Watching Nick and Norah's Infinite Playlist on Netflix Instant, as I have nothing better to do on a Sunday night. [Other than counterpoint, but I don't even care at the moment.] I'm coming to the conclusion that I really just can't handle certain people's voices. Michael Cera's, for instance. Everyone in the movie sounds like normal late high ( Read more... )

I'm wearing felted socks, a hoodie, and a blanket around my shoulders ( Read more... )

Why I love Stony Brook ( Read more... )

A basic summation of my views on the Polanski debacle, courtesy of Chris Rock:

“People are defending Roman Polanski because he made some good movies 30 years ago? Even Johnnie Cochran don’t have the nerve to go, ‘Well, did you see O.J. play against New England?’”

Recent talks with Michael and Richie have made me start to think about sad music - specifically music that can make you cry. Michael gets sad at Wagner, while Richie - and Amanda, and seemingly a bunch of others - are got to by the second movement of Barber's Violin Concerto ( Read more... )

Man. I forgot how stomachsick I get when I don't sleep. In the past three nights, I've had about six hours of sleep ( Read more... )

Okay. I can do this ( Read more... )

New goal in life ( Read more... )

Argh ( Read more... )

Having the WEIRDEST deja vu right now, looking at my 99% done piece for tomorrow ( Read more... )