there's more but i think i've hit the edge of creepy. what i should be doing is reading to catch up to what's actually going on in the class. i don't know if it's me not devoting enough energy to intense study, or the light workload i'm taking, or maybe just the things i choose to absorb, but what i find myself "learning", the things that stick, seem to all be tidbits. for example, Oneida silverware is made by the descendants of the Oneida Society, a 19th century utopian commune that believed in polygamy. ask me about any of the themes from Young Goodman Brown. i studied that less than a year ago and i've got nothin. my Russian is getting considerably better though, a little less jagged to read and a little smoother to speak.
i went to SE for a clark thing, and i realized how much i've missed it. taking the bus and knowing nearly exactly where i am in relation to my surroundings is a feeling i'd taken for granted. out in hillsboro, i don't know what cedar hills has to do with oak hills drive and everything's a freaking diagonal terrace or parkway. and obviously, i miss being less than an hour from downtown. give me back the streets where i can close my eyes and know what's on either side of me.
oh, my mother got married. that's something. nothing much has changed in that department. i was asked to give a toast at their wedding party and i'm pretty sure i used the phrase "good to get it all down on paper", which inspired lyosha the violinist (i have no idea what he actually does for a living, but he looks like one. ask anybody) to applaud me for my sweeping words of sentiment. this is getting kind of disgustingly long so i'm gonna go. i hope i haven't wasted your scroll bar pixels. good day.
update: i just put this book on hold and am now off to dream delicious bowtie dreams.