Monday, September 10, 2001

according to this link from chris's page, i am most like a handful of webloggers i've never heard of. if anyone wants to check them out and get back to me, i'd be interested as always in another opinion. i'll do it myself too later today when i have more time.

as always, getting to the city yesterday relaxed me. in part it's just boarding a train, i think: there's something very soothing about that action. it reminds you that escape is easy, available, and quick. meeting newly-dyed becca whose sortapurple hair has apparently caused quite a stir on penn's rather conservatively dressed campus. we laughed at the differences b/w her skool and mine: where i go, you'd have to stick your head up your ass and walk around like that to get any reaction from people at all.
we went to pod, another of steven starr's asian fusian places in the area. the atmosphere is a trip, all bathroom white and 2001-like, with neon lights flashing in various corners and bizarre music that fades in and out of coherence. waitstaff (white shirts, blue pants) ask if it's your first time and explain the rituals as if you've crossed a border, and busboys (white shirts, orange pants) come by every few minutes, replace your plate and silverware, and wipe your table. becca and i lived it up, ordering (to share) an appetizer, an entree, and a dessert. the waiter didn't think that would be enuf and gave us a salad too. it was all good, but put us back $30 each, so it's not something we were sure we'd do again. at least not w/o a parent.

now i have to meet marc for lunch. tonite stefanie's coming for dinner after african dance. i finished master and margarita which i heartily recommend. i wonder if i'll have time for anymore (much more) frivolous reading this semester ... so far i've been keeping myself in a state of denial and that can't last

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