I finally visited the Fogg Museum today. But first, a bit of irony. Gracie and I actually sneaked into Adams House’s dining hall to eat… the pathetic result of being at Harvard with no classes. While eating lunch some Johnny mentioned loudly that he was headed off to a museum, and at that moment Gracie and I looked up from our fatty chicken and bland fish to share an epiphany. We had both wanted to visit the poor, closing Fogg, but never got around to it. Alas, only in the idleness of pressure-free Harvard, we headed to the museum.

Only after having taken a Medieval History class did the Medieval art on the first floor of the museum look painfully boring. The second floor offered more excitement:

http://picasaweb.google.com/KevinHChow/FoggMuseum

Following Minji’s advice, I checked out the gift shop and bought a book about… photography. And so I added a shopping bag to my arsenal of tourist gear: a big camera (and taking pictures every other second), a man purse, and cargo shorts. But the real souvenir from the Fogg was the photography-permission badge that politely reminds me mode de flash debraye. I managed to forget to return the badge to the front desk, leaving me with the last laugh. Take that HUAM!

We sang a show at the Hampshire House today, which is right next to the original Cheers bar! How exciting. It was a retirement dinner for Nancy, who is apparently nearing 80. We were all kind of worried she would break a hip if she were to sit down on Walter’s knee during “Name,” so she just remained standing… rather awkwardly.

Afterwards, Will and I met up with Wally and Dan for a “BTC punch event” at Dan’s house — beer and Battle Royale, the most ridiculous movie on earth. Apparently, in order to control the population in Japan, random middle school classes are dumped on a deserted island and forced to fight each other to the death until one is left standing…

And so now, I’m alone in my ugly Leverett room, eating a wonderful Z Square salad, and writing this post… I’m so ronery and so herpressry arone….

On Sunday, the Kroks recorded several tracks for an upcoming CD at Busch Hall. The recording took five fun-filled hours of singing the same songs over and over again. Loch Lomond never sounded so good, especially after the 142nd time it was sung.

Anyhow, here’s what we recorded:
1. Smoke Gets In Your Eyes (Soloist – Arlo Hill)
2. Many Rivers to Cross (Soloist – Stephen Travierso)
3. Loch Lomond (Soloist – Medum Choe)
4. Turtle Dove (Soloist – Cole Dutcher)
5. Summertime (Soloist – Christopher Lo)
6. Mama, Look Sharp (Soloist – Medum Choe)

We’ll also be including our concert recordings of My Romance and Mr. Bassman arranged and soloed by Cole and Walter, respectively, on the CD.

That day marked the last day Medum and Arlo sang as active Kroks. Oh, such sadness.

And so I have converted to this Harvard Law School blog after having seen Shan’s. Dedicated to Shan, of course. The fact that “harvard” is in the url makes this blog so much more legit… and pretentious.

Since Shan and Gracie started their blogs with a list, I’ll do the same:

LOLcats phrases that I’ve started to use in real life since coming to college…
1. o hai
2. i can haz [something]?
3. [something], i [verb] it (see title)
4. brbz (often preceded with “going to Narnia”)
5. roflmao zedong
6. banker kitteh/beatrice does not approve [something]
7. ma’am, i are the supervisor
8. teh day, i saves it
9. paranoia, it has me
10. kthxbye

Harvard with no work is bizarre. kthxbye.

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