jocelyncee: (strong)
In the none-too-gradual countdown between now and my impending exams, I've been spending an inordinate amount of time doing... well, not nothing.  Just not as much studying for my exams as perhaps would be prudent.  A good chuck of my goofing off is at the hands of Civ III (I am NOT buying IV until after exams!  I promise!) but some of it has been reading on feminism, especially feminist blogs.


I got into this by being marginally interested in comics of the superhero variety, and being sent to Girls Read Comics by Karen Healey on GirlWonder.org.  This opened up a whole can of worms, and, rather than just getting me more interested in superhero comics, this has opened my mind to many new ways of thinking, of observing, and has, most importantly, kept me reading.


And thinking.  And so very, very much.


Thus far I have learned about privilege, and that as a heterosexual cisgendered middle-class white female, I experience a good bit of privilege.  In fact, the only "strike" I have against me in the system that is our societal heritage is the female part.  So I don't get into discussions/crusades for women of color, the GLBT community or the impoverished -- although I listen.  When a group that is not privileged as I am gets up to talk, my job is to sit, listen, and get to know my privilege enough so that I can consciously avoid exercising it / benefiting from it.


In any case, I'm out of clearly laid-out comments to make right now, and I have Latin to translate.  I will be linking to read-worthy blogs on feminism as I go through this.


jocelyncee: (girl genius)
I'm now officially taking my exams in March with everyone else.  This was a good decision on my part, as I was discovering how much less I retained from my first year.  Couldn't recall much at all, so now I have another 10 weeks to rectify that situation.

Considering that the only classes I'm enrolled in are languages, I shouldn't burn out on reading too badly.  At least, I shouldn't burn out on reading so badly that I fail a class.  Mostly translations for these two (Old Norse and second semester Latin.  Yes, geek.)

I had been so worried about postponing the exams for the wrong reason that I neglected to consider *why* I kept thinking about postponing them.  Turns out an objective look at my progress (which had been good) during the time I had been studying (not near long enough) and the amount of material I had left to cover in a week (unbelievably too much) made my decision for me very quickly.  I'm not ready, and I wasn't going to be ready in a week.  Made the call, sent the emails, so everybody knows and is happy.

Especially me. :)

I did another sensible thing, which was look at how much work I had left and try to sketch out a timeline for completing it.  Come to find out, if I proceed at the average rate I've been studying at over the break, I should be able to finish everything just before the new exam date.

Like hell I'd have been ready for that exam Monday.  And this realization came to me only after I'd rescheduled, and I was starting to feel the temptation of laziness, of "you still have a couple days before the semester starts... take a break!"

I'd had my break already though -- serious work stopped Friday afternoon, and today (Wednesday) was the first on that I've been able to really concentrate on this stuff.  I also started in on the semester today (it's been a year since Latin class, so I have some brushing up to do) and tomorrow I go do paperwork to attempt to owe the FedGovt less money in student loans this semester.  I had a good day of organizing things (including cleaning off my desk and getting the half a million German lit paperbacks back on the shelf in some semblance of order.)


So I'm not being the slug I want to be right now, in spite of just working through Christmas break.  I'm glad to be getting back to 1) a regular schedule 2) language classes!! 3) being around people generally, instead of just occasionally.  I do much better when I have to schedule alone time into my day as opposed to scheduling in social time.  I'm no fun if I stay home too much. :-P

Okay, that's officially enough now.  It's nearly tomorrow (again... 12-6 were the sleep hours last night) and I'm determined to get back to water aerobics tomorrow.  I need the activity, after six weeks of sitting on my butt all day (reading, studying, driving, writing, typing, playing Civ... all paragons of aerobic activity, lemme tell you).
jocelyncee: (creative)
Some power in the universe is taking care of me today.

I've spent the last few days being completely exhausted from intensive study for the written exam I have Monday, so much so that I couldn't stand to look at any book from Friday afternoon until last night about 8:30, and that was a graphic novel (Cathedral Child by Lea Hernandez, and much recommended).

I was still in a negative funk this morning, out of which I have been gradually lifted by various people over the course of the day.  It started with my husband this morning, who will support me no matter what, to a friend, to a professor in another department, to a fellow grad student who called me just now.  After the shorter coffee shop chats of the morning, I talked with her for 30 minutes, mostly about how I didn't feel as worried anymore.

