- I am surprisingly sad that Reese Witherspoon and Ryan Philippe split up.
- I could listen to the O Brother Where Art Thou soundtrack all night long.
- Pablo has an eye infection, and twice a day we have to stick two different kinds of paste in his left eye. So he kind of hates me for a chunk of each day, but luckily he also has a very short-term memory.
- Welcome to the coolest google maps hack you have ever seen, courtesy of my friend Pete.
- I'm thinking of sending in an abstract for a paper on pop hits of this past summer. From blog posts to academic paper...we'll see.
- Grading...oy. Beethoven's 9th refuses to leave me alone.
- Do you know what's ironic? The Blogger spell check doesn't know the word "blog."
- My fifth college reunion is this next spring. That's a scary thought.
- Why won't my room magically clean itself?
- The annual national meeting of the American Musicological Society is this weekend. It is in Los Angeles this year, which is fun, although parking at the conference hotel is $30 a day. I didn't make AMS last year; the last I went to was the one in Seattle. It was one of the most fun times I ever had a conference. Six of us stayed in one hotel room, and in all honesty, my friends and I were the life of the conference. Fueled by free booze pilfered from Princeton's party, we managed to be the last ones to leave two nights in a row. The second night, we straggled up to our room, and watched Paris Hilton's One Night in Paris while doing cartwheels and headstands in our pajamas. That, my friends, is how conferences should always be.
Monday, October 30, 2006
Thoughts for the Evening
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
4 comments:
Livejournal's spellchecker also doesn't recognize the word "livejournal".
re Google map hack--is there some rule that they all had to live north of Santa Monica Blvd.??
The only exception I can think of is Rudolph Schindler's house...but that was only three blocks south of Santa Monica. It seems to be a hills- and westside-centric crowd. Come to think of it, though, almost all of these guys were Jewish (obviously), and in the 1930s the old money places in the east, like Pasadena, were pretty anti-semitic.
OK, how's this for a Cage-style piece: slap 5 lines on the map, parallel to Santa Monica Blvd, and play the notes. The best part is, it even starts with John Cage.
Of course, this raises some very deep philosphical questions--like what clef and what key is L.A. in?
Post a Comment