A rather low-key weekend.

Andy has had the first of three all-weekend-long sessions of one of his summer classes. This one is “Fundamentals of Internet and Web Design” and it’s taught by one of the “rising stars” of the library world. And by rising star they mean he’s only 41-years old.

Andy has quite a crush on the instuctor. He’s been joking about it with one of his friends, Veronica, who is also taking the class. I picture them tittering to each other in the hallway, exchanging giggly whispers. Apparently he made some small talk with Andy yesterday, and Andy turned bright red.

The cool weather has been gorgeous. It was a bit off-putting watching SNL last night … it was a Christmas episode from last season, and watching it I had a weird, fleeting feeling that summer was nearly over already and it was time for sweaters again.

I’m reading “Super Flat Times” by Matthew Derby, which is Super Strange. But engaging. Very odd, dystopian stories loosely connected. It’s one of the few books I can remember where the prose itself really IS dazzling enough that the fact that I don’t quite understand what’s going on all the time is almost irrelevant. Usually that kind of show-offy, convoluted postering language annoys the hell out of me. It’s why I did not finish reading “Gravity’s Rainbow,” and also why I’m quite iffy about David Foster Wallace (to Andy’s occasionally-intense scorn).

I’ve been listening to a ton of music all weekend. Lots of different stuff, just kind of randomly going through the CDs and picking out things I haven’t heard for awhile. One of the nice things about having the apartment to myself is being able to play something really loud. And repeating it if I want to. “Idle Moments” by Grant Green, some Salsoul Orchestra tracks, Ellington, more of the Talking Heads boxed set, some of “Nixon in China,” Supreme Beings of Leisure, etc.

Andy should be back from class in ninety minutes or so and I’m going to attempt some broiled chicken with carmelized onions. Upon his arrival I’ll surprise him with a meticulously crafted Bombay sapphire martini with two blue-cheese-stuffed olives.