|Go for the eyes, Boo, go for the eyes!|
The next three weeks will be spent in durance ecstatic at the medical center in Rochester, New York, working in a primate neurophysiology lab with Ben Hayden and his lab which has generously agreed to host me during my stay. Which is a good thing, because if they didn't host me, I would likely spend all of my time gorging myself on ribs at Dinosaur Bar-B-Que in a vain attempt to forget all of my sorrows. Like my daddy always said: You won't find the answer at the bottom of a basket of ribs. Unless, of course, the question is about the basket.
In any case, I look forward to working with them, bouncing around some ideas, working with the monkeys, attending Eastman School oratorios, noshing at Dinosaur Bar-B-Que, hosting an FMRI workshop, hitting the famous Rochester roads every morning and taking a swipe at that elusive 100-mile week, finishing Absalom, Absalom!, listening to Bill Evans CDs, and avoiding the herpes B virus. Pray for me.
In case any of you reading this will be in the Bloomington area, I recommend checking out the Weiss-Kaplan-Newman trio at 8pm this Tuesday (July 16th). They will be playing, among other works, Shostakovich's horrifying piano trio no. 2 in e minor - a piece which never fails to set my vile blood on fire.