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Tomorrow, I'm meeting with the new Director of Ed for my Hebrew School for the first time. Next weekend, I'll be going to a cousin's wedding and then after that a family reunion (of my other side). I'm eager to go to the reunion, becuse the last one I think we had was many years ago. Soon I will have a new housemate join us!

Passed the new release candidate on after a week of frustrating testing. Just couldn't seems to get my head straight about what I needed to do. Not unrelated to the fact that I'd just torn up my old plan. =) And on top of that, I got in late on several days, which I had not been meaning to do.
On the positive side, the other tester (at partner company) has been bumped from our project. Yes, I said "positive". This is good because now that I *know* she's not working on the project (rather than just *suspecting* that she's giving us minimal time), I no longer have to be concerned about comprehensibilty of my test plan and can tear it up. It was structurally not worth editing. (I saved only the summary page.)

But that's not what I am here to talk about -- I am here to talk about what happened AFTER work on Friday and was nice.

At quarter of 5 we decided it was ready, and my co-worker says "go home!" I'm so used to getting in late, that it hadn't even crossed my mind that getting in at 9ish means the day *ends* earlier. Cool!
Services don't start until 7, so what was I to do with myself? So, I wrapped up the files, gave myself a chance to clean up my desks (this was happy), and swang out of there before 6. I always feel cheery when I leave work, because I'm going off to a no-homework evening, but this was especially nice :-)

I headed first to E. Ch., to park and drop off my contribution to the potluck, then took a walk down to Central Square. Beautiful. I stared at the houses and churches. I rang the bell of a friend (who wasn't in). I stopped by a sidewalk sale and found an amazingly perfect gauzy shawl/overshirt thing they were calling a poncho. I admired the cuteness of my hair in the dressing-room mirror -- humidity has brought our its curl. I returned along the brick sidewalk, and didn't worry about the time. (Unlike hungry friends, services are OK if you join while they are in progress.)

Friday services at E. Ch. were as musical and warm as I remember, and being away for several weeks made it even sweeter to see the now-familiar faces. There was satisfying shmoozing, enough time to be with several sets of community-members.

That evening was the public Cambridge Dance Party.

doxasticpirate was there, and it sounded like a giant Pinball machine!

Yesterday at work I made the most exciting happy discovery of my week. Maybe longer. Maybe since the 7th day of the Omer. And this may sound dumb but here it was:
The DOS Prompt on Win XP Pro will accept unix-type shell commands!
I am happy enough about that that I don't care if non-geeks don't think it's worth getting excited over. And more to the point, I am happy enough that I don't care if "real geeks" think I should identify it as bash/csh/etc commands. I have ls with all its options, and grep, and man, and more....

(It might not be all Win XP computers, maybe they installed something special on that one. I can find out today!)

not much to say. i'm thinking about little things, like how i ran into the woman who serves the Caesar-salad at Usdan at the vegetable store and met her brother, or how i saw a young man get sprayed by a large sheet of water from a passing car and the remarkable way he hopped and twisted trying to avoid it, or the very good smell from the trees i go by. how sad i get when i try to imagine having only 2 weeks total a year for myself.
none of these make interesting stories to tell to anyone else. i can pretend they are illuminating details, but i'm not.
as it is Friday, it marks the completion of my first week in the new apartment. the first "thing" i did there was trying to prepare for Friday night dinner the day after i had moved in. at least this time I know i will have candles!
work is continuing. not much that i want to say about it right now. i still only have internet in the lab, but it feels fine. it's slow internet, too, and i am OHKAY with that. (so to all yall who thought i was an internet addict... ha, see that!)
the above was a joke.
i might go to see Tesseracte's show tonight, but I think not. welcome back to the US Jill-who-has-been-here-about-a-week-already.

I've started working in the Memory/Vision labs.
It's alright, and sometimes I like it. I wish I knew better what I was supposed to do, or more accurately, how to go about doing it! I want an orientation! Nevertheless, I'm still excited by this.
Tomorrow night, I'll move to the place in Cambridge.
I've bought a T bus-pass, and pledging to use it, even though it will be a 1 hour bus ride to Brandeis. I can also take the 505, I suppose. I have my car, and I might back out of this private pledge, but I'm going to give it a try. Vixy's offered to sell her bike to me, too, and I am considering it. I'm glad I don't live so far away that I have to ship everything all the time.
I am not sure what I am going to do for internet connection in Cambridge. He definitely had internet connection, but it is a dial-up, so I can't use it since he's "taking" it with him. No cable modem bill to take over for 2 months, nope. I'll have to look into finding a dial-up ISP for myself for short-term, or just getting all my stuff done in the lab. Don't know which I'll do yet, but keep that in mind O ye hordes of careful readers, email/IM may no longer be the best way to get my attention.
Nowadays I'm keeping my cell phone turned on, and with me.

