Pecan Chicken with Caramel-Citrus Vinaigrette

I am becoming an awesome cook. Awe-some! I made this delicious chicken thing for V tonight. Two (and a half) reasons I invited him for supper: 1. I like cooking good things for him. It's redeeming the bad cooking I've made him suffer. Also, I'm starting to like eating with people, I like sharing food now. I think I prefer eating with people than without.. which is a big deal for little-old-lonely-eater Adl. 2. I thought of it as a congratulatory supper: he got to part two of three of the Rhodes scholarship screening. I honestly think this is wonderful. I really hope he gets it (If only so he can disappear from my life for a while... giving me a chance to move on.) 2.5: I (fucking) love him, I want to be with him all the time (all the time I don't want to be alone), I want to cook for him, iron his pants before his big interview, talk about the futur, laugh at his funny jokes, make him laugh.. let him guess what's in the vinaigrette, eat mangos and have oreo eating races.



I know being with him is not helping. I decided I was going to tell him I didn't want to see him for a while. Let's just say, my last words were 'good luck'. Also, he mentionned going for a walk this weekend in nature. That sounds amazing right now. Walking in the peace and quiet.. maybe i'll get some New-Brunswick-ess clarity.

This situation is more annoying that anything else. As a wise friend said to me: 'he doesn't want to go all the way, but he doesn't want to let you go.' Adding my mom's words to this: 'You have to let him go.'

Limbo is not a place I like to be.

Montreal, however, is. The more I think of it.. the more I feel like I should stay here for graduate school.. Mcgill seems pretty decent. Vnss is doing so much cool stuff, it's really motivating me to go there. Besides, I'm rethinking archiving vs. librarianship. It's all very confusing. I almost want someone to decide for me. I know I would be a wicked librarian.



Libraries are where I like to be.

This website, among others, was sent to me by the one and only Jcq. Sometimes I feel like he's in my brain when I'm excited.

Going on a field trip tomorrow to the National Archives! Exciting!

The leaves are turning colors, the air is crisp, it feels really good to be here.

Mom says:

Just let it go. Just let it go. Don't be scared. Just let it go.

All The Time I Was Making This I Was Thinking of You

Went out last night with Vnss. It was a very hip evening: an architecture vernissage and a cinephile bar party. The vernissage was strange. Not many people inside, nice looking people outside. Nantucket (see previous posts) invited me (and others) to go, unfortunately, he was not in attendance.

We went to Vinyl for the CSA party. It was ok. I was wearing a black dress, and I felt alright. It was like a tv show for a few seconds. The moment when we went to the terrasse and my co-pilot lovingly said "You're so awkward.. just lean back." Not 1.5 seconds later, a reasonable looking young man says "Hi, how are you?" and a conversation was struck.

It's clear my interpretation of events as they happen is fucked. My automatic assumption is that the guy wants to pick up. At times I felt insulted that he wasn't focusing more attention on one of us. I felt like he had some weird plan in mind and that he was being greedy. But Vnss clarified that he wasn't hitting on us, he just wanted to talk. "Just wanted to talk" -- what an idea.. That idea flew totally over my head. After we went inside, he said 'nice to meet you girls' or something, and just left. No attempts, no nothing. Now that I think about it, that's an awesome thing to do. He wasn't expecting anything, neither was Vnss, neither of them were thinking about it like that.

Expectations. They ruin everything. It's the second time this week this has come up. Vncnt talked about expectations during my confession (ie. let's not have any) and someone seperated by 1 degree mentionned them in a g-chat.. Proposing to have fun now, and not expect anything.

I think there's some truth to this... but I'm having trouble applying it to my current situations. Although.. it should be natural. It even fits with my motto. I've been having real trouble remembering it lately... I don't have the same clarity I did at the end of the summer.

I'm working on it.

I feel like making a gigantic painting,
and sharing.




(Sandy Smith)

Back to the Pool!

Well, I pinned, sighed and cried.. It's time to get a move on. Keeping a certain amount of distance from him is crucial right now, so I'm trying.

I've been less motivated to swim, so I'll kick myself in the butt to go out. Excuses are too easy.

This little lamb bowl by Monique Goossens made me smile.

48 hours later...

still hurts.

