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Sunday, July 25, 2004
 
Not Again..

I feel like a need a summer vacation from my summer vacation. It's Sunday already and I feel like it's too soon to be preparing for another week. After last Thursday's teaching mis-hap, I feel like I want more time or space between me and the program. I've opted for a lighter fare this week - no more foreign films - but a day on Melodrama then / now (Douglas Sirk and Todd Haynes), the revival of the musical and a day on Tim Burton. Good luck finding a coherent thread in that...

Yesterday was a little boring. Eric and I went to the Farmer's Market and spent the rest of the day looking for things to do, basically. We did a little yard-saling, but to no avail or material gain. Eventually we met up with our friend Tom and ran some errands. We did go to a second-hand store where I got the most delightful set of vintage dishes. I've wanted more "service" pieces for the new apartment and the promise of actually having more than 4 people over at any one given time. So I got these and I love them and to make it even better, the price was right. Through a kind of comedy of errors and a lazy checker, I got this whole set for $2, instead of like $20. Great. I also got a used version of Upwords to add to my second-hand game collection. I only played Scrabble once with Patrick, but I may never play with him again - he's one of those swindley Scrabble players that builds a clasutrophobically tight board in which he is able to rack up huge scores and I can only get like 8 points for a crappy word. We'll try Upwords.

Patrick got back late last night and left for the library before noon to print out the images for his dissertation. It's really good to have him back, even if he's still a dissertation-phantom during the day. I guess I'll go to the laundromat and wash the dirty pile of clothes collecting simultaneously on the bathroom and bedroom floors... if nothing else, it means that I can hold off on working on my lecture until then. Still not enough of an escape, though.