Insignificant Weekend Post

This weekend I took it pretty easy. It flew by. On Friday I had intended to take the train and meet Aaron for a movie, but I was too tired and went to bed early, after a long argument about adjuncts in an arts department versus an economics department (my contention was that it makes more sense to have an adjunct teach film because they will have valuable experience about how to make films -- an expensive venture -- with very little money).

On Saturday I thought once again about going to see a movie but decided to save the money. Also, it was too cold to walk to the train. I worked on the house instead, and read for a while, meditating on a letter from Mom and Dad. Then a bunch of us were going to see a show but it cost too much and didn't look very good, so we went to a Christmas party instead. The people at the party were young and silent, so Stephanie and I tried to get them interested in a game of charades. I guessed "The Longest Yard" and "The Sun Also Rises" correctly, but it took me a while to get the hang of it.

Yesterday I watched "Sky High" which was an amusing movie about super heros in high school. It reminded me of Aaron's superpower, which is the ability to state the obvious. Also, we had band practice, which was fun. I've been playing bass guitar and drums a little and getting pretty good at it. Playing in this band makes me feel sort of like an accomplished pop musician. Stephanie and I are working again on our operetta about HL Mencken, and we have an engagement to perform it at a festival here in April, I think on Alan's birthday. The story concerns the Mencken museum set in the future, after the Alphabet War of 2036, when people started to viciously hate the letters "H" and "L." Obviously, the HL Mencken museum has done quite poorly after that momentous war, and the curator -- freed from anyone who might visit her -- has plenty of time to soup up her Mencken automotron -- me.

Finally, all of my children are walking and talking. Or none of them are, depending on how you look at it.

Comments

alan said…
i wish if there was an alphabet war people would fight together to oust the letter c.
kat, ise, selery, attak
Adam R said…
In Russian there is no letter c. Well, there is, but it's used as an "s" and there is no s. So Moscow is spelled "Mock"ow.

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