The Confession

(Disclaimer: please leave all better judgements or ill feelings at the door when you read this. The effect will only come through if you read it from my point of view: irrationally, pathetically in love against all my better judgements. Also, some of the stuff in parenthesis are my thoughts, or paraphrases of what was said.. I hope it's not confusing).

I'll write this like a screenplay.. I think it'll be easier to cram everything in.

I'm coming back from swimming. It's around 10pm. I made plans with Sm to go have a coffee. He suggested I invite V, but thought it might be better not to. Post-swim, feeling good, having listened to enough The Strokes to feel like I can handle rejection, I decide to walk over to V's house to see if his bike's there (yes means invite, no means forget it). Checking my phone on the way I see he called. I call him back.

A: hey, did you call me?
V: Yeah, it was about (random campaign stuff for a minute or so)
A: where are you?
V: home, why? where are you?
A:... uhh like two minutes from your house (lie: i was practically in front of his house), come outside
V: are you outside my house?
A: come outside, bye.

I sit on the steps, waits about 25 seconds. Door-handle jiggles, V comes out with kitty in hand. He seems like he wants me to go inside, but i stay on the steps.

V: hey, what's up?
A: ohhh.. the kitty! gimme the kitty! (I go on about the kitty for a minute)
V: what brings you here?

I avoid the question.

Seconds later, some guy pulls up on his bike. I'm thinking, 'jesus, he's going out with a friend i've never seen before.. fucking bad timing! jesus! what the hell.. ok just be nice, like you don't care'. They talk about Daniel Lanois, and how the guy's bass is bugging V. I put the pieces together -- the guy lives upstairs. Ok. I get up to get out of his way. The guy goes in. We're outside now standing up. He says something unrelated, I can't remember what (something about the kitty i think). Then:

A: There is a reason I came here.
V: yeah? what? are you ok?

pause. I'm thinking 'do i look him in the eyes when i tell him this? oh jeez.. '

A: yeah everything's ok. (at this point i'm almost whispering) i had something to say but it's... slipping..
V: what about?
A: well.. (i'm looking away)... this.. me liking you... which is...
V: irrational..
A: problematic..
V: yeah, i don't understand that, i've never done anything.. i'm mean
A: i know neither do I. you're not mean..
V: why is it problematic?
A:... because... I don't know.. I don't know what to do with this, I don't know what it means, if it changes things, i don't know.
V: I wish I could help you...
A:...
V: but i can't...
A: I know.. and I've tried to shake it off, but I can't
V: you tried?
A: yeah... remember when you asked me if I was ever mad at you? and i said there was a time I didn't want to see you.. well it was then. I was a little mad, but..
-- then we joked about the sock thing, we laughed --

Things are said, I can't remember exactly.. Things like:

V: I think you're a wonderful person (...) I was just talking about this with my brother today. I say he's weak, (for being so in love with someone whose not exactly on the same 'commitment page), but really, i'm just jealous of him for being able to feel the way he does. (...)
A: clearly you've never been in this position... it sucks.
V: No, I think it's beautiful.. the hurt and everything..
A: again.. you've never been here. it sucks.
V: I wish I could let myself get in those vibes, but right now I can't.. I'm stressed, for the first time in my life.. (stuff about school, the futur, etc)
A: I know that. I knew it's what you would say. I know.

Although I feel my tears in my throat, and i'm pausing a lot before I speak.. I'm laughing too.

V: You're someone I actually could have really liked... maybe I shouldn't say that..
A: maybe you shouldn't...
V: At the beginning of summer, I was getting more relaxed, and (feeling like I could those feelings) but when I went to the conferences..
A: Yeah.. I knew if you went to the conferences it would be over... it wouldn't happen. But I knew you had to go... If it's who you are, it's who you are..
V: It's not who I am.. I was never like this before, and I won't be later..
A: But there's always something..
V: (No.. ) It's just now...

He goes on to say how he can't start something because he doesn't do things half way. I say I know. He says something like : "besides, I don't think you realize.. when i'm in something like that, it's almost depedant-affectif" he laughs. I laugh ( but want to cry.. because that's what I had hoped..)

(...)

A: I guess I'm saying it more for me than you... it's up to me now.
V: what do you mean? are we not going to see each other anymore? I mean.. I like seeing you
A: well.. (shrug my shoulders).. i don't know.. i'm the one who knows what i can tolerate.
V: is being with me that bad?
A: no, it's good.. that's why it's bad... I don't know.. it hurts.

