I enjoy my job ushering at the music school. I can go in and watch or sit here for three hours doing my homework. Usually I sit here half-listening to the music, half-looking for a thesis. I always have trouble staying awake. In general. In Econ, The Sydney Opera House, movies. That's why I was impressed with the Yale Rep last weekend (see Servant of Two Masters- hilarious!). My mind isn't sure what it should be doing when I listen to music. It usually becomes a scene of dancing lovers running through ethereal meadows and seasides that look like polaroid pictures. My friends who appreciate music properly tell me they don't think about anything when they listen. This is why I'm meditating. To quiet my mind. It's pretty chaotic. I love watching all the old couples that come to every show. The husband always has the ticket stubs but he's usually slower, probably a bit older than his wife on second thought. She walks up first and tells me that her husband has her ticket, smiling. It's so cute. Somehow I don't think quite as many baby boomers stayed together.

The group of Yalies interning in Shanghai this summer met for dinner. My "我爱中国男人“ T-shirt proposal was met with support from males and females. Though one guy had to think for a minute before deciding it would be okay because we'd be wearing them together as a group. We talked about Chinese food. Weekend trips. Salsa dancing.

I think the only things that change from day to day are how long I run and who else I find out is gay. I've been running a lot. Running away?