Adult Swim

There are few things I'm dreading more than starting swimming tomorrow.  My final film exam, the next time I get stung by a bee, the next time in my life I get the stomach flu, the day i'll meet my inevitable end... 

Seriously though, what the hell was I thinking? Those beyond unflattering one piece bathing suits, those absurd googles that make your head and eyes hurt, those swim caps that pull at your hair and make you look like an extraterrestrial, the water that gets stuck in your ears on kick turns only to be logged there until extracted by way of some ridiculous hopping-on-one-foot-hitting-the-side-of-your-head-dance, and oh yeah, the physical exertion far beyond that which my body is capable of. ugh ugh ugh 

I really hope I'll come back from it saying "that wasn't so bad!" but i seriously doubt it. I swim in the ocean. Not in chlorine pools i am always sure a slew of kids have peed in. 

"Don't worry"

I'm back in the United States. Of America. Not of Arabia. I'm pretty sure i still have both my kidneys. Romania was...desoloute.

Juan and i expressed our amazement that such a happy song as Numa Numa (Nu ma: "no more") came from such a depressing land as we watched big brown bears formerly owned by gypsies beg in their cages for stale popcorn, cheetohs, or anything that wasn't the heap of tomatoes they were being fed. Juan was restless in this "land of demantors" and was excited when it was time for us to move on to Italy.

On the train to Rome, we had chocolate and the harry potter parallels continued as we were feeling much better in the warmth of a European spring. We did a lot of religious things with his family and their friends who we met up with. I heard the pope talk about going to Africa. and then he did, as we saw in the newspapers a few days later. it was exciting. The days were packed and more than once i was sure my feet wouldn't make it up the steps of the hostel to our bedroom they were so sore from tracing history.

Now i'm home but my bag, i think, is still in London. It was supposed to come today but something tells me it won't. Apparently it didn't make it onto the Air India flight I had connected on to. Figures. Luggage and anything even remotely related to India just don't mix. At all. I hope I get my laptop back soon, though. I have more work than I can even possibly imagine completeing on time had I started 4 days ago, nevermind now without the proper means to do so.

Save the Daylight !

Spring forward!

I hate springing forward. 

Today I got my haircut.

Then Hasbrouck came over. We wandered around the arboretum, finally coming to rest on a log halfway up the hillside. We said some ridiculous things. We took turns playing my banjo. Hasbrouck was amazed by a tree with many "eyes". He said he was reminded of the god Apollo. It was picturesque and unusually warm. 

"today this dark ice will melt
as orange brightens to yellow
& tonight it will freeze again"

-Denis Dunn, '@6 13 march morning' 

We fell asleep in his car listening to PLJ. We were happy to be nappy and did so for about half an hour. When I got home MoMa and I watched an Audrey Tautou movie. 

It's pretty great to be home; I need to pack for Romania. 

Someone put Great Lake Swimmers on the hub, please.

Yesterday was a great day. Inspite the freakin' cold, that is. In anthropology we watched:

Great way to spend the morning. Pondering purchasing.

After lunch in Roth's class we watched:

The Green Room, a late Truffaut. Reverent, gothic; reminded me of The Loved One sans the comedy. 

That night:

35 mm print you ask? Why, yes it was. Pwns my criterion version, for sure.

And yet at the end of this day of just eating and watching, i was debiliattingly tired. Unfortunately,due to an impromptu rendezvous with a milkway bar and an equally impromptu yet surprisingly serious attempt to hang my hammock somewhere in the building, I did not get to bed until far past "then" .