As Sunday quickly comes to a close and Monday morning begins to threaten me with the day, I reflect on a math-free weekend.
Last Friday, no classes as per usual, so I did some studying at home and at J.P.’s. In the afternoon I went over to 3205 to claim my bicycle. There I found Dave, who had just returned from Hawaii with gifts for all. I recieved a kick-ass souvenir t-shirt by Lost. Tim got a “Hang Ten” t-shirt and a Zippo. Later that day, I went to the Crown after a several month Friday-at-the-Crown hiatus. Here, Russell explained the history of the Lost surf company: something about surf punks making it big by accident. Sounds like the making of a great movie to me. Or at least an MTV special.
Saturday day I acquired the av dongle for my ibook so I can watch DVD’s on my TV. Saw the puzzle tattoo guy at Fry’s. Saturday night, back at the Crown, I watched the Texas vs. Syracuse Final Four bball game. Texas lost and the agony of defeat was felt by all. Actually, I just wanted more nachos, but oh well.
Sunday was quite good. I woke up early and had a solid breakfast of eggs on toast with Tim. Following that, I went to yet another uninspiring session of my darkroom class. Developing is fun, but we receive little guidance from the instructor (hence, the drop in attendance from 12 to 4, but who could scoff at darkroom access?).
On the way home: a Malcom sighting from James. Shudder.
Afterwards, Rafael came over for a couple beers followed by Freebirds burritos and an afternoon viewing of “The Rules of Attraction” (with Dawson Van Der Boosh). The movie had its moments, but it was on the whole entirely depressing without being at all thought provoking (the biggest dissapointment is that it was advertised as a comedy and what I got was a fucked up story about vain rich kids). Anyway, it was made up for by my burritto, heavy on the guac. I only wish Rafi felt similarly, but alas, the Monster burrito is only for the disciplined masticater. Control, Rafi! Control! But he’ll be back. I know it.
In other news, I discovered a catchy band this weekend: The Postal Service, a collaboration of Ben Gibbard from Death Cab for Cutie and Jimmy Tamborello aka Dntel. Their song, “The District Sleeps Alone Tonight”, caught my ear at a bar, and I was pleased to hear they sported some good lyrics as well:
d.c. sleeps alone tonight
you seem so out of context
in this gaudy apartment complex
a stranger with your door key
explaining that i am just visiting
and i am finally seeing why i was the one worth leaving
the district sleeps alone tonight
after the bars turn out their lights
and send the autos swerving
into the loneliest evening
and i am finally seeing
why i was the one worth leaving
It’s the sort of down-to-earth synth pop that I need in the wee hours of the morning. (Whatever that means?)
In exchange for Premium cable (which is evil anyway), I subscribed to Netflix as part of my “watch-more-movies/drink-less-beer” effort. It seems really kick ass, as long as I can watch enough movies per month so that I save on video store costs… this comes to approximately 5 dvds/mo. by Hollywood Video standards, or about 8 dvds/mo. by i heart video standards. We shall see. First 3 films in the queue are:
Roger Dodger
Raging Bull
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