i should probably be studying, but...
so, i set up camp at a local coffee shop this evening at 6:45ish, with the intention of working nonstop until they kicked me out. however, i’m exceptionally good at mismanaging my time, especially when i feel even the slightest bit pulled in more than one direction, as tends to happen this time in the semester. (on a related, yet nonetheless tangential note, my 1L mentee told me this afternoon, when i rather unceremoniously and without asking deposited my backpack and all of my stuff at her table in the lounge, that apparently there’s a time management lecture coming up for the first years… erm, maybe i should attend?)
so anyway, i ended up placing a phone call—well, returning a phone call, if you want to get all technical about it—to someone on the other side of the state. i began the conversation with a disclaimer: i’m at a coffee shop, standing outside, it’s cold, i can’t talk long, but i wanted to call nonetheless… an hour later, i’m still standing in the cold, talking on the phone, having a delightfully charming conversation with someone that i really don’t know if i’ll ever meet… yes – this is shamefully irresponsible of me, yet i don’t have the slightest bit of regret about it. it was, after all, a delightfully charming conversation.
and the boy has a serious dilemma with which to contend – is seeing iron and wine at the electric factory in philly worth it? iron and wine? yes. but the electric factory is quite possibly my least favorite place to see a show EVER. put it this way -- if pavement were to reunite and play only one show and that show were to take place at the electric factory, i’m honestly not sure that i could force myself to go. there would certainly be a balancing test employed – the relative weighing of the benefit of seeing my fave indie rock gods vs the suckitude of the electric factory. i'm afraid that the balance weighs on the side of the suckitude. yes, friends, it’s that bad.