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Well. Jeez. It's been almost a week since I wrote anything here, has it? Oy. Let's see. I spent a lot of time in the last week watching the Democratic National Convention, which was mostly boring with brief interruption of stirring/exciting (I actually haven't yet watched Obama's speech; it's DVR'd). I don't know if I'll be watching the RNC. On the one hand I kind of want to, just to know what's going on (and to see if/how Hurricane Gustav affects their discourse), but on the other hand I think I might try to rip my eyes out and puncture my eardrums. It's not that the Democrats don't say ridiculous, out-of-context, entirely unfair things about the Republicans, it's just that, uh, I tend to agree more with Democratic rhetoric. On the third hand, I really do want to see this out-of-nowhere woman that McCain has chosen as his VP.
Anyway. I didn't see the Obama speech because I went with some members of the New Things Club to Cocktails at the Conservatory. The Franklin Park Conservatory has started this new thing where they open up the rooftop gardens on Thursday nights. Wine, beer, cocktails, hors d'oeuvres. Drinks are pretty reasonable, and there's no cover. All in all it was a nice change of pace to stand around in the cool evening, watching as the sun set and "Light Raiment" (James Turrell's changing-colors light installation in the Conservatory's glass roofs) powered on. They're going to keep doing these events through the end of October; I suspect I might end up back there.
There was a whole debacle with post-cocktail noshing, wherein only half of us ended up at Tip Top, but that did lead to a magnificent moment wherein David knocked over a large water glass, and we all watched, immobile, as a good pint of water sluiced across the table and into Lauren's lap. Because really, what is there to do except accept your watery fate?
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moomoogal87, who was up from Louisiana visiting a grad program here at OSU. We did lots of driving around and talking, doing our best to reconnect. It's so much more convenient to have personal conversations at a coffee shop than in whispers at the end of the hall, trying not to wake up the [young] Session A campers or be overhead by the [teenage] Session B campers. We also spent some time hacking away at half-frozen ham, andouille, and vegetables the better to make a nice big pot of red beans and rice, which I'm pleased to say was mostly consumed by about 6 people (of course, there were still probably 5 cups of beans left -- a pound of beans makes a BIG pot).
On Saturday I sat around in Mac's ignoring OSU's ritual slaughter of Youngstown State before retiring to Jess and Jen's for a viewing of Divorzio all'italiana an Italian film from the 60s that was... eh? It was ok? It had its moments. The baroness was extremely annoying (and yes, she was supposed to be, but good GOD).
Finally, yesterday I went to Kevin's brother's wedding in Dayton. It was really good to see John and Erin again -- their wedding was simple and sweet (it reminded me a lot of rosepurr/thunderstd's and purple_phys/tbec's), and I was glad to be able to celebrate their love along with their friends and family. Erin made me promise to stay in touch, and I hope I manage to.
And now here it is Labor Day, and I need to do laundry. Unfortunately my washer's been broken for a couple weeks now, so I guess it's time to schlepp my clothes across the alley to Elisa and Francis' place. They're out of town, but I need to water their plant anyway. Might as well abuse my laundry access at the same time :)
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On a more serious note, I'm worried about all of you down in Louisiana. I'm glad to see that Gustav has decreased in strength, but it's still a good-sized storm, and it's coming in at a totally bizarre angle. At least it trended a little more west; at one point the projected path showed the distinct possibility that the eye could go right through New Orleans and manage to clip both BTR and Lafayette (like I said, bizarre angle). So, I guess, be safe? It's a little late to be getting to higher ground (and hell, there's a good chance you won't see this until after the storm's gone through, if at all), but I hope you're all well. You're in my thoughts and prayers.
Anyway. I didn't see the Obama speech because I went with some members of the New Things Club to Cocktails at the Conservatory. The Franklin Park Conservatory has started this new thing where they open up the rooftop gardens on Thursday nights. Wine, beer, cocktails, hors d'oeuvres. Drinks are pretty reasonable, and there's no cover. All in all it was a nice change of pace to stand around in the cool evening, watching as the sun set and "Light Raiment" (James Turrell's changing-colors light installation in the Conservatory's glass roofs) powered on. They're going to keep doing these events through the end of October; I suspect I might end up back there.
There was a whole debacle with post-cocktail noshing, wherein only half of us ended up at Tip Top, but that did lead to a magnificent moment wherein David knocked over a large water glass, and we all watched, immobile, as a good pint of water sluiced across the table and into Lauren's lap. Because really, what is there to do except accept your watery fate?
I spent Friday with
moomoogal87, who was up from Louisiana visiting a grad program here at OSU. We did lots of driving around and talking, doing our best to reconnect. It's so much more convenient to have personal conversations at a coffee shop than in whispers at the end of the hall, trying not to wake up the [young] Session A campers or be overhead by the [teenage] Session B campers. We also spent some time hacking away at half-frozen ham, andouille, and vegetables the better to make a nice big pot of red beans and rice, which I'm pleased to say was mostly consumed by about 6 people (of course, there were still probably 5 cups of beans left -- a pound of beans makes a BIG pot).On Saturday I sat around in Mac's ignoring OSU's ritual slaughter of Youngstown State before retiring to Jess and Jen's for a viewing of Divorzio all'italiana an Italian film from the 60s that was... eh? It was ok? It had its moments. The baroness was extremely annoying (and yes, she was supposed to be, but good GOD).
Finally, yesterday I went to Kevin's brother's wedding in Dayton. It was really good to see John and Erin again -- their wedding was simple and sweet (it reminded me a lot of rosepurr/thunderstd's and purple_phys/tbec's), and I was glad to be able to celebrate their love along with their friends and family. Erin made me promise to stay in touch, and I hope I manage to.
And now here it is Labor Day, and I need to do laundry. Unfortunately my washer's been broken for a couple weeks now, so I guess it's time to schlepp my clothes across the alley to Elisa and Francis' place. They're out of town, but I need to water their plant anyway. Might as well abuse my laundry access at the same time :)
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On a more serious note, I'm worried about all of you down in Louisiana. I'm glad to see that Gustav has decreased in strength, but it's still a good-sized storm, and it's coming in at a totally bizarre angle. At least it trended a little more west; at one point the projected path showed the distinct possibility that the eye could go right through New Orleans and manage to clip both BTR and Lafayette (like I said, bizarre angle). So, I guess, be safe? It's a little late to be getting to higher ground (and hell, there's a good chance you won't see this until after the storm's gone through, if at all), but I hope you're all well. You're in my thoughts and prayers.
