And day six marches out...

So just came from the common room...where Maggie, Gavin, Andrés and I where discussing art, which eventually just turned into looking up artists on the internet, but originally started as discussing modern art and its purpose, as well as weather or not the fact that it often depends on context devalues it. As well as about more classical art/music, how you currently need a background to understand it, and weather or not that is a bad thing. This makes me happy (though the feeling of "oh my, I really need to take an art history class" has been following me for the past half a year or so, and has significantly increased upon coming here, especially after meeting Anna, who is from Paris and has taken a lot of art history classes and is really sweet and genuine and made me feel a lot better after feeling a bit meh all day, just by her presence, even though its only the second time I have talked with her since I met her at the hike, where we both clicked and both where like...wow, we've actually only talked once, strange).

Today, we had a lecture/performance. Our L&T class had read a piece by Adorno on Berg, and then we had a lecture/performance. The lecture was by our president (Leon Botshtien), and then a quartet played "The Lyric Suite", which was amazing. The pres. gave us some background on how each of the parts was part of the process of adultery (before the woman, woman, first kiss/anticipation of more, the more, guilt, desperation). And while it might just have been that those seeds had been sown in my mind, but I really did feel like the music communicated each of those parts very well, to the extent that I know them or can imagine.

After that we celebrated Andrés's birthday with our entire dorm (as well as some visiting people). We made guacamole, salsa and quesadillas, which was a good break from going to Klien and also made me feel very at home [cooking]. He got mustache pillow cases as a present in the mail, which, in my humble opinion, is pretty hilarious.
After going to a student reading (and reading the translation our class did of "De Profundis Clamavi" which is French), I wandered off to get books from the library. Which seemed endless, and was practically empty. However, I forgot my student I.D. so I left my books on a desk where maybe I'll find them later instead of searching for them all over again.
And then the party continued with cake (which Rosette and Sam made) and disipitated. And then Angela (P.C.) showed us this: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nKMTCze_fTw,
which I have already seen but still :P.

and then , back to the now, where I have juts come back from discussing art on a level that I don't think any of quite have enough knowledge to really strongly back our opinions, but have enough to make it feel as if you are in good company.

Also: correction from yesterday, The 7th Seal, while an absolutely amazing film, is in fact Swedish. It was interesting to discuss, but the feel of watching it in a theater vs imagining watching it at home...I think we all laughed at some points that we might have found scary otherwise. I don't want to give away what happens, but I really liked it.

and there was another tea party, this time in the common room, which is always a good thing.