pain, pleasure, and pre-occupation

just recently i began living in an apartment. it seems that there is an unending supply of interesting sounds inundating my space. for the last few days it has been someone playing the violin for roughly 10 hours a day (they are playing right now as a matter of fact). right now, aside from the aforementioned violinist (which is sometimes a string quartet, i think), there is a perpetual string of bass beats coming from my upstairs-next door neighbor. i know you all feel my pain... well, annoyance anyways.

amidst the music i'm trying to read about plural quantification. i won't elaborate, otherwise my reading audience---which is presently at 1, maybe 2---will drop to zero. let me just say: you need to focus when you read stuff on plural quantification, it isn't easy... lots of symbols and stuff.

i'm t.a.-ing a course this term. apparently, this is what i am supposed to know; sigh.

books are important. with that said, let me provide the link to my favorite book site: fetch book.

the random-string-of-ideas-for-today has run out. check back soon for more non-well-founded thoughts!!!