I was recently reminded of The Saddest Trumpeter (TST), and thought, why not have a little Throwback Thursday?
The Saddest Trumpeter started making appearances near the end of my tenure on Monroe Street. While we mere mortals basked in the sun, TST reminded us of the tragedies of modern life. Is TST a brilliant but bitter musician with a perverse sense of humor? Mourning a lost love or rejected dissertation? Trying to recreate the saxophone sequence from Sesame Street and somehow managing to make it worse? Whatever the story, TST made me laugh, and I hope you will also enjoy this overdue Eugene Update.
Note: the video is horrible, but you get the idea.
This is one of the most amazing collections of Hippie Dances I have ever seen. And it’s not even in Eugene! I now have so much fodder for the next time I’m feeling uncomfortable on the dancefloor.
The girl in the blue shirt is blowing my mind. She combines some of my favorite things about hippie dances: the unbridled, ridiculous joy, the confounding flailing (measuring imaginary fabric?), but she threw some sort of 1960s washing machine showcase modeling. The person who filmed this is my new hero. They have brought so much good to my life tonight!
“Free creepy backrubs, get your creepy backrubs! Get ’em while they’re hot, get ’em while they’re weird! Creepy backrubs!” Shouted the undergrad as he ambled past the EMU yesterday.
The undergrads are in the EMU amphitheatre blasting some video that sounds like it’s narrated by Mr. Boris Pickett. It’s freakin’ intense.
In other news, it’s 10pm & I’m still in my office. Boooo grad school!
The largest yellow jacket I have ever seen is trying to get into my office right now. Isn’t it supposed to be asleep? Is it possible I have a *rabid* gigantic yellow jacket on my hands? Can yellow jackets become “killer?” He definitely wants to eat my face.
Time to go home?
Halfway back to lab from a yummy greasy feast at Sweet Basil, we noticed a man running down the sidewalk with his arms out, tipping this way and that way, airplane style. When he neared us, he emitted some nonsense, then, as passing, said, “It’s okay to smile!” We smiled, and behind us we heard, “Which way’m I flying?” as he drifted off into the sunset.
I realized today, climatology can literally blind you, with science!**
Also I’m reinstalling R. Maybe I’ll finish this thesis afterall. Plot, you jerk! Plooooot!
**So can other sciences, shuddup.