weekend.

Listening to the same poem close to a hundred times, as pronounced torturously by first-year students of Italian, can kill the poem no matter how beautiful it is.

On the other hand, the students made me smile and even laugh quite a bit, some with inventiveness, some with naive assumptions from other languages seeping in. You could feel them learning.

Making There Be Food for friends’ wedding is a fun enterprise! Farmers’ market people were duly amused at my purchase of forty-eight baby aubergines, in addition to mounds of other things. I’ve been making several little shopping trips instead of one big one, breaking them down by purchase location. The “light refreshments” will be mostly different kinds of Mediterranean or Med-influenced. Perhaps I will post photos, later.

Roland’s doing fine, though I haven’t written much: proofreading scanned text is not terribly exciting or varied. I’m coming to Really Appreciate good-quality photocopies, which make such activities much more swift. And, conversely, loathe bad-quality photocopies, which induce anguish.

Currently playing (for values of “currently” being “all day long” but not necessarily “at this moment”): mix of electronica, silly and otherwise, and Suzanne Vega, sent across the continent by a friend. Shpongle and pellucid, amon tobin and dj food, not to mention Carlos Paredes. I keep listening to it again and again.