The weekend is nearly gone.  And while everyone around me is steaming along finishing up the end-of-semester assignments, I’m….  just not.

I went on two field trips this weekend, which took up most of Satruday and Sunday – from 9am-3pm.  We went with Prof Moorcroft to Nahant Beach in Northern Massachusetts to look at intertidal pools communities yesterday and to investigate latitudinal zonation today.  Fun stuff.  Except for the rain and cold, which I could have done without.

And then we sang at Pre-Frosh Jam on Friday, and I saw the Kuumba concert last night, after speaking on a student panel for prefrosh parents.  We’ve also been recording solos and trios this weekend.  So that’s pretty much where all my time went…  not reading Oatley or Hardt & Negri…  I need to work up a little panic if I hope to survive past Tuesday.

I just made four repeat trips to the Quincy printer in the basement computer room, because each time I got back to my room I discovered major omissions or mistakes in my plots and had to reprint corrected versions.

That’s the problem with leaving problem sets to the last minute, even fairly trivial ones.

At least the walking will go some way towards offsetting the *huge* dinner I had tonight after the Dins gig at Colby’s high school on Rhode Island (Providence looks like a beautiful city, as far as I can tell, even in the rain and fog).

Over the weekend I saw the cobbled-together “The Lives and Many Deaths of Mr Plumb” (endearingly enthusiastic) at the Loeb Ex, the ART’s production of Edward Bond’s “Olly’s Prison” (inpenetrably dramatic) at the very nice Zero Arrow Street space, and a student production of Sam Shepard’s “Seduced” (disturing and intense) in a decrepit hovel in the bowels of Adams.  I also watched “Secretary” (accessible avant garde) and “Closer” (conspicuously based on Patrick Marber’s play).

I still feel like I haven’t quite shaken the need for a fiction/theatre/art/vacation fix, but that will have to wait till after May, I guess.

I *must* pull myself together for these final weeks – three grade-breaking papers and a midterm left… along with a crop of problem sets, field trips and a lab report.  Then it will be time to press on through the final four exams.  It’s exhausting to even think about it all.

I guess I had to mention this at some point – the weather in Cambridge has been absolutely glorious for days now.  Endless sunshine, balmy breezes, blue skies.  *contented smile*  Even if I did specifically sign up for the gray skies, bare trees and sharp air, it’s still nice to see Spring come up in a blaze of tulips, daffodils and hyacinths.

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I just got done giving the longest information tour *ever*.  I really must learn to make these go a lot quicker.

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This weekend will be my big arts weekend.  I’m planning on seeing three productions, at least.  Plus we’ll be in the studio doing some more recording.

New York was beautiful.  Worth the 6 hour commute, definitely, especially considering the nice French woman I met on the bus.

Great company, excellent food (from random mushroom pizza at 3am to foie gras at lunch), nice accommodations, gorgeous weather.  What’s not to like?  I want to go back to the fabric stores with an OFA grant…  woah.

I can’t quite believe it’s the middle of April already.  Just three weeks of classes left.  That’s scary.

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In other news, I got accepted as an R&D intern at the London headquarters of The Society for Environmental Exploration/Frontier.  I’m quite pleased, and pleasantly surprised.  So all my friends in London – where should I find housing for ten weeks?  Does anyone have an extra bedroom lying empty from June to August?

Taken a couple of days before the Fall semester ended.  I can’t recall if this was my last exam – I’m studying for my introductory earth science class, which I disliked, but which ended up giving me an unexpectedly satisfying grade. 

A photo taken in January, just as the semester was ending and I was busy studying for final exams.

My camera’s battery died just before I tried to take this picture, but I managed to coax it to take this one shot of the picture-perfect cove on our second day on the island.

I was so happy that my camera managed to take this one shot of this cove before the battery gave out completely.  Isn’t Bermuda beautiful?

Taken from my deck chair on the hotel’s private beach.  The Fairmont Southampton was simply quite stunning.

The hotel had a private beach, of course.  What more could you want?

Horseshoe Beach is the public beach right next to the hotel’s private beach.  Very lovely indeed.

Then again the public beach right next door wasn’t too shabby either.

Jenny took this picture of me in one of the "secret coves" off to the side of Horseshoe Bay.  Those rocks were actually really sharp.

Bermuda, Din on the Rocks (2 Apr 2005)

Yup. 

I want Spring Break back.

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In the meantime:

All these are great books that have been subject to censorship.

1) Put in bold the ones you’ve read completely.
2) Put in italics the ones you’ve read excerpts or abridged versions of or which you recall having started to read and never finished.