Friday, February 13
so here's what didn't get done this week: making valentines (in time) to send off in the mails to my farther-flung amours; constructing a newly-concocted confection tentatively entitled santorum of venus; any of the reading for film class (not sure how much they would have helped anyway); any substantial amount of practicing of my new p+f (durn it!); buy my tickets to london (but i did find a good fare. so, better do it soon.)
and probably plenty else. but i did: attend four lectures (well, 3.5, because i had to leave early from the ben west talk for radio, but that's okay); see a number of crazy-ass films; write two so-so paperish things; make a small handful of excellent vals (more to come); have a lovely time out last night with excellent friends of all eras, with sfa at the tla (best part was seriously the extended idm/house interlude with just cian after, or rather as it turned out in the middle of, "man don't give a fuck") and then tom jones.
so there's the week in brackets: a to-do list at the beginning, a done list at the end.
new to do (as in, right this instant): off to the city to celebrate the demi-anniversaire de ma francophile preferée. we're watching les rêveurs and eating at that ungrammatical crêperie. now, where's my beret?
et je voudrais
que tu te rappelles
notre amour est éternel
et pas artificiel