apple butter

I went home on the 11th for October break and went to the ICA museum. The rest of the time I studied for my Cognitive Psychology exam. Studying for psychology exams always feels (for lack of a better word) very 'meta'. For example: attending to information on attention. or trying to memorize details on memory. or being anxious about an exam on anxiety.


Friday the second time I woke up it was 6:30. I got up, burnt an egg for breakfast, and went to wait for the bus, so I could take the train, so I could take the subway, so I could go to CCNY by 11:30 and discuss the logistics and outline of my senior project, which is going to be an offshoot of my summer internship. When I got back to Bard it was 7:30 and the moon was full.

I also went to a small concert with Hannah
Frank Corliss, piano, and Marka Gustavsson, viola, will perform works for viola and piano including Hall Overton's Sonata (1959), Nino Rota's Intermezzo, Christopher Theofanidis Flow, My Tears (1997), and Sonata (1922) by Arnold Bax

on a side note, I figured out how to jar apple butter this month.

french toast

A German a Japanese and a Russian-Jew are eating french toast.
It sounds like the beginning of a bad joke.
Bianca said she would visit me as soon as she got a job. She has a part-time unpaid internship showing art in NYC. Close enough. She came on Saturday. We walked by Blithewood and the waterfall, enjoying the sudden onset of autumn. In the evening we went to Christo's sisters band Tinmouth at smog. At some point we had texted Shinno telling him to come join us. He showed up on Sunday and Monday morning we ate french toast.

I received some advice about The Future. Bianca was an art history major. She's planning on going to Vienna for a year come December and then grad school for geospacial analysis. Shinno was a psychology major. He's planning on grad school and deciding somewhere between design and fashion and making sure to not get deported - he's on an extended student visa, but he's lived here since he was ten.

They both left Monday evening. I was just sweeping the floors and stairs (on my chore rotation) listening to Built to Spill.

soup

After being sick for ten days and feverish for seven health services gave me antibiotics. My friends boycotted movie night, telling me I was too sick to host anything. If only boycotts of vodka and pasta were as effective (and sensible). Instead I watched The Perks of Being a Wallflower (2012 USA) alone, drinking tea with clover honey.
Last night Zoë's parents arrived and we made dinner. Jono finally convinced me to watch The Room (2003 USA), allegedly one of the worse movies ever produced.

I had a dream Shimon had been wed when he was four. Three years later, that being now, I was at Yosef's arranged wedding ceremony, held on the rail road tracks cutting through the Hudson River. A thin strip of land surrounded by water, tufts of grass and thin trees growing on it. I did not understand why Yosef was okay with it.