because it's like you're here instead of there

i have so much to say right now it's overwhelming. let's start with location. set the scene, then describe the players, then get to the bloody point. and boy, is it bloody.

not really.

at present, i am outside of the law school, in the shade, in a rough half-circle facing one of my most favorite professors, who is holding about four very large textbooks in her lap and lecturing over the din of some workmen beyond a little hill over there, who appear to be chiseling something around which is wrapped a lot of dark plastic. i wonder what's inside? maybe it's a present for the president of the university, who gets to unwrap it by taking hold of one end and running counterclockwise around it until all the plastic is gone and the present is unveiled!

or maybe it's a lamppost.

being outside like this makes me want to lie down in the grass and listen to some music, or maybe just the parts of some music that i like the most. there are some examples of this, but i'll get to that in a moment. first i want to say before i forget that a lovely friend, who when she calls always says: "hi. this is michele knapp. from law school?" even after two years now, has been quite insistent (with an E, with an E, got it) about buying me dinner tonight (really, secretly, i'm the one who should be paying, but i have no money to pull the old switcheroo and accomplish this tonight, but maybe another time). michele knapp from law school is a sweetheart. being her friend is something you could put on your resume for life (Resume for Life: The Worn Places On the Soul Revisited). so that's nice.

suddenly, it smells like cheerios out here.

oh yes, my examples! stop holding your breath. here's what i'm going to tell you. if i could go over there on the little hill and lay down in the sun and listen to some music, here's what i would listen to, maybe in no particular order but definitely starting with those kings of convenience and their I Don't Know What I Can Save You From in order to hear the cello solo part with the guitar underneath, that falls into just the guitar bit and then the harmony--and then maybe some rh and Scatterbrain, probably for all of it but especially towards the end when he says somewhere, i'm not....scatterbrain and lightning fuse powercut scatterbrain, because that part makes his voice so lovely against the nice clean electric guitar. and speaking of, the beginning of Let Down would be nice too, followed up with that perfect time changing drum part on the toms, and reaching that heartbreaking part in the last chorus when he sings one day real long over himself and dissolving into the end, with that last clean chord. but you know, that's a little too much with those two right in a row, so maybe it'd be good to end with zero 7's Look Up or The Space Between, both of which are wholly good on their own, and will go nicely with Float On and the modest mouse, to be in the right proper mood to get up, brush off my pants, and go back inside to sit in that hot room with no breeze in west hall for three hours, learning something about nothing i wish i was.

and i've thought about you. and you. and you. all day.