I have a plan, and I'm putting it into action.  This is the qualifying exam for the real M.A. exam, which translated into my head as: this is just to make sure you're ready to take the real test.  All this is, is an assessment.  Not a judgment, which is how my mind understands things when I'm in panic mode (and probably induces the panic mode, come to think of it).

I'm going to be just fine.  I'm going to do the best I can, and not worry about what might appear on the exam.  There's no way I can know until I get it.  All I can do is be smart about what I study, and let the rest be how it will be.

If nothing else, a relaxed attitude will help hinder terrified blank-outs when I'm writing a week from today.
jocelyncee: (evil)
... what I'm going to do with the money if I sell my car, since I've gotten a few calls today about it.  I had completely forgotten that I'd put an ad in the paper this weekend (today through Saturday) and was, well, *shocked* to get a phone call today.  Someone's (hopefully) coming in about half an hour too.  I got two bites today, right after each other, so it felt like I was going to be deluged with offers. ;)  That, of course, was not the case:  those were the only two calls.  Still, someone's interested, and if they can get more/better use out of my car than me, and they're willing to give me a little cashola for it, I'm fine with that.

But seriously, I could do a lot with the price of a car... even a 1999.

Megacon!

Jan. 3rd, 2007 10:21 am
jocelyncee: (Default)
Yup, my geekiness *really* knows no bounds. I managed to get the finances together enough to buy plane tix to Tampa, so I can finally meet some of these Nightgig people I've been working with for, oh, 'bout two years now. That's the real reason for going -- we've got a table again this year, and I didn't get to go last time.

I waited around for Christmas money so I could afford to go, and said if I found tix for around $200/$225 I could go.

Well, guess what? ^_^ $203. Fees and everything.

So I'm going to be taking a vacation of sorts in the middle of the semester. I'm going to miss class. I'm not going to care. After the exam (Jan 22nd) I don't think I'll really care all that much, anyway. I will also be missing the annual conference put on at KU by the German grad students, it turns out, although the date I originally heard was in March, not conflicting with Megacon (which was the case last year, and I was one of the ones running the grad student conference). Had my plans made; not my fault. I've been there every other time (except when I was in Germany, of course), so they can deal. :P
jocelyncee: (creative)
First post of '07, and all through the site
Not a bit of it griping: she's had a good night.
The days have been filled with study and thought
And reviews from the classes professors have taught.
Hours of reading short stories and plays,
Some novels attempted, but mostly essays
That condense the plot of those books to 10 minutes
To complete that huge list with so many works in it.
It's not been all work; there has been some fun
But just in the evenings when work has been done
And sometimes a bit earlier, when friends would all gather
For a cup of good coffee and the most lively chatter.
Her email's unopened, her flist neglected
With hardly a new post from her detected
On either her Blogger account or on here.
It's been just a month - it seems like a year.
The time speeds on by (only three weeks to go!)
But a trickle of progress increased to a flow
That would rival a river, if only a small,
Instead of a creek bed, no current at all.
But the holiday's over, the family departed
And a new Resolution has suddenly started
Taking over my days with a healthy resolve
To be good at this "Lit'rature", to fin'lly evolve
'To the brilliant grad student I know I can be,
And take exams with ease, with spirit calm and free.
But for now I fill my days with books, notecards, and cram,
And praise the gods that I'm as sane and rational as I am.

(p.s. St. Nikolaus of Myra, the inspiration for our Santa Claus, is a patron saint of scholars.)
jocelyncee: (smart)
So, just for fun...


Muppets? )

All via [personal profile] vettecat :)  More posting later, probably.  I think I'm going back to bed now.
jocelyncee: (Default)
Yep, it's one of those dreaded "answer a ton of pointless questions" surveys, just 'cause I like 'em.  This one's from [profile] thebookofmeg via [profile] linmeister and was found while browsing [community profile] girlgenius_lab . 



Other than pointless stuff like this, I'm just working in the library (theoretically).  Going to finish the poetry part of the M.A. Reading List today, *big plans* for tonight (see #39 in the cut) and cleaning house/finishing up Christmas shopping tomorrow.  Going to inlaws' on Sunday, back Monday.  I'll probably take a book to read anyway, if nothing else than to just have an excuse to run off for a bit iffn I need some me time.  I shouldn't, but you never know. -_-
jocelyncee: (girl genius)
I may panic about the M.A. Exam eventually... but not today.

