oola...maéva was crying tonight, i think she was absorbing some of my stress...my body is collapsing inward, not so much from the stress but from the utter lack of planning and the fact that the time is just evaporating. how is it that it is 1.15 am on may 15? perry j o'halloran blew his happy british swaggering self through town this weekend, really helped to clear my head but at the same time screw my head on straight. i have this little gnat buzzing in the back of my brain saying "wouldn't you just love love to stay in france, work at cité de la musique and do your doctorate in musicology with michel fischer whose name is so very close to that of a southeast asian history professor i had for a winter term advisor freshman year at oberlin? who did his doctoral thesis on polymodality in the music of messaien?"
...but i digress...he is in strasbourg, i am in the city trying to sweep out my brain of all the extra stressors and distractions. bnf was a success this afternoon, and if the stars are aligned i will wake up, get the right score to xerox from michelet, print everything out, and make it to the sorbonne by 11 am.
see you at the finish line! prance, prance, prance.
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