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quislibetThe following is a no doubt less witty and cogent version of what I had just typed and was preparing to post right before my computer froze up.
Friday night J. and I went to see "Giselle" at the Wang Center -- my first time at a ballet performance (I haven't even seen "The Nutcracker") apart from recitals. It was pretty spiffy, although the Wilis (the spirits of wronged women that dance men to death in the spooky woods) weren't bitter enough, I think. What *was* bitter was the extremely hoppy stout I had at the Boston Beerworks afterwards, when J. and I found ourselves with an hour and a half to kill in the vicinity of North Station, thanks to (to my mind) poorly worked-out train schedules.
Yesterday I spent the day gathering more evidence for my theory that Swiss academic German is easier to read, although that didn't make the reading any more interesting. In a rare display of overcome inertia we trekked down to Cambridge to the well-appointed home of the newly bald![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
spriggan and jenteich, she of the clever pseudonym, who held a low-key alternative to raving in Springfield. There we partook of alcoholic potables, too many tortilla chips, and pleasant conversation with sjc the Pancake Man, damiel, jasonlizard, frederic, liza31337, and other people we hadn't seen in a while, all of whom may or may not have livejournals. Naturally there was the traditional "Crotch" reading, which is not, in fact, a perverted ritual of gonatiomancy, but rather a dramatic interpretation of one of the Best Poems Ever.
Today's schedule includes the relatively easy but not necessarily interesting writings of that Swiss guy, a trip to the Y, and a traditional Yankee meal involving beans that, to some extent, resemble cows.
Friday night J. and I went to see "Giselle" at the Wang Center -- my first time at a ballet performance (I haven't even seen "The Nutcracker") apart from recitals. It was pretty spiffy, although the Wilis (the spirits of wronged women that dance men to death in the spooky woods) weren't bitter enough, I think. What *was* bitter was the extremely hoppy stout I had at the Boston Beerworks afterwards, when J. and I found ourselves with an hour and a half to kill in the vicinity of North Station, thanks to (to my mind) poorly worked-out train schedules.
Yesterday I spent the day gathering more evidence for my theory that Swiss academic German is easier to read, although that didn't make the reading any more interesting. In a rare display of overcome inertia we trekked down to Cambridge to the well-appointed home of the newly bald
spriggan and jenteich, she of the clever pseudonym, who held a low-key alternative to raving in Springfield. There we partook of alcoholic potables, too many tortilla chips, and pleasant conversation with sjc the Pancake Man, damiel, jasonlizard, frederic, liza31337, and other people we hadn't seen in a while, all of whom may or may not have livejournals. Naturally there was the traditional "Crotch" reading, which is not, in fact, a perverted ritual of gonatiomancy, but rather a dramatic interpretation of one of the Best Poems Ever.Today's schedule includes the relatively easy but not necessarily interesting writings of that Swiss guy, a trip to the Y, and a traditional Yankee meal involving beans that, to some extent, resemble cows.
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Date: 2002-02-25 07:25 am (UTC)