Monday, November 8, 2010

Time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin' into the future...

I hate that song.

But it's been almost two weeks since I've written.  Crazy.  Let me see if I have any new pictures...

Clam Chowda

This picture was taken last Saturday at Quincy Market.  I love Quincy Market.  Sophie and I met Dan and his roommate Keith there for lunch.  Dan and Keith were being slow, so we ate without them.  While I was in San Francisco with Cam and Annie this past (passed?) summer, we went to Fisherman's Warf and got clam chowder in bread bowls.  So obviously I had to compare costal clam chowder, so I ordered me some clam chowda at Quincy.  New England 1, California 0.  It was crazy good here.  Admittedly, the bread bowl was better in San Fran (gotta love the sourdough), but the chowda definitely took the house here in Boston.

What else?  Thursday night was temple night, and afterwards I got invited by Libby (who I met at the ward dinner with Brad) and Mary (who plays the organ at church) to come over Friday night to make donuts.  Turns out they have the same last name, Nielson, and they're sisters.  Go figure.  Anyways, they live out in Concord, and Libby got me a ride with a very nice lady named Suzanne.  Suzanne wasn't way old, but she was older than me, so I call her lady.  She's super nice and super calm (so we're opposites), and works as a pediatric nurse here in Boston.  She's not big into movies, so I made her a list of must-sees.  She picked me up in her Prius right from campus and we went out to Concord.  The Nielson family is rad, and there ended up being a ton of people there.  Mary invited her friends, Libby invited her friends, and Emily (they're little sister) invited her friends.  I spent most of my time filling and glazing the donuts, which were inSANEly good.  When I was done with that I went downstairs and proceeded to beat Brad, Linda, and Emily at MarioKart 64 and Goldeneye (still got it).  I am so glad the Nielson girls invited me over.  Chalk one up for good people.

Poetry has been going well.  I wrote the longest poem I've ever written (2 pages, double spaced) since my last post.  It's called "Mrs. Elisabetta."  It's about Leonardo DaVinci.  We had been talking a lot about ekphrastic poetry (poetry about other types of art, specifically painting) in Bonnie's class, so I obviously had to make fun of ekphrastic poetry.  So the poem is essentially me pretending that DaVinci and Elisabetta del Giacondo (the lady in Mona Lisa) had a fling and then broke up, and then I make a movie out of it, starring Leonardo DiCaprio and John Goodman.  It's pretty rad.  Then today I wrote a poem called "Why Kissing Should Be Avoided In Literature (and Other Places)" which is a line I stole from a poem written by my good friend Jason Hills while I was at BYU.  The title has nothing to do with the rest of the poem, which is essentially about a picture I made up in my brain of a man going to the bathroom in the forest.  Don't worry, I included butt flap long-johns.  It's a look into human nature.  Get it?

Other than that it's kind of just school and church.  Basketball has been good on Tuesday nights and I've been working at AGNI on Fridays.  The next wave of scholarly papers are on their way.  I have yet to get sick of mini tacos from Trader Joe's.  Halloween was cool.  I went to the Mount Auburn cemetery (which was gorgeous with the leaves changing colors) and moonwalked over the graves of Oliver Wendell Holmes and Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.  They are now in the ever-growing club.  And then I went home, ate mini tacos and candy, and watched the 1922 version of Nosferatu on Netflix.  It's one of (maybe the) first Dracula movies, and it actually does a great job of sticking to the text.  Put it on your list.

Welp, this post is getting long.  Still loving school and Boston.  Not excited for the cold weather, but snow is always cool for a little while.  Time to go read Shakespearean poetry.



b-rad said...

DC called and left you a message, don't know if you got it. It said "Time to pay me a visit" or something like that.

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