I should be doing homework
This full-weekend thing is kind of putting my schoolwork rhythm off. I have to say, though, I kind of enjoy it. It's like this personal space within a week of heavy schoolwork that gives my life this kind of limp. Or I guess you could call it circular time.
Some highlights of the week:
- Satish Rao (my CS 70 prof) quotes, from 170 and 270, found (directed to) while studying. A few quotes I've picked up:
"If Gertie is a dragon, and he has ponds in front of him, right?" (This ended up being a question on our midterm.)
"You see my handwriting? It's a lot neater than last week, my hair is a lot neater than last week, my gear is a lot neater than last week, my shirt is tucked in. I'm cleaning up."
"Back when I was in high school... no, not high school. What do you do after high school? College."
He also said "okay" 127 times during an hour and a half of lecture.
This is after watching snapshots of one of the most beautiful sunsets in a long time while racing home across campus from Moe's Books. This morning, Thai brunch again, and Rm. 31 now has a replacement for the red couch *and* a new chair complete with alarming stains, courtesy of the Convent (stains and furniture, I mean). That makes no sense to someone who doesn't live with us. Sorry.
Last night we went to a midnight showing of Disco Dolls in Hot Skin, a 3D (yes, with glasses) porno from 1977. The 3D part seemed not to work very well for most of the people I talked to, but, well, the actual moviegoing experience comes secondary to the kitsch value. The introduction by the guys running the show was quite amusing - they came out in clear plastic rain gear, gave out copies of Plumpers and other such magazines as door prizes, and very strongly insisted "Do NOT masturbate in the theater!" while launching bananas and moist towlettes across the audience. At least, I thought it was amusing. I hope the members of my family who read this will agree. :) As for the movie itself, I thought it was cool to see porn stars with unshaven armpits, although some guy behind me was loudly disturbed by female body hair. At one point, some guy in the theater shouted out, "That's my mom!" She probably could be.
They're showing Clerks next week, for those interested.
Friday we went to see "The Full Monty" (the musical) and have dinner with my parents in San Francisco. That was neat too. Musicals are a funny art - you never know what people will break into song over. I liked it.
I'm becoming incoherent. Heck, I've already failed to explain this once.
It does have something to do with the way San Francisco looks from across the bay, and the steady rotation of people I see sitting at the tables at Nefeli as I walk to class, and the high probability of running into someone I know and love almost anywhere I choose to wander. There's also just a glow sometimes, like the way people inexplicably become beautiful when you love them.
Sometimes I wonder about the people who hate it here.