Here Comes the Sun
So today I participated in the most extreme act of musical piracy. My friend Anne hooked up her incredibly awesome 20GB ipod to my imac and just downloaded my entire, 1300-song, music library in under 5 mins. It was extreme and I look forward to her comments, it's such a strangely nuanced personal thing to share with another person - not quite like reading a diary or sharing underwear, but almost equivalent to lending a bathing suit or letting someone sublet / house sit. Just the same, I think I've come to the realization that
Here Comes the Sun might be my favorite song, ever. My mom use to sing it when we were kids (and she's not an especially talented singer, it's just catchy) and I realize that I have the George Harrison version, Nina Simone, Belle and Sebastian, Eva Cassidy... Maybe more, but it's catchy and great, no matter how you slice it. if I catch Anne humming "little darling, here comes..." then I realize that I have succeeded in my mission.
So tired that I couldn't even sleep: this 8am shit is killing me. Today someone tried to convince me that I am tired because I don't get up at the same time everyday (MWs I get up by 6:45, and T Th usually by 8:30) and I think this is the lousiest explanation I've ever heard - frankly, I am tired because this girl was not designed to be operational before the civilized 9am coffee hour. That's why I am tired. I also think that I've been using my time really ineffectively lately. This is nothing that I am proud of, but I guess sometimes your social itch needs scratching and there might actually be something gained by having a few drinks, watching the bonus material of
Lost in Translation, going out, or just wasting time. Eh, it's winter, I am a little spiritually stir crazy and I don't know what else to say for myself. I spent the last week living large like a kid on winter vacation - drinking wine at MoMo on Monday (say that three times fast), spending Saturday ringing doorbells for Dean and then meeting old Middlebury friends at a terrible and smokey undergrad bar, and spending Friday drinking with film students and finishing the night in a cigar bar. These were all good times and I have a very full-social weekend planned for myself... Again, can't promise much in the way of my scholarly advances, but I don't think I'll put myself out on any kind of catastrophic tightrope. Even though I did get a 16 / 20 on my production "quiz" (largely because I failed to study, due to mid-week drunkenness) and that might warrant a stern email to my TA asking if I can "bounce back" to get an A in the course, snicker snicker. My first screenplay scene, another assignment for that class, kicked ass though, and I am quite excited to actually cut and paste my 16mm film project together.
Anyway, it's going on 1am and tomorrow, while it is my day to sleep in, hardly brings the deep deep sleep I need. With any luck, I can keep the monkey off my back long enough to read my Bazin, watch my Survivor, and be ready and rearing to go for a Friday night packed with good company, the Vagina Monologues, and some rock show with Eric.
posted by lmjasinski at 12:47 AM