(...)

A: This is Act 2
V: A ktoo?
A: Act 2. Something happens, and then things change. Act 2.
V:.. well.. how many acts are there?
A: (shrug shoulders)..
V: I hope things don't change too much, it's nice how they are.
A: well.. it's not about changing the friendship, but it's difficult when one feels more for the other. Something needs to change.. I guess it's up to me.
V:(It shouldn't only be up to you)

(...)

He said "the first time i heard about you was from Agns. She told me you had this guy, who had been an asshole to you. I said 'let me meet her', Agns said 'i don't think that's a good idea'... But I insisted, every time I saw her I said: 'let me meet her, let me meet her'. She kept saying "no, you're going to be mean to her, or break her heart." I lift my shoulders and my hand gesturing 'well wasn't she right'...

(...)

We talk about Jq a little bit. I say something about how he was my first boyfriend, relationship, etc. but that he's now like a brother. Then he says:

V: well.. maybe I can become a brother.
A: oh no! I have ENOUGH brothers. I don't neeed any more brothers.
V: Oh, it's an acadian thing.. (he jokes)

(...)

I say 'that's it.' He says 'I'm glad you came by'.. We see the kitty, talk about the kitty, he jokes about how now he's going to tease me for liking him (i thought it was funny, because it's true -- there are few ways to deal with this situation but to make it silly.. I was somewhat comforted by this for some reason). He offered me a pear. We ate pears, talked about the next day's plan (for the campaign) and parted ways. The tone was generally light.

It's not light enough yet. I have to see him tomorrow at 8.30am.

I should be in bed before my red, tired eyes give me away tomorrow morning.

Reflections and analysis will come tomorrow. In the meantime I can only be comforted by Elton John... http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=W_u6l7EsQMc&feature=related

fuck.

Little Duckies

I can swim laps with a bathing cap! Altough, I feel the absence of my little duckies with greater intensity.

It's funny how blogs make me feel so good. I know it seems crazy, but I just spent the last little while looking at beautiful things and beautiful people on beautiful blogs (joannagoddard.blogspot.com; citified.blogspot.com) and my spirits have been lifted. How can you help it when you see pictures like this:




I've started a new found fixation on all things early 20th century. I used to be in love with the 50s. I think in my heart I am, but there's such a simplicity to 20s design, it feels like kindred spirits.

I spoke to Vncnt on g-chat. I told him I felt like I was "missing a lot of information" regarding the campaign. I feel like I don't know how to help him. I want him to succeed, and to be proud of my effort, but being in the foreign lands of politics and their weird rules and regulations, throws me into a loop! I've got to focus on me. I can't let myself be erased.

I get so excited about school, about swimming, what my little duckies are doing, if they're happy, about my mom, about her happiness. I need to focus on these things: positive things.

There are nothing but good things ahead. I need to remember that. And in the meantime, go to the museum.

Oh, Heart.

Red flags. Big, bright, red flags. Alarms. Piercing, persistant alarms. These are the things I sometimes see and hear when I think of Vncnt. In this campaign... when ever we talk, it's about the campaign. No 'how are you?', 'how's school?', 'what have you been doing?'... just business. Many, many thank yous... but they're business.

I know the guy's focused. I know he's got ambition, persistance and discipline, but come on! Maybe we disagree on what we consider fun.

I suppose with all the energy I'm putting into this, and all the pressure I'm putting on myself not to disappoint him, I expect something. Perhaps this is my own problem. Doing something for someone, and expecting something out of them...

Maybe I'm just in a bad mood, but I feel like everything revolves around him now. I feel like sometimes he does only things that make him the center... My gut says, "Adèle, you don't like people like that; people like that are toxic"... these are the thoughts that sound alarms...

Maybe I shouldn't have gotten involved in this project. I feel like it's too late to backout. It's not even backing out that I want, it's not having to feel like his living agenda, or secretary or go-to person..

Simultaneously, I feel like in this situation, taking the highroad (which I am a huge fan of) means, sticking to it, going full force, and doing really well. After that, it's all up in the air... Let's just say that right now I don't feel motivated enough to take the high (often harder) road...

There's too many ... in this post. That's never a good sign.

Inside my head: 'just let it go, let it go, let it go. Just let it go.'

Hello Granny!