EDIT: I have discovered that Volen's magical cell-phone blocking powers are unabated. Don't try to call my cell phone during the day if you need to reach me, because it will NOT go thru.
(Also, it appears that my number will be changing, just now, after I have begun to give it out for real. If I don't call you with the new number and you think I should, email me or something.

I'll be showing up to my first real day at this lab job I have for the summer this Monday. So, I am moving back to eastern Mass tomorrow (Sat.). Sunday is the last day of Hebrew School, just a party. Between then and Thursday, I'll be a houseguest at a friend's, until I can move to an apartment in Cambridge that I'll be subletting. I get to have a tour of it Sunday afternoon. I haven't re-packed enough, so I imagine I'll be coming home next weekend for at least a bit.

Time is passing so fast. I am looking forward to graduating, and I've enjoyed this week. But every single day has seemed to pass in far less that 24 hours. I haven't even composed the posts I'd like to have, or written/called everyone I'd planned. I've slept extra because I'm trying to get over my sore-throat cold extra fast. I'll blame the shortened days on that!

We've signed that lease for our apartment for next year, and met the downstairs neighbors, too. I've gotten myself a research job over the summer for two professors here. I've had a very entertaining Senior Week whenever I wasn't sleeping. I'd like to write about it, but not tonight.

Tomorrow I graduate.

My computer just claimed it as getting no power -- although it was still plugged in! Has the fraying power cord frayed too much? I feel more urgency for getting that replaced. But also I did just drop the boxy part of the cord (again). Is there impact-damage which could keep that from passing power thru? The box's green light was lit up, but the computer's power light was on red. oh no :-(
(The computer went thru with it and shut itself down for lack of power. I had to let it recharge an hour then try turning it on again. This isn't good. I should know why.)

I read over grant funding notifications on the NIH page Jill deVilliers told me about (I think they were the notifications and not appeals) and felt hope crumbling. I truly was foolish to pick a place before a job. =(
And you know what else, I don't want anything to do with SLI (specific language-impairment)! Speech Pathology, neither, but all the grants wee for normal-vs-SLI children it seemed. This may make sense from the N.I.H.. Where do I find companies? I want companies; I will program and work and it will be a job, and none more of this academia crap.
I wonder what Jess and Jason (anth major) are thinking of doing?
Oh, and I found Pustejovsky's grant on that page. ... It runs out this August. I didn't know. Reading that, I stated morosing that maybe this is why James never emailed me back despite his making noises of invitation before. Even so, though -- and it's probably not so -- I know this does NOT man it is a good (or even an ok) reason for me to not re-email him and ask again. Maybe he lost it/mis-deleted and forgot that I'd emailed him the other month. And even if he can't hire me, he can still give me ideas of who else could. That was what I made a point of asking him for in the email I sent. I suspect that he would know something useful about the Boston-area commercial linguistics possibilities at last! Ha! So writing Pustejovsky is good. I must do it. I know.

What I am so afraid of is being judged.

