Some News is Bad News

This week as been a bit ho hum, after the wild excitement of having Dani and Karin come visit this past weekend. people got drunk and got laid, people danced and made out in bars, people had nervous breakdowns and had to call the paramedics. fabulous people cooked fabulous dinners for us, important activities like shopping and watching TV were accomplished, and an "America's Top Walker" contest was staged outside the local potomac video. i got to take a walk of my own all over Roof, with its sculptor Andy Goldsworthy. we walked around with the curator and the conservator, talking about the sculpture's condition and the upcoming book. it was a fantastic, fantastic experience, in that it gave me very physical evidence of not only how strong the domes are, but also how individual each one is. Goldsworthy was charming, as i had heard he would be, and it was nice to see how much he and my boss joke around.

but the rest of the week proved the adage that only no news is good news. first i had two wonderful days at Starbucks, wonderful in that Tom happened to be absent and out of every one's hair. my shifts have never gone so smoothly, so lack of strife was definitely great news.

yesterday the corollary proved true when i found out i got rejected from Yale. there is not much to say about that, except of course that i am disappointed. but i suppose this won't be a tragedy until i get rejected from everywhere else i applied, which of course, is now the only scenario i can imagine.

so, that's all folks! (cue looney toones music . . .)