linguistics summer institute at stanford this summer. today is wednesday, day off from the classes. i am at the library of my dorm "roble hall". carpet is burgundy, lights are florescent, there are three of us here, with headphones. between the songs i hear the keyboard typing. we watched walt wolfram movies tonight "the last one" and "american tongues". linguistics combined with documentary film. brilliant. cara and i had sushi in palo alto. we talked about her past, boys. dagny and john were argueing in salt lake, i heard about it over the phone. my stomack hurt, from worry or bad food. probably worry. florescent lights are calling me back.
