Structural FUNctionalism

Week #5, All-nighter #2. Maybe I should consider some revisions to my current method of "time management"?

These article review essays are just not worth staying up all night for... but, here I am. The current dilemma is; I did well on the last essay so, instead of indicating sub-par intellectual ability, turning in a dick-lick of an essay tomorrow is a dead give-away for a severe lack of effort.

I'd like to thank the BP on Wisconsin Ave. for providing the Dr.Pepper, beef jerkey and gum (to cover the impending beef jerky breath) which will sustain me through these next hours.

from 600 E College Ave, with love

So I was just sitting here flipping through pictures from last year and came across ones of Carrie putting Condoleeza on the wall of my dorm room. It got me to thinking that at this very moment someone is living in that room with her. They may even be sleeping right next to her without knowing that beneath one measly layer of white paint, Condi is gazing down. Even more satisfying; the realization that as long as that dorm is in existence there will always be one layer, indistinguishable from the decades of paint applied before and after it, that contains Condoleeza [memories from the more than occasional genius of a former life].

things that are not acceptable

a note for conservatory voice majors:

absurdly (and purposely) off-key beatles sing-alongs that spill out into the hallway in the conservatory basement at 1am are NOT okay. for any reason.

thank you for your consideration.

what else were we expecting?

So the cubs are out of the playoffs before I even got my 'division championship' tshirt in the mail. what a crock.

Maybe the Russians have all the answers?

Around the middle of the 20th century someone who had a film production company and a love of classical music apparently got the idea that recording the greats playing all the staples of their respective instrument's repertoire was a worthwhile project. The result is a plethora of (sub-par and actually rather haphazard) recordings of some really brilliant musicians. I've taken to watching them on youtube pretty much daily with the hope that their flawless technique and interpretation will somehow begin to rub off on me. My favorite performer thus far is Zara Nelsova. Here's the deal with Zara: She's actually a Canadian, of distant (way distant) Russian ancestry, who is, in fact, simply named Sarah Nelson. But who's keeping track. She's brilliant and wore some of the most serious ball gowns I've ever seen in conjunction with a performance of classical music. She is just ungodly fabulous and more technically sound than I can ever hope to be. Her playing is remarkably expressive and full; her technique is ruthlessly efficient. She plays with her nose in the air and her eyes closed, exuding a kind of self-confidence and concentration that is the stuff of legend. Not to mention she "modified" her name with a little Russian flair just to make the package complete.

Aside from feeling remarkably inadequate, watching her got me to thinking that "Caitlin Andrew" is no name for a cellist. Henceforth I would like to be known by my Russian pseudonym,
"Catarina Andrevka".

Eat your heart out Sarah Nelson.