We dove out and visited my uncle & aunt in Niskyuna today. Also their son my cousin, and his wife (whom I think of as my cousin), and also their son's old friend from med school, and also my aunt's sister were there too. Our California second-cousins, who had been there for seder, had already left to New York City, so we didn't see them.
Anyway, I was, unavoidably of course, telling all about my plans for after I graduate. My uncle says to look for an apartment before securing a job is backwards. I suspect that he may be too right on that, but I can't really help it now -- I've still got no job lined up, but I've found an apartment that I don't want to pass by. Then also, there's the question of what sort of job I want. I was talking up the Bilingualism & Second-Language Cognition ideas that I've gotten psyched up about these last few months. I don't really know much about that, but I would like to. "What about your language-and-computers stuff you were talking about last time?" probes my uncle. "That's where you have an advantage. Talking software! Do this learning stuff and all you'll be is ending up as a social worker." Not that being as social-worker is inherently bad, but there are certain bottom line considerations... we both knew what he means.
So, what did happen to my more-computer-science-y job imaginations? I hadn't paid attention to it as I was changing my mind. If I go to grad school, I want to eventually go to grad school to study bilingualism as a cognitive phenomenon. But there's a disconnect between that and the sort of background I have from school and also the sorts of jobs I was thinking of looking at. Trying for research assistant positions in psycholing labs and following the NIH A.A.E. grants is a way to lessen that disconnect. His comment reminded me of an important field of possibility that I was slowly forgetting about. To drive the point home: Re-drafting my resume the day before, I had included even some "stretches" under Other Experience, and totally forgotten to include the section on what Programming Languages I know!
So, now I am second guessing myself for blindspots, which is a good thing, but I'm also feeling a bit down on myself because of needing to.

Also, while I was there, I wandered into their living room looking for a quiet place to get some work in while everyone else was watching the basketball game. It stuck me that that last time I was in my uncle's formal living room was when I was breaking up with Dan Scribner. It was surely quiet in that room, but I couldn't work there.

By the ride back, I was feeling kinda bad. Reflecting on poor choices I've made usually is enough to depress me. I don't feel energized to fix things, only ennervated for futher despair. Of course, I recognize that I may have an overly-perfectionistic definition of "poor" choice, but it's still my definition I can't ignore it!

I'm feeling improved since then, but I thought I'd lay it out here. I've put the computer languages back into my resume (can't believe I forgot those! as penance, I am even admitting to Scheme/Lisp), and making a mental note to look into more Natural Language Processing stuff again.

And now for the witty-ness:
My brother and I crack each other up. Here is the first story:

ME: So you don't think I should tell Ima my funny story about the parking ticket?: "My car was there, and I wasn't, and then there was a ticket -- HA HAHA HAHA HAHA! "
BRO: My favorite part is the part " -- HA HAHA HAHA HAHA!" !!!!!

The second story starts with a friend asking some question wondering if Young Judaea (the Peer-Led Pluralistic Zionist Youth Movement sponsored by Hadassah) might be backing away from its Israel trips.

ME: "I don't think Young Judaea would be able to sleep with itself at night if it didn't send kids to Israel."
BRO: "And we know how much Young Judaea likes to sleep with itself!"

woo! I share these with you in the hopes you can find it even 1/3 as hillarious as we did.

I saw an owl fly by today and land in a tree. This was exciting, since I've never seen a wild owl before and also owls are cool. This was a small (approx turtle-dove sized) owl and it looked brown in the darkness. I tried to take a flash-photo of it, it might come out.

Still have not heard back from our would-be landlords since last week. This is beginning to concern me. The younger guy seemed to be good with out opening offers, but who knows what the older guy is saying...
We might need to start re-looking for places. I really don't want to.

Still no job, but Jill DeVilliers wrote back to me. She hasn't got positions to hire for, but she still invites me to come and talk with her when I am in town. (Somewhat) Yay.
And yesterday one of the parents of a Hebrew School kid (the one who teaches at Brandeis too) said his sister works in Linguistics (2nd lang acc, I think), and he'll give me her email. Coolness. Tomorrow I shall go try to catch Wingfield again. I hear his lab got a big grant just now.

The play that I was having my 2nd graders do took place and went well this Sunday yesterday. I am so glad, because it was stressing me out this past week. Plus, running smoothly and in time, with happy performers, all these things are good in their own rights.

This Friday night, I went to the big Shabbat Dinner because Noam was with me as a pre-frosh. Afterwards we stayed on for the Oneg, which was a speaker about the Holocaust, a survivor. The man was an interesting speaker, and he basically just told us a section of his lifestory. He began just as the Soviets were taking Riga, the capital of Latvia and his hometown, and told up to when American victory reached them. At the end of the story he answered some questions that people asked.

