...jazz can eat itself...

Waking up to spoken word/trip hop poetry in my inbox. Counting down the minutes/hours/cups of coffee until tomorrow night, la la la.

I think I need more culture. I read the email, and remembered my reaction to the three one-act plays a couple weeks ago, and realized that for the most part the first word to come to mind is "wierd". My mind needs more open.

I mean honestly, he even made poetry out of anthropology. That is a commendable feat indeed.

For today:
- staff dinner party
- mona lisa smile
- to read: the dylanist
- to read: law text (probably should be prioritized)
- do nails -- pink