I feel like I go into every weekend with all these grand plans of what I’m going to accomplish since I have two whole days off of work, and then I come out of every weekend wondering where the time went and why I still have nothing done. This weekend I meant to read (The God of Small Things), write (journal/blog entries), attempt to learn the guitar, answer letters, and call people. Didn’t get any of those done. I did, however, go out salsa/merengue dancing with Teresa Friday night, put together a pretty decent pirate costume from thrift stores Saturday afternoon, see The Haunting and Don’t Look Now with the Science Fiction society and Lorraine on Saturday night, and get out to the grocery and the USF pool today. I guess that’s an improvement on accomplishing absolutely nothing all last week.
I had really intended to get up for 10:30 Mass this morning and then go swim at USF, just to drag myself out of this lazy streak, but I woke up at 10:20 and saw that my alarm had gone off and I’d buried it under my pillow in my sleep—so Mass was out, given public transportation (and the godforsaken 33 bus). I figured I’d just skip it, but Teresa looked up Mass times this evening and we decided to try for the 9:00 at USF. What with the dread public transportation, we got there around 9:30. They had the night Mass in the chapel instead of St. Ignatius (the big cathedral-like church). It was small and very modern, with plastic chairs set up around an altar in the center of the room, and the musicians and choir against one of the walls—even so, it brought me right back to Canisius Masses. Being back on a college campus felt to me like coming home. Teresa and I hesitated in the back until a girl noticed us and waved us over to some empty seats in front of her. When they took up the collection, they announced that this week’s recipient would be an organization called the Jesuit Volunteer Corps, and I wondered amusedly if we should just take the money when the basket came around. After Mass we thought it would be nice to go introduce ourselves to the priest. His name was Dennis, and he offered us a ride home—he talked to us about the city (where he grew up), the JVC, and where we’re from. All in all it was a pretty cool experience, and everyone was really friendly. I think I’d like to go back.
In other news, Keane came out with a new album last week (Perfect Symmetry), and I’d like to note that the songs “Perfect Symmetry” and “Love is the End” are pretty freakin’ sweet. I wasn’t such a fan of the more 80s-sounding tracks, but who knows, maybe they’ll grow on me. (You can listen to the whole album here.) Snow Patrol is also coming out with a new album on Tuesday (A Hundred Million Suns), so this should be a good month for music.
(If nothing else, PLEASE listen to this song. It is amazing.)
(I don’t think this is an official video, but it’s the best one I could find.)