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Last night I got to go see Kaia and Amy at the Bell House in Brooklyn; I took Hunter with me and it was unseasonably warm and light out. Since it was still Pesach and since I knew T. was gonna be there with his new boy I dealt with it like a grown-up by draining two plastic cups of tequila on ice with lime before Kaia had even finished her opening set. That, combined with the gorgeous music and wide net of friends there to love up on me, made it totally doable. Kaia's songs hit me in the heart of course ('remember those times you stole the breath from my gut') even when she sang about puppies and sea-turtles and Amy was amazing, her puppy-print shirt and pure joy in playing. It was so good, accidental Butchies reunion on stage and all. And friends even friends I'd made through T. had
my back and held me in all the ways that count. Then drunk I got to go home and hang out and bake and eat Thai food with Hunter before catching a late train home in prep for roommate interviews this am. Now I'm hazy half-hungover more from sleep dep and a bad nap than anything, settling in at MaxCaffe to wrap up my Irigaray paper G-d willing though I really just wanna lie on my back and listen to Kaia.

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Today as Shabbos was ending we visited my grandmother, my dad's mom down in Warminster, framed photos filling the surprisingly-cozy apartment and piano-top, rooster tchotchkes and blue glassware and a whole hook/rack devoted to outlandish red hats, feather boas and purple accents galore. When we got there she fixed me a drink, some good (cheap?) vodka called Pravda on the rocks with a jalapeno-stuffed olive, said, "You need this, after what you've been through" which felt like the perfect grandmotherly medicine, acknowledgment and tonic.

She brought us mixed nuts in little glass dishes, showed off her surprisingly-good $14 wig from a catalogue and the others in rotation, and told us great if likely confabulated family stories as the sun set hot pink and smoky indigo over the parking lot outside. Then she kicked us out cos she had to go to dinner with her UpWords club friends or something, promise of a visit up to the city soon, maybe for the opera.

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Tomorrow Bea and I start our drive down to Ida, and as much as I hate unpacking there is a certain organizational joy in ( packing itself. ) This is probably more than I'll take when I go to Greece (!!), but somehow I feel like I'll need more sartorial options down south than I will in the old country. I love organizing and making things fit and I cannot wait for this adventure!

Last night my roommate mixed me a vodka tonic (with non-diet tonic, no less) and I was astonished at how crisp and delicious it was. Sipping it out of a small juice jar did little to abate my somewhat inexplicable identification with Anne Sexton, something New England and WASPy about the drink, as though my hands could become elegant woman's hands, holding a cigarette between two tense fingers.

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Something about Thelonious Monk just makes my synapses fire and every atom sing.

Current Music: "Bright Mississippi," from Monk's Dream.

It feels hot this morning, and I got 5.5 hours of sleep so I feel sort of out of sorts. On the up side, I drank a bottle of champagne with Seth and Matt (mostly between Matt and me) at 1:30 last night, and finished my paper, so I feel good despite the heaviness in my finger joints and humid feeling in my room.

A question for those of you who know about this sort of thing:
I just got this nice rope, and I don't want it to get all kinked and full of bad habits. But I also want to store it neatly. Right now I have it coiled like any other line (ie, not flat coiled on the floor but coiled and wrapped with the bight around the bundle). I put all the little bundles in this dinky wooden tape box (you know, the kind with an accordion top that rolls back) because I like having things all neatly packed away. Is this a bad idea? What's a better one?

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