So I was walking through campus about an hour ago when the Campanile started its noon music, an intricate piece you wouldn't think to hear played on giant bells in the sky, and I was thinking again about how I wish I kept an audio recorder on hand to capture moments like this. If for no other reason than to see how much of the moment could be captured and conveyed in sound alone (or sound with a log entry). At that moment my friend Ammy calls my cell and says "Campanile?" when she hears. She's been gone from Berkeley for five years, but memories stick.

Not two minutes later I was walking through Sproul Plaza, listening to Earth Day devotees and dot-com hawkers, when I heard a distinctive beat coming from Lower Sproul. It was a small band brought in by Superb called Shrinking Violet (NOT to be confused with Shrinking Violets). Anyhow, walking into Lower Sproul, it sounded like I was walking into the Bronze (I am not ashamed to make Buffy references). Very cool music, and even with three guitars, you can still hear the words. They're in the Bay Area for the rest of the week, so look 'em up, or see them when they're back home in Thousand Oaks (Los Angeles).

On an unrelated note, I saw my CS project partner there and we were discussing Japanese culture, and how they love to import all things that represent the 50s in the U.S. I used to be scared of the time when they would move on and start idealizing the 60s, but now I realize it's happened. Now I'm appropriately scared of what the 70s may bring to the land of the rising sun...

Seeing Cirque du Soleil tonight. I'll check in tomorrow.