Iowa City Recap/This Week

Hello internet friends. I've just recently returned from a long weekend trip down to Iowa City to visit some folks from college. I had never been to Iowa City, so it was nice to see a part of the country that I haven't been to before. And of course, I happily contributed to the local economy. You're welcome, owners of downtown eating/drinking establishments.

Iowa City is apparently the hipster capital of Iowa, which most likely explains all the tight-jeaned, PBR-drinking, and facial-haired self expression going on. If only I could be as interesting as those people. Damn.

Surely the lowlight for me was this free-form circus/band happening in the middle of the Iowa City art fair. When you can't tell whether they are hosting a gay pride parade or an anti-tax tea party, you know a problem is afoot. And it indeed was afoot. Very rarely do I find myself repulsed by musical expression, but I think that must be the only adequate term for that unhappy conglomoration of community art. I suppose that may be the hipster definition; "community art." I have no such qualms, and by the pretentiousness invested in me, I thus dub it "shit."

Really not much more to say. Good times were had, but I always have a good time with the Luther crew. Always nice to be with friends. My fun quota was fulfilled for, oh, I'd say a good couple weeks. Which would probably explain why this week seems so uneventful.

All year, I've been telling myself that I'm going to go hear the Minnesota Orchestra. And all year, I've found ways to avoid doing just that. But I feel this week, that must change. Tis' the season finale, and Beethoven's "Missa Solemnis" is being played. Anyone who knows anything about anything must then logically know that Beethoven is a god among mortals when it comes to music. I love Beethoven. Thus, it seems like I should probably attempt to get a ticket. I know I have a very provincial internet audience, but on the off chance anyone from Minnesota is interested in hearing some music, please, make yourself aware.

I had a messed up dream last night. I was trying to fly to Phoenix, but I had to first fly to Delaware. I don't know why I was headed to Phoenix. And all I had packed was a jar of peanut butter. That has to be interpreted somehow, right?

Anyways, back to reading about arbitration. It's really not that bad, but it's incredibly hard to stay motivated when there is no immediate class to hold me accountable. Maybe the whole idea of "summer responsibility" has just been eluding me the past 23 years.