A Bell for Adano

I don't have the foggiest idea why that book title is stuck in my head. I never read the book and have no clue what it's about, though I think there might be a hunchback in the story somewhere? Have successfully read Daisy Miller and liked it much better than I thought I would. Our next short book is The Awakening and then I guess we have 10 or so more after that. The author I choose to present on is Don DeLillo, but I'm not sure which book of his (certainly not White Noise since this is a short novel class). I emailed my teacher last week to see if she would let me do a creative project for the final, but she never responded. In her own words, she is THEATRICAL!!! and so maybe therefore cannot write back directly as she's in the midst of rehearsing A Streetcar Named Desire. She seems to be one of those people who is prone to random soliloquies of little interest. But I am a harsh judge of people and should give her a chance. I will wait until the class is over to tell you the five things she did on the first night that gave me pause.

Liz and Luke were up this weekend and we did our usual stuff--went to thrift stores, played Sims, made disgusting organic cookies, drank wine, ate microwave popcorn, watched How Do I Look?, sat in Rittenhouse Square, tried on used shoes, bought new HOT shoes from Kenneth Cole (Liz got them for Luke b/c they are these two-toned great shoes marked down from $300 to $71. Really cute), tried on caftans at H & M, petted a bunch of dogs, ignored the homeless people, took the subway, drank coffee, ordered grilled cheese sandwiches, tried to coax Henri out from under the bed, fought with Emma, and met my friends out for a yummy Italian dinner at Marra's on Passayunk. Liz did the dishes like five times and Luke fixed my floor fan which is a Godsend. The air mattress was fine the second night, though the first night, I woke up at like 2 a.m. to find that it had deflated and I was basically lying on the hard wood floor. Someday, I'll find a use for that second bedroom beyond being a place where I hang my skirts.

Yesterday, went to Celia's to do some more laundry and watched two more episodes of Flight of Conchords and debated again whom we love more: Jermaine or Bret. I can't make up my mind. On one hand, Jermaine is more masculine and bigger; on the other hand, Bret is slight but a good (silly) dancer. I'm leaning toward Bret at this point. Also went to Trader Joe's where I again bought a bunch of bizarre stuff that I'll probably never eat like Fluffy Veggie Chips and Stuffed Picante Beans with Organic Lard. Then we walked along Kelly Drive and counted the number of shirtless jogging men we spotted (more than 11. We had to stop after that because it was just too overwhelming and not in a good way).

All in all, it was a pretty good weekend.