черновик

I'm currently working on my first history essay. The rough draft (isn't черновик such a good word? I know it comes from черно but I always think of черви; worm-eaten version) that's due on Wednesday. I should also start studying for my first exam; child psych, on Thursday.

I have all that to do so of course I'm writing here. Alana and I and a friend of her's broke fast for Yom Kippur at Tastebudds. Adrienne came too. It  had been a while since I'd gotten off campus, except for  when I went to Redhook to go to the farmers market, only to find out it's on Saturdays, not Sundays.

Saturday I went to Tivoli to the street painting festival. They blocked off a street and used a paint-roller to make blocks of white and black, which were then drawn on with chalk pastels. I think what impressed me the most was the fact that all age groups came out. Little kids, pre-teens, teens, middle-aged and the those with more white in their hair. I tried to do work with Amanda and Lila at Murry's (mmm, food, simple grilled cheese and soup). After Amanda and I went back to her place, I had a headache and fell asleep on her bed for two hours. It rained soon after, and it was the full moon on Saturday.
When I was leaving from Tivoli, Amanda mourned the chalk drawing that were now becoming clouds of dust under the wheels of the trucks riding over them. "But imagine" I said "how pretty the rain first drops will be."

There was something going on at both Manor and Smog Saturday night, I barely stopped at either but many many other people did. Jeremy Gardner was right in his "How I Learned to Stop Hating and Love the Shuttle" article: the fact that the shuttle to Tivoli is less flexible has left Bard campus a more lively place.