I'm back

DSL has been down since Wednesday, but a guy came and replaced the modem yesterday and now it's just flaky and unreliable instead of completely gone. Wow, I get a lot of books read without internet access.

Haven't missed much. Driver's Ed started and continued, we watched Mechanized Death yesterday that I've been hearing so much about... It's quite repressively unintelligent, but it's only 2 hours with a 10-minute break (bagel break, for Reggie at the JCC). It's been great having him over in the mornings to listen and accomplish and just be.

The party yesterday was quite amusing, as was the movie. We improvised with Oms and clapping in various locations in the lobby of the Marquis, drawing a few odd looks, but it was enlightening how interesting just clapping in an improvisatory rhythm can be. And the movie wasn't bad. I'm surprised at how little I was disappointed. I guess the movie canon has overwhelmed most of my memories of the books, and I've gotten to the point where if it says "based on" it needn't match exactly. The hippogriff surprised me with its plausibility. It was really cool. I wanted one, but then I realized I had a gryphon. Eheh.

Now, off to Rebekah Lodge for more compclub revels. I shall bring the boingy box, and a great improvisation shall be had with clapping.

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That was also a fun party. There were a lot of surprisingly good improvs, even considering the amount of really loud weird things when people weren't listening to each other. The clappings were good, also, though not quite as spontaneously _together_ as the ones in the movie theater. Jose's movement of the memorial piece is also cool. I like it, and I want to quote the sixteenth-note passage in the last movement we're doing.

It's weird how much a change in lighting can affect my state of mind. As soon as the overhead lights were off and the weird little red globes and the candles were all that was left, it was... Well, it's hard to describe. It's as though I should have been creating something. It's not that it made me feel more creative, it's just that there was this sudden internal motivation to sing or write or play something cool. And... I dunno, if I were religious, something religious. The dark-and-candles percussion improv helped. And then e minor piano stuff.

Somehow, I didn't get much improvising done. They don't mean to, but it's hard for a string-and-piano based group not to discriminate against vocals. Plus I'm inhibited. I am no good at it and I know it, so I keep my mouth shut. I've overcome it before, but this time I stuck to percussion and spectation. Under the piano is the best place.

This is the best spoilersheet I've seen for the PoA movie so far:
http://www.livejournal.com/users/copperbadge/422767.html?#cutid1

I think I am going to go stand on the roof and sing at the moon. It has been too long since last I sang everything. I remember, one evening freshman year after learning Caro Mio Ben, I sat in the magnolia tree for three hours and sang until I'd gone through everything I knew. By 9:00 I had a ten-person audience on the other side of the fence, and I heard one girl whisper to another: "she's been up there for hours!" I don't need an audience, but I need to do it again. Only this time I think it might be a little longer.