Why, you ask? Because I got shit done today. :) In fact, I read:

1) Das Erdbeben in Chili (The Earthquake in Chile) by Heinrich von Kleist, - short story, nice little "boy meets girl, boy gets girl in trouble, girl sent to convent, boy arrested, girl has illegitimate child and is sentenced to burning at the stake, girl has sentence reduced to beheading, freak earthquake releases boy from prison and saves girl from execution, boy and girl reunite, boy and girl seek to rejoin society but are killed by an angry mob" little tale. Kleist is a bit of a freak. I like him. :)

2) Der Besuch der alten Dame (The old lady's visit) by Friedrich D├╝rrenmatt - Play: old woman, now very rich, gets revenge on man who once betrayed her and on the town that shunned her. Delightful critique of the self-justifying tendencies of capitalist society and the people in it.

3) Die Soldaten (The Soldiers) - by J.M.R Lenz - Comedy, five acts. A confusing Storm-and-Stress play surrounding a young girl Marie and the soliders (among others) who are interested in her. I need more background info for this one.

I'm keeping a checklist of all of these works I'm supposed to read. If I was smart, I'd have it in Excel and let it calculate the percentage I've finished of each type: poem, drama, prose.

But I can chart this progress so far: I'm done with poetry up to the 19th century (post romaticism) and in addition to the three longer works I've read today I've begun the original Faust legend (Die Historia von D. Johann Fausten) before I go on to Goethe's play (Faust I).

It's three days to Christmas, and I still don't feel like it's almost here.

Here's the one bit of Christmas I have done though. Isn't it pitifully dinky? It's just like me to have a Christmas tree on top of a bookshelf.

Other than that, no reason for reality to have set in. I've bought presents (but not wrapped them) and I have yet to hear the Muppet Christmas album this season. That's probably it -- I should get that on the iPod for the trip to Joel's parents', just to get into the spirit of things.

There will be Kringle baking this weekend though, which should convince me that Christmas is coming (the goose is getting fat).  Maybe I can listen to the Muppets then.
jocelyncee: (introspective)
I really don't like being around negative people. Admittedly, I would qualify as one of those today, as much as I found things to gripe about. I have had two encounters today, however, that have really sharpened my sense of the negative, and from which I had to mentally extricate myself before I crossed over from grumpy to irate.

The first was a friend trying to be helpful/commiserate with me over the Impossibility that is Trying to Get Residency Status, i.e. Paying Less Tuition. The defeatist attitude that met my already rising temper only served as a springboard for it, and I went from annoyed to homicidal in about 10 seconds. I eventually had to ask that the subject be dropped, because I just couldn't listen to any more "oh, sure, they'll take your forms, and just deny you anyway".

The second was a compatriot (not precisely a friend) of mine who was waxing melancholic about the likelihood of receiving a fair evaluation of our papers in 19th C. Lit. The prof had a family emergency (a young child with unexpected major surgery) and could not return the drafts we'd turned in, hence we do not get professorial comments to consider while making the final revisions. As to fair grading practices, my colleague was inclined to assume the worst, whereas I was assuming the best, and both of us were citing the same reason behind our reasoning: "There's nothing we can do about it."

Now, when I finally get over the need to control a situation, the first thing I say to myself is "There's nothing I can do about it". This is a comforting thought, not defeatist in the least -- just an honest assessment of the situation. Once I've admitted where I have control and where I don't, I can get on with doing what I can, and quit wasting energy on what I can't.

The first thing to do that with was my grumpy mood today. Yeah, I feel kinda crummy, but that happens and it's not anyone else's fault that I'm tired/cranky/etc.

Second, I can't change what other people think or what they say about it. So, I can't change my friend's mind or stop my colleague's mouth. I did however ask my friend to drop the topic because I was just getting mad, and he did. The colleague was headed somewhere else anyway, so I didn't have to wait long for the conversation to end.

Today's lesson seems to be in paying attention to my surroundings and the effects that I'm taking from them, and getting the negativity out of my thoughts and actions.
jocelyncee: (creative)
Bunch of these... all [livejournal.com profile] hillarygayle's fault. *smirk*
My 'real' Chinese Zodiac sign )
Good Cook? )
What kind of Food? )Soda! )Soul? )

I could take about a dozen more. Maybe I should include the "How addicted to Blogthings are you?" quiz.
jocelyncee: (productive)
I found gratitude for peer reviewing today.