Today was my first Aquafit day at the Y. Besides the rude girl at the access desk, it was wonderful! I was pretty nervous, I must admit. The gym is not a place I'm familiar with. But I followed the old-er ladies and made my way to the pool. As soon as I got in, I regretted not having gone earlier to practice my freestyle. Since my duckies have gone to bigger and better ponds, I prefer solo swimming (I think). Although I must say, Aquafit is no joke. I got home and Sm joked that he didn’t think he could get used to my post-Aquafit energy. Tomorrow I may attempt the lanes.

I’ve been thinking a lot about friendships these days. Since I’m on the road to ‘letting go’ and being happy, I’ve been thinking about the friendships that don’t necessarily compliment those aspirations. The S-E Club, although created in jest, illuminated some valid points. I wonder about friendships that don’t serve our best interest… I wonder how often we should prune them. I’m pretty sure friends we’re friends with because we’ve been friends a long time aren’t necessarily worth investing in. Usually, one party has stopped investing anyway.

Some are easier to cut loose than others..

I probably shouldn’t think about it too much anyway. It’s just negative energy. Like my mom would say: “just be in the present.” Easier said than done… but I suppose it’s worth a shot.

In other news, I’ve now got two moves to woo the object of my affection. One from Sm includes giving him a weird look as I’m leaving his house, waiting for him to say “what?”, asking for a kiss, then kissing him (!!). The other from Vnss involves an ear, a tongue, and a second, for a subtler take. This way he can choose to ignore my advance, if it’s not to his liking…

Next time. One of these two options will be done. (Hopefully)..

For now, back to class. If only I were born 60 years ago... Then school would be as cool as this:

Photograhps by T.Hayashida

What the Movie?!

This game is really really challenging: http://whatthemovie.com/beta/movies/skip/441

So, no news is good news I guess. I was hit by a fatigue wave today. That's all there is to say.

I went to the aspiring politician's place last night for a movie. You could have put an ocean between us. Me: chair; him: couch (see previous post). He fell asleep too! During I Heart Huckabees! How!? So I left. He told me tonight he read me as 'ticked'.. I suppose I was more ticked at being miles apart than at his falling asleep.

Another day, another dollar.

All I can think of is meat. Big, thick pieces of meat..

An hour and a half later...

Getting pushed.. pushed.. pushed away.

Piou-Piou! (G-guns)

There is little to say, which is strange, for me. I guess now that I feel like I can talk anytime, I don't need to.

School's good. Classes are good. I'm really coming out of this shell I created over the past.. 6 years. I read an exerpt of a play with a cockney accent, today. I made people laugh. It threw me back to elementary school, when I was this bright, charismatic little goof.

I've been told my face is very expressive. This is both a strange thing to say, and an incredibly accurate one.

Besides this, I'm falling.. falling.. falling in love.

Pierrot le Fou - Godard

Let's Get Physical -- (I Mean) -- Political

I think I should title my posts after I wrote them.

I get a phone call last night from my (hopefully) soon-to-be 'douce moitié'. He annouces his entry into the world of politics and asks me to be his campaign agent. My mind says something like: "agree now, ask questions later", so I do. More action goes down on g-chat, and I'm left wondering if this is what our relationship will be like: me doing everything to be a part of his life and him living his life. My next question was: "so who else is on the team?" (silence) "Is it just you and me? Adl and Vncnt again the world?!" and he said (jokingly): "well yeah, you remember the comic!" I giggle and say 'yeah' while imagining us sitting at a big table with papers all around, looking at the other lovingly. Then I proceded to make jokes about being his 'agent' and making piou-piou sounds (ie. gun shots, yo).. It seems I do have some serious responsibilities though..

Why does my mind do this to me?!

I got out of politics a while ago. Honestly, I didn't even know there was any talk of elections until I read it on an Olala blog. And as I was reading it, it didn't even sink in that the author was talking about the current state of affairs in canada. I think the Vncnt's doing something good. I suppose the point is: he's DOING something. That's respectable. Now.. if only he could DO SOMETHING with me.. I cringe a little while I say that. My (slight) feminist side says: "get off your ass and do something yourself! go for what you want! take charge!".. But there's so much risk involved. A little birdy told me nothin's for free, and I should get some action out of this political commitment i'm making. I think my subject (which I changed towards the end of the post) sums up the situation accuratly.

