Tarheeled, Decemberlisted, Sol LeWittless

Well, I keep meaning to post about My Chemical Romance's "Helena" as a vehicle for my musings on my pseudo-goth days, as I've been reminiscing about that lately while simultaneously trying to keep light on the eyeliner. Oh, temptation!

I've been a busy little creature, as one can imagine. Upon my return from the glorious victory in Hotlanta I had to throw together a second night seder for Pesach, as my parents abandoned my sister and me for the Masters in Augusta. The seder was somewhat of a success--at least, I thought/hoped so, particularly it was baby's first time as a seder hostess. And baby can't cook to save her life.

Friday I sent out my letter and deposit check to the University of North Carolina in Chapel Hill, where I will spend the next several years of my life. Under the wing of the divine Mary Sheriff. Among others. I'm slowly, slowly adjusting to the fact that I have a concrete future as opposed to hand wringing and fear, which is how I spent the majority of last semester. Of course I have already found something else to worry about, in the vein of "OhmyGod I'm moving my entire life to North Carolina, and I've lived in Florida for twenty-two years, and one month, exactly."

I thrive on tension.

Last night I saw the Decemberists with the lovely Phil Chernyak in Orlando. Actually, in Universal City, as Colin Meloy named it. Colin Meloy, actually, struck up a lovely little rapport with the audience. However, Colin Meloy is married, and this is a shame, because the man is absolutely charming and I would love to take him out for tea, etc. The show was wonderful, the band tackled many of my favorite songs and pulled a lot of material from the crane wife which I happen to rather like. Definite highlights were "The Engine Driver," "The Island" (jiggity prog rock huzzah), the dance-off which took place during "Perfect Crime 2," "Yankee Bayonet," sing alongs during "Sixteen Military Wives" and "Songs and Daughters" and the audience terror noises + GIANT WHALE during "The Mariners Revenge Song." The frolicking with Pine View alumni and UCF film students which occurred in the aftermath fo the concert was equally exciting and somehow during the evening I managed a scant twoish-threeish hours of sleep. And then drove back to Gainesville. In the cold and fucking rain. Miserable.

So that is where I am. The semester is killing me, at this point, but I'm sure I'll feel better once I turn in my thesis/write my paper on the cult of celebrity via Mao and Andy Warhol/write my paper comparing Camelot/Monty Python and the Holy Grail/Camelot/Spamalot/finish planning my European Adventure of Debauchery/graduate etc. Oh the trees that shall die for my slave labor. Additionally I am endeavoring to get TV on the Radio tickets for Wednesday. Yes, I know it is sold out, but I will gladly give my soul and my remaining shreds of dignity to anyone who has a spare ticket. The Flaming Lips come Sunday, and I bought two tickets to see the Arcade Fire (!!!!!!) on May 1st in Hotlanta.

On a final, and rather somber note: Sol LeWitt died today.

Well. That was fun.