In the graduate literature courses we not only write a 10-20 page literary analysis for each class, we also switch papers (officially, no choice involved) with another student and read, review and comment on their work. When I first started graduate school I dreaded this -- what if I was completely wrong? What if I misunderstood everything? The prof would think me stupid beyond belief, and certainly not deserving of decent grade.

Over the last three years I had come to tolerate, then be resigned to peer reviews. Okay, so I wouldn't see everything about someone else's paper; that was fine. I'm only supposed to tell what I see, and I only have 10 minutes. It's not like I can be comprehensive in that amount of time. That's not expected. In fact, attempting to be all-encompassing is avoided: enough about the grammar already, typos are to be expected, and punctuation is only relevant if it hinders understanding.

Today I became grateful for it. I even found myself enjoying it, even when it was my turn to critique the work of someone whose ability to express ideas verbally I admire, and quite frankly, envy.

Thing was, I expected a virtually perfect paper. Someone so thorough, so adept at expression, was likely to have an excellent thesis and lay out each point with aplomb far exceeding my meagre skills.

What I read and reviewed today was good, potentially excellent, but not perfect at all. I had been seeing writing a paper as the achievement of a finite goal, an achievable completeness with every line in place, every thought entirely and indisputably argued.

What I came to understand today is that literary analysis is not an act with discrete a discrete pre-defined perfectionistic end, but a process that occurs along a continuum, a scale that begins with your first work and curves upward as you improve, never reaching absolute perfection, but gradually nearing the infinity of that state of total completion.

Short version: There can always be improvements. There will always be something that is not quite definable, or that is not quite understandable by someone. Just because it's not 100% doesn't mean it's bad.

The second part to this: I'm not the only one who fears critique. The person I critiqued did, as I had been told by someone else earlier in the week, and it was evident through body language that, although mastering the fear, it was still present within.

Translation: this was someone just like me.

Everyone else was just like me. There is no reason to fear.

So, the purpose of peer review isn't to judge. It is to assist. That was said, of course, many times in my general vicinity, but it takes the hundredth tap of hammer on chisel for a sculptor to chip away a splinter of marble in addition to the previous ninety-nine.

Today I saw, and understood.

Another realization struck me almost immediately thereafter. I assume, based on the language the course is given in, that I will write the paper in that language. German literature equals paper in German. It never occurs to me to ask to write in English if German is the language of the class. It never even occurred to me to give a presentation in English about an article that was written in English. I expect to do things in German.

I found out today that this particular professor expects no such thing. Two people in class (at least) wrote theirs in English, their native language. Considering this, I thought I probably made things harder on myself by choosing German, or rather, by automatically excluding English.

After a few minutes thought, I realized I would have chosen German anyway - not because I feel the need to impress, or so I won't be bored, but because that is what I am here for. That is what I want to improve. If I don't practice, I won't improve. I'm "hard" on myself because I want to grow.

So if I decide to see each writing project, each presentation as an opportunity to improve, to grow, to learn how to better express myself in this foreign language, I will not dread the experience - I will enjoy it.

I will love graduate school as much as I had hoped to when I started it. The journey will have been, and will continue to be, worthwhile.

I truly can do this thing. It is within my grasp, a handful at a time.
jocelyncee: (hyper)
After a year in Germany and spending much of that year going to a Korean church with [livejournal.com profile] walterka I got completely hooked on Korean food. The ladies in that church made lunch for everyone (a small congregation, but still) every week. Worship together, eat together. Whoever was hosting our small group for Bible study each week had something to eat there too, usually quite a substantial dinner -- always a boon for poor college students.

So last Tuesday, my dear sweet husband called me, and spake thusly:

"Hey, I heard there's a new Korean restaurant here... Wanna go?"

And I thought thusly:

'Sweet goodness, he really REALLY loves me.'

I had been jonesing for some good Korean food for the better part of eighteen months. We had gone to a place in OP that was... okay. But no kim bab. At all. Not having my favorite thing means I won't bother to drive 30 minutes to go there. We went once, and never went back.

Now, this place opens up three blocks FROM MY HOUSE. No kidding.

So we went. And they had kim bab. And that was my dinner.

And I was in heaven.

It's a clean but slightly shabby place, that apparently used to be the best Italian restaurant in this town, 20 years ago. Then it was a place called "Campus Hideaway" or some such. Then it was an anarchist bookstore.

Now, it's my favorite place in the world.

