I spent all day listening to Damon talk at the UIC Ortho Alumni meeting. Most of it I already knew, which was kind of boring, but here and there something new clicked into place. Part of it might just be noticing patterns I hadn't seen before. Then a lecture from Diekwisch about the Vienna-Chicago connection with UIC's research history, which was interesting enough. I'd rather have come home since I'm feeling pretty run down, still.
I was noticeably better when I woke up this morning - less mucus, less coughing, less sore swollen throat. I think the throat is coming back a bit now, as I'm getting pretty tired. Soon I will have my chamomile and honey, and take some ibuprofen, have a hot shower and get ready for bed.
Or so I tell myself. I've been writing reviews and reading the Onion since I got home tonight. There's a piece in the Onion about songs that deal with cold war nuclear paranoia. There's a Men At Work song in there, and of course Fishbone's "Party at Ground Zero" complete with video. At least I got fed three squares today, so there's no cooking or anything to be done.
Henry Rollins, from Black Coffee Blues:
He would go to those dances. He could never get the nerve to ask a girl to a dance. Like he would really know what to do when he got her out on the floor. He had tried dancing alone in his room and had gotten so embarrassed that he just had to stop. He watched them though. If you could get points for being attentive, he would have cleaned up. Women were so mysterious and full of shit. He wouldn't have a clue what to say to one if he ever got the chance. The dances went by and he went to almost all of them. He would find the darkest part of the gym and watch them with his back to the wall. He saw a girl who was doing the same thing he was. He checked her out: She was pretty enough. A few times she caught him looking. She was looking at him too after all. He looked at her again and she waved at him. His entire body shuddered. He knew what he should do, and at the same time he knew he didn't have the balls to go over and say hello. He was so shy he could barely answer to roll call in class. He looked down at the floor trying to appear unconcerned and even bored. When he looked up again, she was there in front of him. His heart started to pounding. He thought he might choke. She introduced herself. He managed to get his name out as well. They both agreed that these things were stupid and that they were both there to see how stupid their friends could be and how stupid it was to dance, etc. They decided to try it as a joke. You know, like 'Here, eat this pound of lard, but only as a joke though.'
They went for it in the dark corner of the gym. It was a slow song, something by Three Dog Night. The singer shouted over the music.
"Look at this! We have all the boys against one wall and the girls against the other. Why can't you all be like THOSE TWO OVER IN THE CORNER?!!"
He felt his dinner rising up. They broke apart. She ran off. He never saw her again.
They went for it in the dark corner of the gym. It was a slow song, something by Three Dog Night. The singer shouted over the music.
"Look at this! We have all the boys against one wall and the girls against the other. Why can't you all be like THOSE TWO OVER IN THE CORNER?!!"
He felt his dinner rising up. They broke apart. She ran off. He never saw her again.
