Right now, before you do anything else...

Listen to the adagio from Mozart's 23rd piano concerto. It's number one, top of my list of music that will change your life. I wish I'd taken some music history so I could offer some actual commentary on my obsession but all I know is that it melts my heart and rips it out at the same time. I'd forgotten that Mozart could do that. Listening to it makes me feel like anything except playing music is overly cerebral and completely sterile.

I'm going to get kicked out of the library in about 30 minutes. This week I'm living for the weekend with Kate. I'm just hoping Mark Jenike will guest lecture for 110 minutes so Amy Speier won't realize that I've refused to read 3 chapters on questionnaires and focus groups. Aside from the CSO concert last friday and a decent LSO 2008 midwest regional tour, winter term still sucks. Maybe I should stop updating until I have something positive and worthwhile to say?

It's like kissing a cupcake

Kate came for a visit this weekend and it was just lovely. She surprised me on friday night whilst I was a tad inebriated and I felt awkward for a little while. Anyway, that aside it was such a relief to have her back - just a quick reminder of who I am and what I'm supposed to be doing with myself. Not that American History X and Rolling Rock isn't okay once in a while, just not when you have 4+ hours of field notes to write. We had great sushi and made sickeningly cute Valentines cards to send to my little cousins, family, etc. It's hard to have her gone again; all I have left is some scraps with "Happy Valentine's" practices and forgotten boots on the shoe rack. The thing is I'm okay here without her, but I just feel happier and more myself not without her.

I'm off to watch 4 hours of Dances with Wolves for American Indians on Film. Yikes. I've never seen it but I know my mom ranks it up there pretty high on the list of great movies. Anyway, I'm bracing myself and wishing Kate weren't gone. This week is reading period and we leave for the orchestra tour on wednesday morning. I'm pretty excited about that business although I need to brush up on some Shosti 5 between now and then.

John Dunbar is calling and wants me to watch his movie.

You're an idiot, Mr. President.

This was the opening line to Bush's comments on last night's storms:

"It's a bad storm... that's affected a lot of people... in, uh, a variety of states..." and I'm going to venture that he's not even remotely connected with reality.

I'm tearing up.

So about "Super Tuesday"... I'm trying to get excited about Hillary but I just can't quite get there. What an amazing opportunity to elect the first woman to the presidency but I just cannot get into her whole thing. I also have this tendency to spontaneously break into tears every time I watch Obama give a speech... even those little sound bites do it to me every damn time... chills/tears. It's really kind of out of control, I just can't help myself and am sick of fighting it and I'm just going to cry from here on out. So just be warned.

Hair's too long, no clean underwear.

An overflowing laundry basket is poised for a trip to JJs laundromat but I just can't bring myself to do it. It's so slushy and unpleasant outside I kind of just want to sit on my couch and watch American History X, followed by Downfall, followed by Sports Center (to bask in the fallen glory of Tom Brady).

I hate February though, to be honest... at least so far. It's really not good for much of anything except surviving into March. Plus, I need a haircut.