In other news, school is still exciting. I still try to create occasions to talk to people, projecting this very friendly front. I'm not sure how long it will last. I've signed on to the Cinema Students Association to do some finance stuff (hopefully with someone else). They say we can get credit for it, so that's pretty awesome. I'm planning on filling my time with lots of activities that are rewarding. I'm still keeping drama down, and positivity up.

That being said, I'm now officially a YMCA member. I'm planning on taking aquafit classes, starting Sept.15th. This is all very exciting. I know it's lame, but it makes me feel hopeful for the futur. My parents were never members of anything, or participating in society, trying to make themselves or the world a better place. I feel like if I can be a member at the Y, it brings me down to earth. Even though it's a superficial 'grounded' feeling. Maybe it will grow into a deeper grounded feeling.

This weekend some quality Vnss-Cinema time will go down. The new Coen's film is playing, and we're going to see it.

Great poster!

Unreal

This is a-mazing.

Y not?

I've been researching grad schools like crazy today. I spent all my time on UCLA's Motion Picture and Archiving website trying to figure out how possible it would be for me to be accepted and what resources they could offer to lure me away from NYU. Sadly, it wasn't very difficult to bring me to see the light. It seems so much more awesome there. They have so many more resources and the program seems more comprehensive. Although both schools have distinguished professors, UCLA seems to have more specifically film related profs. I suppose it's good that I am doing this now, it'll save me the confusion when it comes time to actually make decisions.

In other news, I sent my number to Nantucket. I debated for a while which approach to take in my reply. This is what I came up with: "I've yet to find good coffee downtown. Ring me if you do and chatting will ensue." I didn't plan for the rhyme, but I kind of like it. I don't get how or why I can be so funny and charming in emails and so lame and awkward in real life! I just don't get it...

Now that the Self-Esteem Club has gone to set up new chapters, my foundation is beginning to crack..

I say this.. but perhaps i only mean to inspire a little bit of drama in my life. Everything is relatively peachy.

I just looked at my reply and found this whole situation incredibly strange. Considering the background on this story. I always forget that interesting people are not out of reach, even though they may seem to be. I've been making friends with people I was interested in from a distance since Mount Allison.. (Joel, Joe, Laura... although I never won over that Dave guy.. but maybe that's for the best). I should remember that, usually, I'm not even that interested in the people I see at first glance. It's the hidden treasures that are worth the wait..

In any case, I've decided to go with the Y. I woke up this morning, talked to my little Ali-gator and she convinced me the Y was a better deal.

I've been in such a good mood all day, being silly with DJ and Sm. What a bunch!

To celebrate my soon-to-be-membership at the Y, here's a series of abandonned pools.



Photo: Gigi Cifali on BLDGBLOG

Survey Says:

It appears those who have spoken think I should, in fact, make my number known to Nantucket. If only to be in control of this situation (to the extent that I can be), I will.

I had supper with a certain someone tonight. Everything feels so effortless and simple at times, then so unbearably complicated at others. On my bike ride to work this morning, it struck me that I was still bummed out he didn't come out the night before to see off Mchl. I had to repeat to myself for several blocks "If you love something, let it go, just let it go.. let it go.. let it go.." The zen state I had attained during the summer is now being challenged. This stupid motto is the only thing keeping me sane... Just let it go. Tonight was very pleasant, but I think that's partly due to the cute kitty...

I'm now working on taking myself lightly and emanating open-ness. I think this will be key to my academic success. It seems obvious that a mind can think more clearly when it's not always clouded by dramatic bullshit. But dramatic bullshit is so tempting.. Narcissism will be the end of me.

I'm in the process of cleaning the shit out of my space. I've got to get rid of excess baggage. Going to school has given me renewed sense of organization and prioritization.I'm also pretty pumped about participating in my classes. I actually spoke (without being called on) on several occasions in my Film Script Analysis class. At first I was somewhat put off by the prof because she seemed to know so many faces (which to me sounds little 'you're invisible' bells in my head) but after we went around the room introducing ourselves, she remembered everyone's names. Even mine! It felt like she really cared about our opinions, and what we had to say. It was a great feeling. I know she remembered everyone, but I'm so often the ONE they forget that it just felt nice to be in the same memory box as everyone else.

My eye has yet to catch any real film friend prospects, but at this point I'm somewhat indifferent about it.

