May 20th, 2001

hat

lazy sunday

i can see the danger in this already.

last night as i was falling asleep i thought to myself that i needed to strip my prose down to something more bare. once i got a comment on one of my papers that my style was perversely clear and it occured to me then that it was my use of very specific verbal curlicues that got me that comment. it wasn't a bad comment in fact it is one for the press kit but sometimes i wonder if the curlicues aren't an affectation.

the play last night made me want to write a play. it was two hours long, and it amazes me that one person can think of enough dialog and action to fill up that much time. i can barely think of possible motivations for extremely vague characters, much less put them in situations and have them do things. i wonder if it is possible to write a play with no characters.

the piano man is at it this morning. ok it is not morning any more but the piano man is at it. i live in a building set back behind two other buildings which are right on the street. they form a little alley that runs from our front door to the sidewalk. every time someone in one of these buildings makes a noise it bounces around in the alley and becomes amplified and there is this one guy who plays the piano and sings in a strangely toneless way. sometimes he improvises on beatles songs and sometimes he improvises on the star wars theme.

at first i found it really amusing but now after three years of the same tunes it is really annoying. i have to grade thirty finals today and somehow i have to do this with him pounding on the piano in the background.
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    crazy piano dude
hat

i don't don't like mondays anymore

what is it about sunday evening. i no longer have to get up at 5am to teach my 8am section so i should be happy or at least not dispiritedly vacant but here i sit in the middle lands between boredom and anxiety.

i know a lot of people have the same sort of reaction to sunday afternoon and evening and i don't know if it is only that we all (except for those of us who don't and that includes very very many) that we all go to work on monday mornings (except, again, for many including myself for now) or if there is something more going on with sundays.

sundays and trees in bloom both distress me. the name of this exposition will be things that distress me. except for on those days when i am not distressed but it seems i am distressed about at least one thing everyday but it isn't as bad as all that as sometimes the distress is minor and trivial in comparison to whatever might be making me feel nice at the same time. but sometimes i am distressed.

i graded fifteen of them. the other fifteen i will get up early and finish in the morning since grades are due tomorrow afternoon. they mostly are doing better than on the midterm which is gratifying although for some reason very few of them are noting the problematic relationship between trauma and memory in hiroshima mon amour.

but that isn't the sort of thing that i have set out for myself to write here.

soon it will be time for sunday night tv and i can forget my distress in a cavalcade of animated sitcoms.

cavalcade is not simplifying. but i like words like that. what to do.
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    peter gabriel