SPRING BREAK

i sheduled a week in the bay area as a means to derail the entire semester and perhaps get some much needed sleep. as of today I finall slept in past 10am (finally on california time) and now face the challenge of the red-eye and a quiz tomorrw at 8am california time. flying here nobody had a watch and looking at our cell phones was the only way to keep track of the time. still, hungover, in and out of sleep, and somewhere between lake michigan and the rocky mountains, when you see 2:52 on your phone you can't help but ask, "what does that even mean? when are we?"

it's given me a lot of time to not think about this project, which is very important.

"i begin to hear the old sounds- the ones i had thought worn out by intellectualization- i begin to hear the old sounds as though they are not worn out. Obviously they are not worn out. they are just as audbile as the new sounds. thinking had worn them out. and if one stops thinking about them, suddenly they are fresh and new."

"nothing more than nothing can be said."

-from "lecture on nothing" by john cage