Tuesday, April 25, 2006

back to school

She thought, he will never be so happy again, but stopped herself, remembering how it angered her husband that she should say that. Still, it was true. They were happier now than they would ever be again. ...She heard them stamping and crowing on the floor above her head the moment they woke. They came bustling along the passage. Then the door sprang open and in they came, fresh as roses, staring, wide awake, as if this coming into the dining-room after breakfast, which they did every day of their lives, was a positive event to them, and so on, with one thing after another, all day long, until she went up to say good-night to them, and found them netted in their cots like birds among cherries and raspberries, still making up stories...
-V. Woolf, To the Lighthouse


First week of Trinity Term: the weather's been erratic, shifting aimlessly from short bursts of rain to such promising sun and blue sky that we brought our books and a blanket onto the lawn today, like maybe we were in New England in May. The gnats and the cold drove us indoors pathetically soon.
I'm all about lectures this week (and hopefully for the rest of the term); now that I know where most of the buildings are, it's much much easier to show up for random things. Today I went to the first in a four-lecture series on "Topics in Early Modern History," the first topic being, Women. Next week, Food; then, Poverty; lastly, Childhood. I like this person's abrupt fashion of titling lectures, especially as there are no colons involved.
My first tutorial's on Friday and my room is crowded with Woolf--collected essays, biographies, plus every one of her novels I could find in my house and fit into my suitcase. The problem that I'm facing now is that, unlike the Victorians who make me think, Woolf--and Katherine Mansfield, and sometimes D.H. Lawrence--make me feel. So that I stare stupidly at a passage, saying, 'Oh isn't that lovely!' and brimming up with emotion, and wanting urgently to write, just not the kind of writing my assignments require. I feel a bit paralyzed when it comes to analysis. It's embarrassing, too, to re-read this particular copy of To the Lighthouse and see the intense underlining and margin notes from the last two times I read it: I've written absolutely nothing useful about the text, just exclamations like 'beautiful!' and non-words like 'mmmmmm.'
In other news, Naima and I watched Love & Basketball to soothe our hangovers on Sunday; a couple evenings from now, Elizabeth is taking us out to a French dinner on the JYA fund; and Jenny is visiting Oxford next week. The ducks are spending more time by the lake than they are by my window, but at least they haven't been *culled* for fear of the flu, so I'm thankful. And I've expanded the contents of my refrigerator to include humous.

Wednesday, April 12, 2006

from 47 irving avenue, atherton, CA

been home for almost a week now...and have less than a week to go. don't tell that to the stacks of books waiting to be read on my dining table. i'll get to them.
my mother and i went to see Friends with Money, which is just the kind of movie i seem to consistently like....people have dry, bitchy conversation, and not a whole lot happens. plus i love love love Catherine Keener. she's the best. anyway, before the movie started, the 1:10 matinee audience broke into passionate applause over the preview for the Al Gore/Global Warming movie. and i thought to myself, "yup, i'm definitely in the Bay Area now."
i bought a 5-class pack at the new yoga place near my house and intend to use them all up before i go. 2 down, so far, though this evening's class was way out of my league. Pigeon actually gets harder. who knew.

i realize i went a lot of places and saw a lot of people in the last few weeks, without much of an update on them. so, we now have a list.

the highlights of my vacation, in chronological order:
- watching FAME the musical, drunk.
- making breakfast at Worcester, followed by Adventures of the Red Couch (see Facebook for pictures)
- Transamerica. there are no words for this one, except that it's amazing.
- watching Mighty Aphrodite with girls who truly appreciate Woody Allen.
- getting my eyebrows waxed in Edinburgh. honestly, that made me a little too happy.
- small girl-child vomits on my ballet flats (and Frank's flip-flops) in a gelato place in Barcelona.
- playing with the cat at Shakespeare & Company (i am not ashamed to admit that it was even more fun to loiter in this bookstore knowing that Ethan Hawke had been there, filming one of my favorite movies...don't MOCK).
- midnight crepe at Bastille.
- my very first visit to the Emergency Room, abt 36 hours after landing in California.

nothing much exciting has happened since then. i don't seem to have gotten over jet lag---probably because i keep taking naps at 7pm. i'm not going to take a nap now, although it is 7; i'm going to shower, because yoga left me sticky and gross.

Anticipated highlight: my mom and i are going to see Talk of the Nation LIVE at the Exploratorium!!! Neal Conan, i love you.