Monday, March 22 - Tuesday, March 23I dreamed that I got back my second English paper (which I am getting back later today) and I got an A+ for it because the professor liked how I wrote a four-part SATB arrangement instead. In reality, I predict I will actually get a B- on it, for its superficiality and for being too short. (Edit: I actually got an A- on the paper, WTF?)I also dreamed that Andy Tien, Dennis Mou, and I were walking along some windy seashore, and Andy was telling me how this was exactly the weather he had all summer in San Francisco. It looks sunny and warm outside, but when you step outside, it's freezing due to the wind, and you have to go back inside to grab a jacket. While strolling along the boardwalk, I also remember trying to recall the words to Under the Sea from The Little Mermaid and contemplating jumping into the ocean the first time they say "Under the sea" in the song. I ultimately decided not to jump in, though, because I thought if the wind was this cold, the water must be even colder, and the cold shock would not be very good for my body. This is why I think I dreamt about these things. I have been dreading getting my paper back because I know I did poorly on it. I've been practicing the Easter Anthem quite a bit, so SATB vocal arrangements are on my mind. A couple days ago, my roommate Jack Li was telling me about this Japanese comedic anime he just started watching recently about how a member of the yakuza becomes engaged with a mermaid after she saves him. The mermaids have a policy that they must kill any human they see unless the person marries a mermaid, so after saving the yakuza member from drowning, since the mermaid did not wish to kill him, she decided to marry him instead. Apparently, after the other members of the yakuza find out about the engagement, they now want to kill all the mermaids. And finally, last night, I had dinner with Sherwin Yu, who interned at Rapleaf in San Francisco last summer and who actually did complain to me about the cold summer weather in San Francisco. I guess there is some truth to the line "The coldest winter I ever spent was a summer in San Francisco.", incorrectly attributed to Mark Twain. Post Comment |