last night was awfully enjoyable for only four bucks in entertainment. kscr had another of their lovely (free) concerts last night on campus, and i went to see jonah’s onelinedrawing open for remy zero. apparently this remy zero band has a radio single or two and so it was a very well-attended and densely packed show, by far the most crowded radio event of the year. i thought jonah was great as i usually do, and the first guy mellowdrone was alright as well. i gave remy zero a chance but wasn’t interested enough to stay — they were okay i guess. then i came home and read, then went to see ocean’s 11 at midnight. still cool upon second viewing, several months later. i just like clever heist movies.

this morning i finished a farewell to arms, which i have to say wasn’t as great as i expected. not bad though. some passages really struck me in their touching simplicity, somehow, and i can’t really explain it. for example:

“outside along the street were the refuse cans from the houses waiting for the collector. a dog was nosing at one of the cans.

‘what do you want?’ i asked and looked in the can to see if there was anything i could pull out for him; there was nothing on top but coffee-grounds, dust and some dead flowers.

‘there isn’t anything, dog,’ i said. the dog crossed the street. i went up the stairs in the hospital….”

this little snippet toward the end has little to do with anything, and isn’t especially well-written, descriptive or anything else special; but it totally caught my attention for some reason. there are a few pages like that throughout the book that make me appreciate it but in total i wouldn’t be so quick to recommend it to anyone.

and now i move on to (much) bigger and (hopefully) better things . . .