me about something else. I also found out from him that Canada has the third-largest population of international students at Berklee, behind Japan and Korea. That was something I wasn't aware of; I didn't think there were that many of us, but now that I think about it, I've met quite a few (I can think of at least ten off the top of my head, other than me) and I know there are more. It was interesting talking to him; and it was also interesting when I got my bike unlocked before him, wished him a happy Thanksgiving and left, that not a minute later he completely whizzed past me on Boylston Street. I had to giggle. I'm not a ridiculously fast bike-rider, but apparently Roger Brown is.
Anyways... that's all I got for now! I hope it satisfies all your curiosity, those who insist on me writing :D