'spoon'!

Definitely one of my favorite words of all time, and it also happens to be one of my favorite activities. And, to boot, Spoon is also an amazing band! Who knew?! I went to Tipitina's last night, which has to be one of the 3 most storied bars/music venues in all of New Orleans, to see those Austin rawkers, and they were great live. Britt did some solo stuff during the encore, which was fantasmic--gotta love those charismatic frontmen. He reminded me a little of Travis Morrison, both in mannerisms and the way they dressed. I think they'd both appreciate 'shirts that fit right'.

Not much else is going on. Yesterday at work (and today still, too) I started cleaning house for the big switcharoo. I had my shit everywhere on the floor, but now it is all in about 25 hanging folders which I have failed to fit into the filing cabinets. That's gotta happen sometime soon.

After I got back from the show I decided to install the new wireless networking card for my comp, which was so easy--but I didn't go to bed until 3AM, and now I am tired as fuck and I gotta sit here in work. It's kinda weird; I got here this morning and Dr. Stephens' secretary has herself locked in his office. I can hear her, but I have no idea what's going on. Office Space? Another development: if I go to Economic Development next semester (yes I'm still in school) I get to leave City Hell (the building) and work in 1515 Poydras, which is a much more appealing building, AND I WON'T HAVE TO WEAR A GODDAMN TIE. I can dress like the rest of the yahoos over there in jeans! It's the little things.

Not much else is going on. Still reading Philosophy and the Mirror of Nature. I read an average of one page now when I sit down, then wake up at 4:30 in the morning drooling on the couch, at which point I want nothing more than to fall back to sleep, but can't because I have such a bad taste in my mouth that I have to go brush my teeth. It's working out well for me, although I want to read Rorty's next book, and at this pace I'll get there around this time next year.

OK, I have to go through the complex motions of looking like I'm doing something--which goes something like moving over so that no one can see me down the hallway (aka 'the green mile') and picking up the phone every few minutes...