i never rinsed with distilled. and i never really cared about whether or not i drank tap water, either. and i don't have taste buds to distinguish diet cokes from pepsi ones from anything. maybe not even crystal cola. had a tough time with liquid in general. ah, the ethereal world of...liquids. there's a lot that can occur to you while scrubbing a brita/nalgene in the morning (at the same time, clearly, liquid receptacles are an unceasing source of pleasure.)
i still have these damn scars on my legs. though my feet are becoming tender and au jus b/c of their new regimen. dressed up 5 min in my prom shoes and cello skirt last night for philadelphia o. with the oberlin-doobie crew :^) and wow. jump up and down-fantastic but i think i understood about the acoustics of the hall. there's a very dry and contained sound which seems to muffle pieces like, say, the PINES OF ROME (yeaaaah!) from achieving a hanging gardens of babylon in favor of just a jenga tower of sound. operatic vs concert acoustics. i believe it. never a tough time with sounds. except being deaf and deafer without contacts. we sat in the fourth row unbelievably next to those with furs and mother-of-pearl inset glasses. all the better to be children with, my dear! the relative merits of having the nightinggale in the third movement or the guy from police academy.
early in the morning and i have some more classes today. everything is words :^) i actually had a poem prepared for today's event but i guess.
i still have these damn scars on my legs. though my feet are becoming tender and au jus b/c of their new regimen. dressed up 5 min in my prom shoes and cello skirt last night for philadelphia o. with the oberlin-doobie crew :^) and wow. jump up and down-fantastic but i think i understood about the acoustics of the hall. there's a very dry and contained sound which seems to muffle pieces like, say, the PINES OF ROME (yeaaaah!) from achieving a hanging gardens of babylon in favor of just a jenga tower of sound. operatic vs concert acoustics. i believe it. never a tough time with sounds. except being deaf and deafer without contacts. we sat in the fourth row unbelievably next to those with furs and mother-of-pearl inset glasses. all the better to be children with, my dear! the relative merits of having the nightinggale in the third movement or the guy from police academy.
early in the morning and i have some more classes today. everything is words :^) i actually had a poem prepared for today's event but i guess.