The questions were, in a way, the most interesting part of the talk because nearly every single one hinted at a moral in either the asking or the answering. For example, the last question was asked something along the lines of "since you've seen how vulnerable we Jews can be, you support Israel, right?" -- but he turned his answer into words about de-humanization. The Holocaust survivor warned that the de-humanization of Arabs in the eyes of Israelis is as dangerous as the de-humanization of Jews in the eyes of the Nazis. I was impressed to hear him say that, because I believe that too.
He also commented that of all the countries involved in WWII, it is only Germany that has made any national effort to reconcile and own up to its behavior. The Latvians, and other European nations, all cry that they were forced into any actions by the invading Nazi Germans, painting themselves as helpless occupied volitionless victims -- which he insists is counter-factual. He did not press the point about Germany's behavior, but the suggestion that they have, alone, attempted teshuvah should give pause to knee-jerk anti-germanicy.
He answered the inevitable "What do you believe God was doing then?" question in a realistic-to-me way. There was one more question that may, in its way, have been equally inevitable: the question was "Why did you decide to stay in your village when things were starting to look bad?". This question bugged me, and once I thought highly of his response. He had, as it happened, already explained the reason earlier in his story. But it is very possible that the questioner had come in after that part, so it would be a fine question to ask. Except for one thing: this speaker did not come from some little village in Eastern Europe, he grew up in the capital of a country, quite a genuine city. Even if the questioner had missed the very beginning, how could they have missed the fact that all the action took place in a city, that he survived in a ghetto which obviously entails a larger urban matrix, the repeated references to the work crews walking into the city for their jobs, as well as that the place suffered bombings unlikely for an isolated outpost.

I would have bet my shoe that the question-asker did not bother to stop and think before coming up with their question. Their words gave it away. I see this as a result of the standard Hebrew School unit on Life in the Shtetl. Everybody has it, and we young American Jews are trained to think of all old European Jewry as consisting of "Fiddler on the Roof" Tevyehs. In my Hebrew Schools' curricula (both the one I attended and where I teach), we learn of insular ancestral societies, with no mention of the mixed-Jewish/non-Jewish villages that also existed, let alone of major cities with a significant Jewish populous. Lodz for example -- if I recall correctly -- was half Jews before the war! That's a lot of people who are not all small-time tailors and Torah-scholars. There were seriously elaborate Rabbinical courts of the sundry regional centers. There were Jews who were Reform, even before America! And yet all of this is overshadowed, breezed over, to give a simple image of dark-robed shtetl life, that doesn't even include all of Ashkenazi reality let alone the invisible Sephardi -- or Mizrachi --- histories.
This gets my goat quite a lot.
Why bother to bring a real man, a person who can speak of personal experience and who can lay out for you every point where he feels raw chance saved him as others, even with more passion to live than he, around him were destroyed, why bother inviting him to speak, if people aren't even going to listen!?

The speaker took this question admirably, I thought. He paused a moment, and made sure to calmly point out that he is not from a "village" at all, before going on to re-tell why they decided to risk staying

I went in today to Eitz Chayim to substitute teach (all the Harvard people are on break -- which is most of the teachers there!). Because of teching Whitney's thesis in the evening, I had said I wasn't available, but the sub situation was bad so I went in anyway, agreeing that it would be only for the first 2/3 of the day. I've just gotten back.

The class I got was the 7th grade for Hebrew (reviewing the Haggadah) and Bible (reading Samuel II). These are the kids that I had back in 6th grade! I have missed them, and I'd like to think Sharon made sure to assign me them, because she knows I'd like to see them.

Here's one cute little scene that happened:
Two of the kids were elsewhere for the first period, leaving only 3 students all of whom I had had before. At the snack they return and turn out to be two boys whom I don't know, so I ask them their names. "Matt" one says. and "Nicky" the other. They were pretty casual about it, so I think they expected they fooled me. What you must realize though, is that the attendance sheets mark if a student is in their first year at the school. Three students (2 boys and a girl) had joined the class since I last had these kids and the boy's names should be "Aaron" and "Matthew". I know one of 'em's lying --- he doesn't know that I already know Nicky! So it's all a matter of getting clued in because of that caught lie, listening until one directs some background talk to the other, and calling the one by the name which he didn't use for his friend, and I've got the kid Aaron ("I'm Matt") going "How did you know my name? --Did I tell her??"
Wheeee!

Plus, it was refreshing to have older kids again. When the principal came in to spell me so that I could leave in time to make to the theater on time, I wished I hadn't been to careful to remember that it would be rush hour. I wanted to stay longer... We were just getting into the Bible discussion, which is my favorite subject to lead, and I just can't do that with the little kiddies.
As evidenced by the fact that I have time to fit in a livejournalling, we set aside more than enough extra in-case-of-traffic travel time.
But I've used that up now, off to Spingold!

