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things I don't remember

Tuesday - after working, I went to the Pink Door for Sarah's birthday. A trapeze artist was performing close to our table. She nearly swung into a candle. Her hair looked highly flammable. Dinner was excellent, though I didn't participate in the hot bath of anchovies or luxurious rabbit. Our server was clairvoyant, warning me of the chicken stock in the risotto and giving us the bathroom codes before we asked. After dinner, Dolce Vita was closed (it is winter) so we went to El Diabolito, which was not as authentic as it sounds. Nevertheless, it was decorated with numerous devil paintings, a love grotto, and had strange sayings on the walls (e.g., "illiteracy is the real sin").

Wednesday Yesterday. Major activities were revising a proposal before a meeting and the annual office holiday party. Our table won the gingerbread house decorating challenge by being unconventional and making a beach hut. Unfortunately, our prize was given to the judge as a last minute honorarium. Highlight #2 was scoring a "nostalgic" lava lamp for the student office during the white elephant gift exchange.

I went home and accidentally fell asleep during the NewsHour, but woke up in time to go to the Dean meetup. We watched a video from Howard Dean and spent a long boring (but useful?) time learning about the caucus on February 7.

Thursday I woke up early in case the cable/internet guy showed up at the beginning of my assigned four-hour time slot. Instead, he arrived a little before 10, causing me to miss the first half of class. I took a cab to get there on time only to find that the lecture was cut short by class evaluations. But the homework deadline is unofficially extended; so that's something.

Since I'm on campus, I guess I'll go work on this problem set over lunch at Solstice. Maybe I can get most of it finished before it's time to meet everyone for Art Walk.


Re: "illiteracy is the real sin"

I looked for them to put on the last video, but no one seemed to have them. I think Jenna thought that maybe we turned them in to Mrs. Smitley without keeping copies for ourselves. We should contact her to see if for some weird reason she's kept them for all these years...they were the best PSA's ever, so you'd think she couldn't bear to get rid of them.