today was by far

one of the best wednesday's i've had in a while.

**before you proceed, loyal reader, be informed that there are three posts before this one that you probably have not seen yet, since i published all 4 of these posts together. check them out if you'd like**

as i was saying, today was one of the best wednesday's i've had in a while. i skipped my first two classes--you know what, i deserved those extra hours of sleep. i've been working my ass off this quarter, and i've actually been really good about going to class. fortunately, when i miss class on monday's and wednesdays, normally i just miss a film. no problem, i can just cinefile it. i like how cinefile is a verb in my vocabulary.

i realize why this year i've been making it to class way more than i did last year. last year most of my friends lived in my building, and this year i live somewhere else. i.e., last year there was so much more screwing around and consequent staying up all night. maybe that also explains why i get so much more work done this year. the moral of the story? that friends suck and that they bring you down. screw 'em.

i made it to sociology of the family at 4pm, my last class of the day. today we watched when women kill. who knew canadian men and women could be so violent. they are such nice people, except when they steal your passports from your van in the parking lot of the brothel where you are staying the night.


oh, vancouver. you have left us broken men. nay, boys.

after class terri anderson told me to stop smoking, smoking is bad, etc etc. "really bad," she said. but not in a mean, smoking-makes-you-a-bad-person way, but rather in a genuinely concerned tone. she is a cool gal, one of the few professors who shows interest in their students as human beings. actually, she is one of the few professors who makes themselves vulnerable by showing their human side. not many do that; most of them hide behind their degrees to such a great extent that they forget that they are normal human beings. what makes her so approachable? i think it's her big, neon-green plastic-framed sunglasses. by the end of the quarter i will try to provide you with a photograph.

after class i picked up matt and drove to amoeba in the rain to see antony and the johnsons. the only song of his i heard is from the golden apples compilation, put together by none other than devendra banhart himself. freak folk. so good. and scary. antony is another artist of note on secretly canadian. the first one that has come to my attention being jans lekman. although i am/have been broken in terms of the cash, i picked up a few cds as i am stupidly accustomed to doing. believe it or not, when you buy good records you are combatting bad music. one thing i want that they didn't have was the les breastfeeders album. but they did have party of one's caught the blast for 4.99. so what if the album as a whole kinda blows--its saving grace is "baby doll," not to be confused with devo's equally-great track.

in the arclight parking lot as we were leaving, a girl asks me and matt,
"do you like indie movies?"
"we like films in general," i reply.
then she hands us a flier for invisible children, which is showing at cinespace next wednesday. i wouldn't exactly call invisible children an indie film; in some ways it is, i suppose. anyway if anyone would like to watch it, let me know--i might watch it again.

amoeba bike racks

afterwards we picked up akanksha and went to the apple pan. another restaurant cindy and tracey have been telling me to go to for quite a while. i didn't get our server's name, but he is this super cool elderly man. straight out of a 50s diner and/or mom and pop drug store, white uniform and all. he opened our soda cans for us and added up our bill--including tax--by hand right in front of us.

steakburger. so good.

as ice cube so succinctly yet eloquently once put it, "today was a good day."