Where do all the stars go during the day?
Fall has finally arrived. The air is cool and smells of fallen leaves. There bite which signals that the leaves are ready to change at any moment. I always had a strong connection with fall in Deerfield. The change of seasons meant the start of a new school year (which was almost always a good thing for me). Visits to the corn maze at Didier’s farm. Eating rediculous amounts of Brach’s candy, a bag of which my mother just sent me in the mail, just to let me know that fall was here. I got out my brown courderoy jacket for the first time today, a decidedly autumnal activity. I loved feeling comfortable going to Kipling’s Fall Fest, though that ended a few years ago. My mother always puts out old Halloween cards from the 40’s. I actually think I will send her a book of Halloween prints I found in a neat, quasi-hispanic boutique downtown.
As a surprise for Kevin Duong’s birthday yesterday, we bagged his head and kidnapped him to the lobby. There we gave him his birthday presents: a card, a butterfly shaped plastic bowl, an opened bag of peanuts, and a magazine with pictures of bikini-clad women. He is 18, afterall. At least it was more exciting than writing his lab report.
My parents are coming tomorrow. Although I’m looking forward to seeing them, I hope I suddenly don’t get homesick, seeing as I’ve avoided it thus far.
“At least bread can’t get pregnant.” Kevin Duong
Listening to: The Planets Gustav Holst
Wearing a face he keeps in a jar
Parent’s Weekend is coming up this Friday. I’m excited to have my mom and dad see the football game. I’m very glad that we will be able to perform with Robert Knight on “Everlasting Love,” though it would have been nice to do it with the TSU band.
I’m getting ready to send packages to my sister and Kristy. I already sort of know what I will be sending, but I’m going to wait until after I visit for Homecoming. I have an amazing card picked out for my sister’s birthday. It’s really nice getting packages at college. The other day I recieved three packages all in the same day. One of them was a table that my parents had shipped here. Who sends a table in the mail?!?! I mean, honestly. And, although it was heavy, it has already proven useful in the two days since it’s been in my room.
Kevin and I are just getting to the good part in Evangelion. We just finished the shadow Angel and Eva Unit 03. I forgot how good abstract existentialist animation is.
Happy birthday to Kevin Duong!
Two Quotations: “I’m doing interpretive pencil dancing.” -Jayda
“I want you to make my world go ’round!” -Allie
Listening to: The Beatles
Reading: Breakfast at Tiffany’s Truman Capote (yes, he wrote books other than In Cold Blood)
Let’s hit ‘em with Flight of the Bumblebee!
My life has gotten fairly busy lately. The weekend was somewhat hectic. The game on saturday was delayed for an hour because of the heavy rain. In consequence we were not able to perform pregame or halftime. I (apparenlty along with Dr. Sagen) felt that this was a poor choice on the part of the decision makers in the athletic department seeing as it had stopped raining before halftime. It was really a shame that we were not able to march on the field with the TSU band. They were absolutely amazing. TSU is a typical “black” band much like the ones in Drumline (a worthwhile movie, if you haven’t seen it). Actually, the TSU band made a cameo in Drumline. Their three drum majors had incredibly tall bearskin sheikos and marched mace (the best way to march). Their drumline had mad skills and did tricks with their equipment during cadences. Of course, they practice from 5:30 to 10 or 12 every single day. Although I would love being in a band that serious, I don’t think I could do that and go to classes. After finishing a stands tune of ours, we were surprised when the TSU band turned towards us and played back the same tune, only louder and faster. I might have been imagining things, but that was a challenge, right? At any rate, we never played anything back, which was a weak response (or rather, no response at all).
I was lost in the pages of a book full of death, reading I will die alone.
I just got off the phone with my sister. It’s always nice when she calls and reminds me how much I miss her. On a related note: I’m getting very excited to go back home for Deerfield’s homecoming. I finally get to be on the side that does the actual coming home. I will be seeing the football game and the parade, entirely for the marching band, of course. On saturday I’m going to see King Lear at the Goodman Theatre in downtown Chicago. Then, on sunday, I’ll be going to the Chicago Shakespeare Theatre to see Hamlet. King Lear, and Hamlet are two of my favorite Shakespeare plays. Just ask me any time, and I can quote Hamlet until your ear falls off.
I just started reading To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf. My copy from the central library is a ghetto 50’s edition with pages twice as thick as they need to be. So far (the first 25 pages) I am really liking it. It reminds me quite a bit of William Faulkner and a little less so of James Joyce. Stream of consciousness is one of my favorite literary styles. I enjoy unravelling Woolf’s complex, winding syntax. I hope to finish Parallel Worlds soon because, even though I am enjoying it very much, I have moved on and am ready to get knee deep in the Woolf and Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man by Joyce. However, classes (should) come first.
Currently listening to: Audioslave
Now also reading: To the Lighthouse Virginia Woolf
Ohayo Gozaimasu!
So I think I’m going to try something new and start a blog. This way, everbody can be let in on the inanities of my life. At the very least, perhaps some lexical diarreah will prove cathartic. I hope you enjoy reading whatever it is I feel like posting at the moment. I’ll always try to use correct English, but please excuse the mistakes that are bound to slip by.
I just finished watching Paranoia Agent in my writing seminar. My favorite episode is still the MMORPG .hack//SIGN-esque episode because it was so outlandishly farcical. The ending reminded me very much of Boogiepop Phantom in that a large web of events boils down to one character. I am becoming very frustrated with Satoshi Kon’s affinity for never clarifying between concrete events and illusion, even at the end of the film. I understand that this is somewhat the point, but it becomes very frustration when I am una
ble to tell what actually took place. I very much have a love-hate relationship with plot twists at the end of movies and series. Twist endings always seem to be considerably less satisfying in flim than when used in books, yet they are often able to salvage a mediocre work. Then again, they’ve worked in reverse to ruin what could have been a much better film.
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Currently reading: Parallel Worlds Michio Kaku, The Odyssey Homer (trans. Stanley Lombardo)
Currently watching: Neon Genesis Evangelion
Looking forward to: wathcing FLCL with John Saba, emo-izing Kevin Duong
