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Feb. 5th, 2008 12:16 amFellow Americans - if you haven't sent in your absentee ballots, remember to vote tomorrow! Not that you would forget, of course.
LA folks - if you haven't seen the Murakami exhibit over at MOCA yet, I'd highly recommend it. I found it more disturbing than I had expected - pop art on crack meets animé and has a vague acquaintance with Buddhism doesn't do it justice, but hopefully you have some idea. Cute has never been so charmingly disconcerting.
Irene, aka the roommate with the car, and I saw the Diving Bell and the Butterfly Friday night, about Jean-Dominique Bauby, the former French editor of Elle who suffered from a stroke and communicated by blinking his one working eyelid. The whole mood reminds me of a Philip Glass composition - beautifully, subtly melancholy with touches of absurdity at times mordant and sunny. I'm afraid I'm too tired right now to phrase things in ways that actually make sense. For those of you who are Bond fans, it has the new Quantum of Solace villain in it.
In totally unrelated news, according to the course plan that my otherwise uninvolved department advisor just sent to me, I have room for exactly 2 electives for the rest of my undergraduate career. Seriously. Needless to say, those two electives are going to Jon Burlingame's film music and TV music history classes. It's a little (maybe more than a little) embarrassing how much I'm looking forward to taking an actual course from him after catching a few of his composer lectures around campus. Sorry,![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
laleia, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to take that IR espionage and intelligence class with you.
Also, I think I might be overdosing on reading about psychotherapy - I can't believe I'm actually craving looking at a ABAB behavioral intervention instead of wading through phenomenological case studies. I've somehow managed to read up until spring break, which theoretically frees up my time now to have extracurriculars take over my life. I must admit, I'm jealous of my friends who actually get paid to do research. Apparently market/gerontology/physics research receives greater funding than evaluating psychotherapy for urban, largely low income clients. Ah, the things one does for grad school. The first wave of admitted students come on campus at the end of the month, some of working in admissions indulge in the sadistic pleasure of showing overachieving high school seniors how the cycle of being over-committed doesn't stop once you get into college and realize that you want to go to law/med/grad school. We're not all that evil; it's just fun being (a little) scary when interviewing them for scholarships.
It looks like I'll be studying abroad in Verona for two months starting late May. I finally have the chance to meet all of my Swiss relatives, aka the entire Chinese population of Lausanne, which should be really awesome. Now if I could only figure out where I could get passport photos to send off my application...
LA folks - if you haven't seen the Murakami exhibit over at MOCA yet, I'd highly recommend it. I found it more disturbing than I had expected - pop art on crack meets animé and has a vague acquaintance with Buddhism doesn't do it justice, but hopefully you have some idea. Cute has never been so charmingly disconcerting.
Irene, aka the roommate with the car, and I saw the Diving Bell and the Butterfly Friday night, about Jean-Dominique Bauby, the former French editor of Elle who suffered from a stroke and communicated by blinking his one working eyelid. The whole mood reminds me of a Philip Glass composition - beautifully, subtly melancholy with touches of absurdity at times mordant and sunny. I'm afraid I'm too tired right now to phrase things in ways that actually make sense. For those of you who are Bond fans, it has the new Quantum of Solace villain in it.
In totally unrelated news, according to the course plan that my otherwise uninvolved department advisor just sent to me, I have room for exactly 2 electives for the rest of my undergraduate career. Seriously. Needless to say, those two electives are going to Jon Burlingame's film music and TV music history classes. It's a little (maybe more than a little) embarrassing how much I'm looking forward to taking an actual course from him after catching a few of his composer lectures around campus. Sorry,
laleia, but it doesn't look like I'll be able to take that IR espionage and intelligence class with you.Also, I think I might be overdosing on reading about psychotherapy - I can't believe I'm actually craving looking at a ABAB behavioral intervention instead of wading through phenomenological case studies. I've somehow managed to read up until spring break, which theoretically frees up my time now to have extracurriculars take over my life. I must admit, I'm jealous of my friends who actually get paid to do research. Apparently market/gerontology/physics research receives greater funding than evaluating psychotherapy for urban, largely low income clients. Ah, the things one does for grad school. The first wave of admitted students come on campus at the end of the month, some of working in admissions indulge in the sadistic pleasure of showing overachieving high school seniors how the cycle of being over-committed doesn't stop once you get into college and realize that you want to go to law/med/grad school. We're not all that evil; it's just fun being (a little) scary when interviewing them for scholarships.
It looks like I'll be studying abroad in Verona for two months starting late May. I finally have the chance to meet all of my Swiss relatives, aka the entire Chinese population of Lausanne, which should be really awesome. Now if I could only figure out where I could get passport photos to send off my application...
