Entries from October 2005 ↓

I am really distracted at the moment. I want to dance and sing and have some fun!

I watched “The King and I” for the first time tonight. Amusing, etcetera, etcetera, etcetera…

Also, I uploaded some more photos tonight! Basically, last weekend Kristi convinced me to go out and have a wholesome night dancing at The Front. It was lovely and I would definitely return at a moment’s notice – too bad they don’t open until 10pm. But the dancing was beautiful. And then it was a beautiful October weekend. I can’t believe we’re not covered with snow by now! Amazing.

And I am sneezing right now. But here are some photos:

My sister and I are leaving for Boston, Massachusetts at 7am on Thursday morning! I AM SO EXCITED! We are not coming back to Minneapolis until we have forgotten all our troubles (aka Monday afternoon – in time for class, we’re so good).

Linking in the AM

My brother just sent a few links of some illustrations… but it’s the process. I’m not sure how to describe them. It’s very cool. The one above is a pixie girl, but there are more…

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It was Barry’s idea to move Scrabble to Mayslack’s yesterday.

Little did we know that it was their 50^th anniversary weekend! There was a tent set up on their parking lot (maybe?) and inside were many people, all polka-dancing and two-stepping and all sorts of other things that involve using feet. We tried to sit inside quietly and focus on the game, but as the day wore on and patrons drank more, the ratio of hecklers to us increased.

I spaced out for most of the game (and said I was on Kristi’s team). There were some awesome people to watch there. “Mr. Popular” had a grey afro and western wear. Everyone knew his name and everyone wanted him to yell some sort of insanity at them (at one point I heard him yell at an old lady, “It’s the woman who breaks the bed!” but Kristi thought he said “bench,” which probably makes more sense). And then there was the Russian, who asked us if we wanted to be on TV about the bar. We told him we were first-timers and therefore probably not the best people to interview. Side note: He very much sounded like and resembled Aleksandr Petrovsky (Mikhail Baryshnikov). But, alas, after a while I got sleepy and it was time to leave. I meant to take a picture with these two fellows, but I was too intimidated by their popularity.

He had first met Tereza about three weeks earlier in a small Czech town. They had spent scarcely an hour together. She had accompanied him to the station and waited with him until he boarded the train. Ten days later she paid him a visit. They made love the day she arrived. That night she came down with a fever and stayed a whole week in his flat with the flu.
He had come to feel an inexplicable love for this all but complete stranger; she seemed a child to him, a child someone had put in a bulrush basket daubed with pitch and sent downstream for Tomas to fetch as the riverbank of his bed.
She stayed with him a week, until she was well again, then went back to her town, some hundred and twenty-five miles from Prague. And then came the time I have just spoken of and see as the key to his life: Standing by the window, he looked out over the courtyard at the walls opposite him and deliberated.

Should he call her back to Prague for good? He feared the responsibility. If he invited her to come, then come she would, and offer him up her life.

Or should he refrain from approaching her? Then she would remain a waitress in a hotel restaurant of a provincial town and he would never see her again.
Did he want her to come or did he not?
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We can never know what to want, because, living only one life, we can neither compare it with our previous lives nor perfect it in our lives to come.

I just spent two and a half hours scanning slides and photos then Photoshopping them. My eyes ache.

So, Tuesday night, when it thundered and I screamed and my life quickly flashed before my eyes? I think that was the moment that my D-Link ethernet switch got fried. (If it is, indeed, fried. Plugging it in didn’t even result in the power light turning on. That’s a bad sign, right?)

I hadn’t been able to connect until now, when a RoadRunner dude told me to connect my LAN directly into my computer, instead of through the switch. It was a “duh” moment (to try that before freaking out that some extraneous cord out in the wide, wild world had been purposely chopped up so that the girls and I could not have internet).

So. Unfortunately, my house’s main light is burnt out and I can’t change it because I am not 15′ tall. And I am not an acrobat. So it’s all dark and I’m rooting around behind my computer holding a flashlight with one hand and unplugging and re-plugging and pulling with the other. Obviously, now it all good. Except I think I need to buy a new switch, so Kristi and Ellie have no chance of getting internet on their computers. Though I guess they mostly use mine anyway. Oh, well.

My house is dark.