once again, it's time for a list of good versus bad, following old vax tradition. long time comin'.
. bubble and scrape . (the good)
the archers of loaf. spring break in six days. thriller. adam's giant gin&tonic tumblers. ciunarrific. a little spending cash. a-papers. finding our male counterparts at kenyon. rediscovering that, really, it's all about low-fi. a weekend of decadence and debauchery. booking ivet for the wkco concert: they're coming! "half baked" b&j ice-cream. post-academic prospects. sean na na. john lennon. early spring, maybe (so did the poor captive groundhog ever see his shadow, or what?) birthday card from my grandmother. hopefully a trip to spain this summer, and a trip to new york soon. weather changes moods . . . spring is here again. steely dan beat out britney in the grammies (grammys?), for what it's worth. no work this afternoon. great e-mail from ben h_. great e-mail from you. all your base are belong to us. great e-mail from adam. random smoking session with random a cappella kids. after all this time, there are still new people to meet. green tea. "it smells like tacos in there." strange encounters in farr hall bathrooms. chris and adam's plans for stony subversion. plans to hang out with you soon. "you're a vegetable." the venga boys. the bookstore account. time flies.
. the sebadoh . (the bad)
the japanese potato beetles are making an early comeback. only a month and a half left in this frustrating beautiful place. four hours of phish in adam's room. not enough people with whom i can talk indie-schmindie -- and there are good reasons for that. legal issues surrounding concert bookings. the fact that kenyon could never book guided by voices, because of the beer factor. laundry time again. hangovers. burger king. working on comps all of today in preparation for comps-advisor meeting on monday morning. china is a long way away, damnit. fickle friends. not having much to tell the old diaryland. the most overrated band in the world, the grateful dead. i'd rather be napping. philosoblah sometimes. where does the money go, anyway? haven't been really excited about a band in a long time. ennui. time flies.
is there a worthy sculptor among all you fine young knives?
