On Friday night, the departmental roving happy hour was at Fado and one of the godfather-types of the faculty showed up, which was kind of funny. He was surprised that it was louder (and smokier) than the Big Time. Later, Eleanor, Brandon, Carolyn, and I went to Las Margaritas because the Owl and Thistle was charging a cover, where we had some food and talked about television shows for a long time. Because I never watched Melrose Place much of this discussion was mysterious. We were the only ones there -- except for the waiters' girlfriends -- and when we left, they turned off the ugly energy efficient halogen lamps and closed the restaurant.
On Saturday I had to go to the U-district to visit the Bookstore and the Post Office; so I decided that I might as well see the WOW exhibit at the Henry before it closed. It was pretty neat, and now I wish that I'd gone to the part at Western Bridge. So much for the procrastination lifestyle. $] and listening to twee music like Belle and Sebastian and Camera Obscura and non-twee Dntel while some muted awards show flickered in the background.
I think that reading Murakami and watching a few Miyazaki movies (and even Lost in Translation) has given me an [false] impression that all of Japan exists in a constant state of magic realism. The book is really pleasant to read (I'm a fan of short chapters).
Yesterday, I watched/slept through the Superbowl, read some more, and made a timeline. All of the ads are on ifilm [#]. I'm sad that I missed Puppy Bowl.
Today, meeting, meeting, meeting, swimming, pub quiz.