Read some of Ha Jin's "Waiting". Am thinking I need to mail it to certain individual(s) stranded in the wildnerness of michigan as soon as I finish it. Assuming they are still there. Addendum to earlier comment: reading Heidegger also makes you sexy. This time I summoned the courage to chat. She was all for leaving pittburgh as soon as possible. I think I'm finally learning how to use the fact that I will probably never talk to someone again to leverage inhibition-lowering. Consequently I am enjoying increased amounts of chatting with total strangers.
Got a late dinner at Sam's. My two favorite cash-register-girls, the ones that knew me and my usual order, are leaving town imminently. Sad! And the one that always gives me a hard time confessed she didn't actually hate me. I feel so loved. While I ate some people were speaking, as it turned out, Turkish. The sound of it was really nice, somewhere between French and German to my sense of aesthetics.
Went over to Flagstaff Hill to watch "A beautiful mind". Found and hung out with puuj and friends. Ran into the elusive and apparently non-illusive cellist Cat that Victoria kept talking up during the last couple sessions. I hope the weight of nagging gets her to play with us some time!
The movie was okay. There were a few horrible lines, but the acting seemed good, the woman playing Alice was hot, the cinematography was nice, and the subject of schizophrenia has for some time now been quite fascinating and terrifying to me. I can so very strongly sense the potentially disastrously powerful draw, the thrilling and tingling seductiveness of making everything fit, of having a brilliantly original theory that ties everything together and makes sense and makes you, the genius-creator of it, ridiculously famous. I guess just having vague dreams of being awesome some day and actually seeing people that aren't there are worlds apart, but still.
Got some Whitman ("Leaves of Grass") from Hunt because of a mention in "Waiting". Interesting stuff.