Tried to explain to Andrew on the phone tonight how truly boring my social/cultural calendar has been. Unfortunately, I was belied by a bevy of activities all coming up this evening. Services at exactly when he first called, then an interview with a regional newspaperman, followed by a night out at the bar with Valerie and her out-of-town friend.
Of course the "newspaperman" was my brother, for a Young Judaea paper, and Valerie ended up standing me up for 2 hours. But we eventually got out, 5 of us, and I enjoyed the evening. I really never do get out enough!

This week has been midterm season at school. I had two (one a paper); and in Spanish the professor is beginning to turn up the pressure for our upcoming term papers. Although there's no deadline per se, I made sure to complete the current code for my indep study project. It would be nice to set it running and let it go over the week's vacation that is beginning now. I am proud of my work so far. In this stage, we are breaking down the average results into a person-by-person analysis. And after that the idea is to consider sequential effects over each person. I am hoping that there will be something interesting to see about the evolution of the "ideal" criterion. The concept of the "ideal" (or 50/50) criterion is a core idea of signal-processing. If people are actually using it, how do they hone in?

I will be at home for some of the week's break, but not all. Both Sundays I will need to be in Boston, so at least this weekend I'll spend here. I expect to head off probably not until Tuesday or so, so that I can take a bit of enjoyment from what The Hub was to offer =)
I'm looking forward to seeing my kids again.
Now so tired.
goodbye

Yesterday, I moved back in. Wanted to call back Andrew, and decided to use cellphone as it was a weekend and my dorm phone was acting obstinate. Probably because it hadn't been plugged in for a month. We'll see how well my 500 weekend minutes cover that sort of long-distance! Andrew says it's going to be wildly expensive, and he's probably right.
Also spoke with my parents, which was good. Their trip sounded even better in description than it had in anticipation. mmmm

Today, got up at 8, went to work. I discovered that my sub last week had been competent and even had left me the notes I'd requested -- for which I am mightily grateful. She actually was there again this week subbing for another class; I chatted with her, and got a good feeling for what had happened.
This week's class went very well, and I was happy. I even managed to get them to like another Hebrew review game. We'd been playing the same game every single week because they loved it so much, which is great and all, but I was starting to get tired of Ultimate BlackBoard TicTacToe...

Staff meeting after class, then I set up our room for the play they'll do Jan 26, drove home and got into bed for my nap by 5:30 after an hour of email-reading and mailbox-cleaning. Here's a moderately funny thing that happened: I was debating calling Mira about dinner Wednesday, but decided I was too tired to invite her yet. Just as I was drifting off, the phone rang, turning out to be Mira inviting me to dinner!
So I got to make happy plans with my friend, then slept until the phone woke me again around 8:30. This time it was my mother, calling for tech support. After that, I got in another hour of half-assed sleep. Sundays make me so tired! I've got plans to go home this weekend.

Things are looking good. I'm feeling decently pleased to go to classes tomorrow.

Also tonight, I finally cleared out the SouthPac card, the 2 Action bus passes (one student, one standard concession rate), the film soc pass, Medibank card, etc from my wallet. I hadn't realized I'd kept them in for so long --- no wonder the thing wasn't closing right! haha
I ate the last "Melting Moments" biscuit/cookie that I'd brought back from Australia. Here's what they taste like: it's a sandwich cookie, with lemon frosting, basically. The cookie parts are like shortbread, but not quite as grainy. The filling is mildly lemony and without the overwhelming sugar flavor that too many frostings have. Giving the last bite a few seconds in the microwave on half power helped a lot.
I would call it a goodbye-to-australiana evening, because I also sorted my Aust coins from the New Zealand ones, and now both kinds are no longer mixed in with my T-tokens where they don't belong.

For so many years I have based a significant part of my self-identity on my life in Jerusalem. Recently, by which I mean over the last month and a half, I've noticed that Australia is starting to fluff out into a somewhat-comparable mythic position in my thoughts. It's a bit unsettling. I am starting to wonder 'what did it all mean?' And what should it all mean to me?

