Haiku

Rain, rain, rain, rain, rain
all it ever seems to do
is rain in the 'Have


....Seriously.

You can dance where you want to

Friday there was my favorite event of the year. The SAFETY DANCE, brought to Yale by Silliman College, is an epic night of 80s style debauchery, a tapestry of hairspray and spandex that ends in awkward facebook pictures the next day.

I personally found the most godawfully ugly nylon jacket and had a friend tease my hair to the point of defying physics.

The dance wasn't quite so good this year, but it was still plenty fun.

Additionally

It is beautiful out.

The present tense is more interesting than the past

Last week Morse College had a master's tea; our guest was the famous Art Garfunkel, half of Simon and Garfunkel. Known for his harmonies and his red fro-like hairdo, he spoke to us about life, music, and how the two intersect. Due to my working the event, I didn't get to be there for the entire thing, but what I did see was wonderful. He was so quietly happy, happy to be alive and have the life he has; he walks across continents and joined a frat for the discounted lunch.

It's for days like that that I am so very thankful that I go to Yale.

The song "So Long, Frank Lloyd Wright" was Paul Simon musing on breaking up the band, and the song "The Only Living Boy in NY" was Simon missing him.

Briefly

I'd like to thank whoever owns this:Because it makes me smile every morning.

Recharge

This weekend, my birthday weekend, has been a good one.

It began with a cab ride, speaking in Italian to cab drivers and understanding replies in French, and noticing the universals of language and music. It followed with a train ride, always food for contemplation, and then more food.

I love New York, with its sophistication and revelry in the sheer amount of people it holds seething in its arms. The weather was unpleasant, but just quietly observing the inhabitants of New York is entertainment and compensation enough. I arrived, and then we went to the Isamu Noguchi Museum, in Long Island City, one of the most industrial parts of New York. It is a wonderful space, with inside and outside meeting and mingling and having conversations. Noguchi is a sculptor that does not evoke strong emotion but rather a sense of tranquility that reminds me of reading Buddhist texts; quiet and contemplative.

Now, I sit, feeling happy and in a celebratory mood, fresh from the congratulations of all my friends at reaching the milestone of ceasing to be a teenager. I am older now; there is no looking back. I enjoy the simple pleasures of life now, but also the sophisticated bits as well; one thing has been constant, though, and that is my love of learning. Still, I throw myself into classes and enjoy the act of learning itself.

My bonsai tree is thriving; I transplanted it to a larger pot today. I cannot wait to see how it will grow!

Nel Mezzo

Midterms are in full fling here, and despite the fact that I don't have any, the papers and such are stacking up like clouds before a thunderstorm. That's to be expected, I guess, when DS isn't my schedule anymore, the planets don't align quite so nicely that there is no overlap between papers.

Italian is still the best thing around; I'm learning so much in this three person class. We can speak so well, and can use the razzle-dazzle of pronouns competently. Watching a movie once a week is also nice, in that it gives us a chance to hear someone other than our professor speak. We've recently since graduated from English subtitles to Italian subtitles, which is a point of excitement; I managed to understand most of "Concorrenza Sleale" without a word of English. Also, as the months go by, I cannot wait to go to Italy.

Fall foliage is starting to happen, and campus is as beautiful as ever. The air has just started to nip at my cheeks, but the sun is still warm. It's scarf weather, the weather of apples and wonderful food and it's October, by far the best month ever. I love this part of the season, when it's cool but not cold, but still warm enough that it's nice to be outside. New Haven doesn't have that much time in this state, so I'm enjoying it while it lasts.

Speaking of apples, I had a little cooking party with some friends yesterday, and we made copious amounts of food. In addition to gnocchi and soup and linguine, we made apple desserts of wonderful types. This was all that was left by the end:
It was a very good evening.

Haiku

Mad Men in Roma?
La dolce vita, indeed, and
I can't wait to go!


Seriously, I can't wait to go to Italy.