culture

on the 14th, i heard the st. petersburg state orchestra, nearly melting into tears, and today, i shall see the sichuan university art troupe play at the anderson center. in this hinterland, there is no dearth of the worlded, all the lovely tunisians, turks, greeks, germans, and asians one can ever want. we don't talk about life so much as meaning. this is the spring of my at-home-ness. i am among my kindred. and we have insinuated ourselves into the great machine we serve.

i think i bored everyone (including myself) to stupor this morning teaching the ghost rider. but at least i am not yet so apathetic that i let it slide, at least i care enough this time around to crib about it. we can only strive to approach the limit, never really pretend that we can truly know.

i might go to albany with nysr. it is, after all, my university new york state is injuring.