This is reminding me of something I read the other day in a book that was about using guided imagery in education. It said that leading guided imagery sessions without providing a way for the participants to "ground" their experiences is a bad thing. That the participants may even end up feeling angry or frustrated, instead of the positive outcomes desired. The suggestions they gave for 'grounding' were so simple that the warning sounded hoaky. Examples: in pairs or triplets, tell groupmates what you saw. Draw a picture of what you visualized. Or, write it down. That was it. That's a profound pedagogical insight? Well maybe it is... that every activity has its siyuum.
Perhaps getting around to making some scrapbook of my photos would help. Only, I don't know how I want to be framing the stories. I've been putting off doing it until I get my alleged black-page scrapbook, the one that I've been requesting as a birthday present for about a year, but haven't yet managed to find for sale in a store. I'm making an effort this semester to plan in more scheduled personal-time and less unscheduled loafing, so perhaps I will get this done.
When I was getting ready to leave B&G, I passed around a notepad and had most of my friends give me their addresses, but within a week of getting back home, I lost it. The sadder fool I.

To wrap this up on a funnier note:
Following headlines on New York Times's online edition, I found this lovely quote

"Intelligent creative girls want to do larger-scale programs that actually do something. They don't want to look at a logarithm that deals with a math thing and how we're going to apply it."

from "Where the Girls Aren't". The joke of course is that Mr. Schleunes, head of the mathematics department an the all-girls high school -- or more likely, Karen Stabiner, writer for the New York Times -- must have mean "algorithm," but I think it is funny because I am an "intelligent girl" who has indeed been turned off to studying cosci in college and you see I dread logarithms! :-

sent in a lesson plan about half an hour ago for tomorrow's class. i'm not going to be leading it because i am here in northampton and they are there in cambridge and have a much shorter winter vacation. after writing out the whole thing i really wish i was doing it not a sub! i'm having the kids improv skits to build up to a short play based off a story that i read them two weeks ago... it will be really cool, if they can do it at all that is. oooo, and the last time, my sub didn't even leave me a note on the attendance let alone the full report i will be longing for. i have to know how this day pans out -- it's ambitious and it's important for what we'll be doing the next few sessions too.
i would say i am finally getting attached to these kids. have i mentioned they are second grade?

love n new years greetings to yall my readers :-

I am back at home now, looks like I will be here for most of the month. That is ok, I am making some social plans and also I have one class's work to finish up.
I have learned that unfortunately, I cannot use my livejournal updater tool on my computer when the computer is not actively connected to the internet. Since only one computer in our home is connected (my mother's) this may have the effect of reducing my incentive to post. Forewarned is forearmed, as they say :-)

Rumor has it that we'll be setting up a wireless network in the house soon, which excites me. There are enough computers in this household that when I stop to count them up, it sorta surprises me. On the other hand, my mother has been claiming that she'll get the house networked for over a year and a half so far. I am looking into buying me the relevant network card. I looked on ebay and half.com for people selling wireless network cards, and also cd-burners, which was a bit interesting. I've never even signed up or bought on any eBay thing before, you know. In light of the track record of our home-network rumor, though, I am holding off on possibly actually signing up a profile on eBay until I see the network set up.

On Friday, I packed all the stuff I thought I would need, super-speedily defrosted my fridge, and moved out of the dorm. Had a warm Friday night dinner with my family, then drove back into Boston the next night to sleep over with old friends so that I could make it to Hebrew School (in Cambridge) the next morning. I wished I could avoid all the driving back and forth, but I did it.
On the way back from Boston the second time, I took a back road: Route 2. It's a secondary highway, not exactly a secret "back road," but it was a very nice drive. I especially liked the section just before reaching Leominster, when I could see what I presume was a further portion of the road, tracing along the ridge of one mountain among several. The white points of headlights playing along the spine of the ridge struck me as enchanting. There was another town, much further along westward that I also especially enjoyed, but I forgot its name. There were many nicely christmas-decorated houses there. When I reached home at last (rt 2 is slower than the Pike), I found that our driveway and backyard were still quite covered in crunchy old snow.

Rebecca and I spent the other day downtown, shopping and having lunch and doing some errands, hanging out. This afternoon, my brother and a friend of his rented Episode II and played it, so I watched that with them. I'm getting a growing group of friends to see Bowling for Columbine on Friday, but I still don't quite know who I will see The Two Towers with yet.

That's all for now...