Adrl just dropped by to invite me to a LBCL party which is apparently host to 'all your friends!' Gotta love the dude for trying. My mind thought 'yeah you could go', my body said 'you're pretty tired dudette, you should hit the sack' and my vanity said 'your hair looks like crap, forget it'.. And now I'm here finishing this post.In the meantime, nothin' but pools on the brain.. eco-pools. I'm not sure how I feel about them.




















(TheDailyGreen.com)

As with most other things in life, I prefer the minimalist (read: pretentious) option. My second motto, which compliments my first, elaborates this preference perfectly: Less is More.


Les Bains des Docks (France) designed by Jean Nouvel

Boynecdote 1 (of infinity...)

A while back, Mchl, Vnss, and I went to a vernissage at school. There was a girl who started talking to me randomly. We chatted about the fabric of a certain installation, later her photographer boyfriend popped up next to us and started chatting. I was dumfounfed.


The story on this guy is the following: In Fall 2007, I had a modernism class. More than a few times I would show up early to get my regular spot. When the class that was in there was let out, I saw this beautiful guy. Tall, dark, glasses and particularly nice sneakers. I immediately began showing up early for every class, just to catch a glimpse. One time the prof of the other class was staying behind discussing topics with his students. I went in, sat down, and tried to be subtly eavesdrop. The prof said "That'll be a tough one, Nantucket." I rembered his name and looked him up on facebook. A little bit crazy? A little bit stalker-y? Of course! I mean, we're talking about me, no? I'm really good at finding things... Anyway, his profile was accessible, and I proceeded to look through his pictures, friends, everything and anything that was there. He studied in some cool program and was involved in cool research for Hxgrm. He was also roommates with Tm, the guy who rented Sm and me our first place in Mtl.


Back to the story: I must say, I sort of anticipated this guy's presence at the show, but I did not anticipate his girlfriend being drawn to me, and bringing him into the realm of the real.


He was photographer at this show. A picture of Mchl landed on facebook with the subtitle 'who is he?' I dutifully tagged him, and not long after received a friend request from it's author. I sent a message to him a few days later, saying how I wanted to find his girlfriend and chat her up, etc. He responded to me today.. one month later instructing me on how to find his girl, who is 'no longer (his) romantic partner'... asking me if he'll 'see me around' and saying he'd 'be up for chat+café...'


This is all very curious.. Of course I'm reading into it too deeply. Sm said, 'send him a message with your phone number' but this doesn't appeal to me at all. I'm thinking of saying 'I heard through the grapevine there's a new espresso machine in the VA bldg. I think it merits a test run. I'll be there (day) at (time).' Then something about 'maybe i'll see you, drop by if you can, you should be there too' something to this effect.


This situation is making me somewhat nervous. I don't know if I want to meet this person for however casual an encounter it may or may not be.. It's all somewhat strange. But I know, against all my insecurities I should just go, create a situation, and not think about it too much. I feel like ruling out all other possibilities because of my 'allegiance' to a certain someone... but I know my advisors would not approve.


Let's end on a high note: it looks like chocolate... (picture from Souvlaki for the Soul).

This one's for the team

I'm planning to investigating this 'no-pool' situation at Concordia. Otherwise, a membership at the YMCA on Parc will be on the menu. I'm on the lookout for another low-self-esteemer to join in, so far, I've been unsuccessful.

Mtl. has been sticky these past few days. Perfect outdoor-pool weather, but alas, busy school schedules don't allow it.

I went to Myriam's dance show the other night. Saw some Monctonian faces. My awkardness was palpable, but I didn't care enough to bother making an effort. The theatre was a hot, dark room. When the girls were dancing, I was mezmerized by Myriam's muscles. They were glistening with sweat on her skin, I couldn't help but stare. It made me want to glow like she did. I ran out without saying hello.

First day of school. One word: awesome. I have a specialization seminar with D. Douglas which is essentially preparing for Grad school (ie. heaven).

It feels strange to be taking classes that focus on grad school this early in the game, but it's also exciting. See my enthusiam dwindle as my level of stress increases (about six weeks from now).

In the meantime, I'm negotiating how to let go of my road rage. I wanted to tell a hasty driver to stick it where the sun don't shine this afternoon, but all I could muster was a smile, and a shake of the head.

Attempting to make final plans with Mchl.

Cinema du Parc is playing a restored 35mm print of The 400 Blows. I'm going to hate my lazy self for missing it.