Ron Sexsmith is just a doll. He totally rocked my socks off last night. Although it was weird to go to a concert by myself, I suppose it is something that I will have to get used to, as I don't have the stable of concert buddies that I used to. Fortunately I don't think there's anything coming up in the next little bit, so I will be able to concentrate on the school work I need to do.
+presentation, twenty minutes or so, on Benedict Anderson's Imagined Communities
+presentations, ten minutes or so, cultural context summary of Scientific Naturalism in the late Victorian
+response journal to Alice Walker's Meridian
+marking...and more marking...and then maybe some stabbing out of eyes
+other readings for the Anderson class, and a response to them as well
If he ever sang this, I would probably simultaneously implode and explode from its beauty.
2 comments:
It's Phil again.
I go to a lot of concerts by myself, because none of my friends are into the same music as me. It's weird, but it's not that bad once you get used to it.
We need to go to a concert together one of these days.
Tinka, I am in awe. That is all I can say.
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