November 19, 2004
performance review
in the restroom in the music building, an asian phd comp student with an english accent started talking to me and asked me whether or not i was a graduate student. he told me he was impressed.
that made my day.
almost.
i was sitting in broward dining, trying to figure out if i like London Panini or not when a tall, long brown-haired guy with size 4 plugs in his ears came up to me:
him: aren’t you nick?
me: what? (not quite sure he was talking to me, with panini in my mouth)
him: aren’t you nick?
me: yeah, that’s me (puzzled how he would know my name)
him: i was at the concert the other night
me: ooh! yeah, hi.
him: i wanted to tell you, by far, your piece was the best one.
me: oh really?
him: yeah, by far.
that really makes me feel good.