russian calypso

unlike last year, i didn’t have to work this thanksgiving. having just made it through a rotating schedule with mid-week ‘weekends,’ i have to say i prefer sharing my time off with others rather than with the television in the middle of the week. eden made it up to the cities, helping me crumble crackers for my norwegian holiday enterprisethathasgottenallsortsofnicknames and teaching me and andrew a thing or two about how to make a good playlist.

i engaged myself culturally(!) at the ordway. i do like that auditorium. cozy enough to hear people cough and the conductor (i hope it was someone else, but i’m not sure) hum during ‘adagio for strings’ (thankfully played at a bernstein-esque, slower tempo). i really enjoyed the second movement of Prokofiev’s 2nd Violin Concerto. it’s accessible even without having heard it before. but apparently i could have. thanks kevin, thanks brice.

it no longer feels like fall. i say this because… i had to brush the snow off my car several days ago. i didn’t mind watching ‘the manchurian candidate’ with a sleeping companion. i spent time writing vim macros to beautify the top 100 albums of the 90s by pitchfork from overwrought html to plaintext. i’ve been to dunn bros thrice recently to distract myself with coffee and free wireless but managed to read tom robbins as well.

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