Rut lifted.

Rut Lifted:

Now back to thinking about the things I prefer to think about, like: who's funnier, Buster Keaton or Charlie Chaplin? and, how many delicious combinations of turkey, mashed potatoes, stuffing, and cranberry sauce

 can I create on Thursday?

Last night was a most lovely night. Had dinner @ Vanessa and Alberts place (with home made fettucini, and home made everything else...  Vanessa is a woman among women, cook among cooks). Then we watched one of the most far reaching, aesthetically pleasing films I've ever seen: Shadows of our Forgotten Ancestors  , 

completing our Ukrainian Heritage Night ( a two parter, starting last week). 

Tonight Erin and I saw Diary of a Lost Girl, with Louis Brooks. A pretty abstract experience: silent film, accompanied by live piano, with German onscreen intertitles that were su

btitled in English! This time last year I  was in California, and I had a Louis Brooks haircut. I was pretty impressed with it, hence the dramatic photo... unfortunately it never looked that good again.

Funny thing happened tonight-- I was walking to class, listening to a special song, thinking of someone, and I actually walked in to that someone. How often does THAT happen? Cosmic.

Speaking of cosmic, I'm going to go dancing. Rut lifted, clarity achieved... I'm gonna do the twist to some old  motown records.