It's hard to generate witty things to say. In blogs, to people. But I think I'm over wittiness, for now.
It's because I've been reading this book called Goodbye, I Love You. And there's a picture of a rose on the front, with a dying bud attached to it.
Except I just wanted to say that one of my professors is named Shlomo. Does anyone know what that's all about?
So far, the New Year's Resolution (be friendly to people in my classes, even if I'm having a crappy day) is not happening. It makes me really sad to think that maybe being here so long has made me lose my will or ability to just be nice to people. I'm so over anyone trying to be aloof and thinking maybe someone will make the effort to get past their tough exterior. What has TV done to us all?!
But. I slept through my first class this morning (I guess I just wouldn't be me if I didn't do stuff like that.) and pretty much the same people are in all of my classes by now, so I asked a crowded elevator if anyone was in the morning class I'd missed and whether we had homework. So that was something. Now instead of scowly iPod girl I can be sleepy elevator girl.
At least I'm listening to some new music these days. Liza, the Monster Of Folk song you gave me is really growin on me. Emily, if you read this, I've been listening to the Staple Singers, Architecture in Helsinki, and Run-D.M.C. I'll get through the other stuff evench.
Anyone have any new suggestions? Any new obscure stuff I can blast in my ear buds on the elevator so a cute hipster physics boy will ask for my number?
Are there any cute hipster physics boys?
OK. That's all for now.
P.S. I just wiki'd Shlomo. Solomon. Duh.
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
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Yay! You wrote that! Yay I'm up at 4 AM!
All I can say is, get your hot little hands on some k-os.
does avant-garde improve count as hip these days? i think i have a hook-up for that. imagine passing a headfone blasting viola w/effects pedal played w/ a branch. can't get much more obscure, and a good test to determine true hipness vs. faux.
or maybe you youngsters have a different def. for the word hip? because in the olden days hip and fashionable or hip and trendy were at opposite poles.
hipness has been pretty much totally coopted.
eva, i always thought the hippest thing was how you had that vinyl copy of "my turn on earth" and would listen to it a lot.
Why am I reading things that you wrote in January of last year instead of doing my presentation on Lenin? Such is life. Way to write.
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