The dishes look like a lower/middle-class grandmas: in good condition, but obviously not new and obviously not expensive, and the patterns don't all match. There are the obligatory red checkered tablecloths, and the cooks and wait staff all wear cute little old-fashioned aprons over whatever else. It has its charming oddities, and some rather basically presented niceties (cold water is on the drinks table in an old perculator coffee pot, and, incidentally, does not taste like coffee in the least).

It is also extremely affordable. I can get my favorite food in the world for under $5, and they bring you complimentary kimchi, as much as you can eat.

(Note: My husband and I got a cereal-bowl with about a 1/4 cup of kimchi in it with our meals. When I polished that off in about 60 seconds, alone, the nice young lady brought out a refilled bowl, this time with about 4 times as much kimchi in it.)

We're going there again tonight. I have committed myself to going at least one a week. This is a restaurant I want to succeed, for a long, long time.

Oh, and for you locals? It's the Campus Hideaway Roll Cafe.
jocelyncee: (girl genius)
Yes, here we are again. The Beast, Devourer of Time, Destroyer of Deadlines and He that is Grad School is eating my life again, so I'm not here.

Won't be for a long while now.

It's paper-writing season until early Dec., then studying for the M.A. Exam (Jan. 22).

See you after that, more than likely.
jocelyncee: (creative)
It's a new chocolate. My inner chocolate-snob is appeased again, by this little gem:


DAGOBA chocolate

And, no, it's not just because its name is remarkably similar to a far-distant swamp planet. It is just about as close to a local chocolate as you can get; all the beans come from the same farm, and it's Fair Trade Certified, so the guilt level doesn't go up (anymore than just eating chocolate will bring it up. It is rich. It has a distinctive flavor, slightly sweet, very smooth.

If you can find it in a retail store, go get one. The Merc has them, and at about $2 a pop they're reasonable, if you are in the market for something far better than Hershey's. If your tastes in chocolate run towards regular candy bars, you might not want this. Or you might be pleasantly surprised (and have American chocolate ruined for you forever).
jocelyncee: (smart)
Maybe not as blythely and clicheed as all that, perhaps, but I am at least becoming aware of the web's roots in print format. With a husband working at a newspaper that has had a web presence for several years, if not a decade or more, I have been witness (and sometimes impetus) to the changes taking place now in their format. What I have noticed is a typical human frailty: the dependence on the existing, the traditional, the known. Online news still wears the vestments of its older, more established hardcopy cousin. This is a trait that is changing, but online journalism is experience the difficult adolescence, in which it is no longer congratulated simply for being online.

In my work with Nightgig I've also noticed that web comics are also somewhat bound to their more traditional print forbears, with many (if not most) webcomickers designing in strip or full-page format, whether or not their comics were drawn or sketched first by hand or no. The function is dictated to some extent by form, which is largely dictated by either the standard column format or the proportions of a piece of Bristol Board.

Even in my own area of web design it is excruciatingly difficult at times to get past the idea that good paper layouts will work on the web. Advances have of course been made; menus are no longer exclusively bulleted or numbered lists, and navigation doesn't have to be right below the header or in a sidebar. Links to supporting sites don't have to be directly to the right of the header, or right under it. (In fact, the most recent Good Design (TM) that I have seen lately is on the affiliate sites under Koalla Wallop, a webcomics host and community. Their link logo can be found in an unobtrusive (top left-hand) corner of each site, no words, just the face of a koala in a splatter of color, which denotes support from the site but neither overpowers nor intrudes upon each site's design.

What has struck me as the most odd is that so many web sites (mine included) follow what appear to be newspaper guidelines: the most important items are to be found above the fold, above the bottom of the browser window. We are, in essence, imagining a sheet of paper and saying: what is the most important stuff on my site? This stuff should be up at the top. Our web site is this imaginary publication that our readers will hopefully be reading.

But what is the actual medium that our viewers will be seeing? A computer monitor (or perhaps WebTV) that uses landscape orientation, not portrait. Why then do we (myself included) insist upon designing content to be displayed as though each browser window would be turned on its side? Sure, the content at the top of a page can be the most visible, but that assumes also that this content is not dwarfed by something else on the page. Surely information presented in the center of a page (much like the main story in a newspaper) also attracts the necessary attention, if formatted correctly and with enough noticeable features (a catchy headline in large typeface perhaps, or a prominent photograph) that it will overshadow what's at the top?

Only minutes ago Tim and I finished interviewing David Simon of Crimson Dark, who told us that making a web comic per se wasn't specifically his objective: telling his story was first and foremost, and upon examining the media available to him, he decided that web comics were the way to go. Form followed function in this case.

I do not have any kind of solution for this minor conundrum, blanket or otherwise. For the next few projects I am going to try and figure out if there is some way to design for function in the space we have, namely the only visible portion of the browser window. Maybe even the news industry could get wind of this, and begin to approach online news with a similar attitude to David, forgetting for a moment that they've been used to paper, and treat the web as a blank canvas, on which their masterpiece can be built.

As to my own endeavors, more will be revealed, and I will unveil anything I discover here, as well as in my Nightgig blog.

Thanks for the listen.

Hooray!

Oct. 24th, 2006 09:32 am
jocelyncee: (hyper)
[livejournal.com profile] divalea has now proven that I am the other Nightgiggers arene't the only ones who think [livejournal.com profile] bluecanarykit's artwork is noteworthy.

Kit is one of four winners of the NAN Women Webcomikers Grant!

I am just full to bursting here, and so very, very proud.
jocelyncee: (introspective)
I've been contemplating a diet for some time now, and I won't bore anyone with yo-yoing/ballooning weight stories. We (almost) all have them, and anyway, they get told a lot.

So one thing a friend of mine (also dieting) sent me was this:

http://www.caloriesperhour.com/

And I spent the better part of an hour keying in how many calories I burned, and felt quite optimistic. Then I started adding in my meals from the same time period. It scared me to death.

I don't eat that much. Really, for someone my height and weight, I don't. My husband is amazed by how little I eat.

Apparently, it's *what* I eat.

The last 24 hours (which I was counting) was a bit unusual... I ate out twice, had fried foods at both meals, but I thought that I'd eaten pretty modestly, sharing an appetizer and eating a side salad last night, getting chicken nuggets (which I knew were bad) and cole slaw for lunch.

The hidden fat was unbelievable. 65% of my calories were from fat. Now, I'm still getting a 1000 kcal deficit here (think: keep this up for a week and lose two pounds in that time), but seriously. I drank water. I had a salad with very little dressing. But the appetizer (fried, 60% of what came) accounted for (get this) one-half of my total caloric intake. And it was horribly horribly fatty.

So, it's like this. Eat more real (i.e., not processed) food. Eat out *sparingly*. Look look look at what's really in the food, not what you perceive to be there. They hide junk everywhere. You really can't be too careful.
jocelyncee: (smart)
See, I actually *do* post!

Ambitions are high lately, with finishing my M.A. (soon!), working on various Nightgig sites and related projects. (I'm not on the Gigcast proper this time, but I'm doing the show notes. Behind-the-scenes Girl strikes again.) I've also been tutoring (to fill out those 30 hours a week I'm allowed to work at KU), which I'm finding quite fulfilling. So far I have two tutees, and I think I have a third in my box in the tutoring office.

This morning's projects will be finishing the show notes for Gigcast #57 and working on Nick's site [a redesign of Dribble for Kids] if I get the time before I have to go up to school at 11.

Went to see Devil Music Ensemble [performing music to 1920's Jekyll & Hyde] on Sunday night. If you get the chance to see them, I'd do it: the tix are inexpensive ($8.50 here) and the experience is worth it.

As Agatha indicates, I'm feeling like getting tangible things done. :)
jocelyncee: (hyper)
No, not mine. Not my fans. This time, I'm a fan.

Of Ben Folds. Big time.

I've been to two concerts (of the rock variety) in my LIFE. One in 1997 (Celine Dion, who, I'm happy to say, is great with an audience) and Ben Folds' last apppearance in the KC area, at City Market, with my sister, Jim, two friends of his, and about 3000 other people (including [livejournal.com profile] mipuravida). It was fantastic, and contained my favorite concert moment ever. Ben Folds + backup band were travelling without a horn section, so... he directed the audience to SING the brass part in ARMY. Best. EVAH.

So now he's playing again, this time at KU's own Lied Center. November 6. 8:00 p.m.

Those of you with calendars (in your head or otherwise) know that's a Monday night. Those of you who know me personally know what a morning person I am, i.e. what a night owl I'm *not*.

This late-night (for me) performace on a school night hasn't phased me for a second. I was concerned that my lovely husband wouldn't be able to go with me, since a workday follows for him.

See, Jimmy? I really am a fan. I hope I get to sit/stand close enough to see his hands again. I could watch him play for days.

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