Brainstorming. And not just when paper or a keyboard is in front of me, which is inconvenient. For the first time – is it the first? I don’t remember – I’m regretting the effect of all that reefer on my memory, because I’ve had at least three ideas that escaped before they could be put into characters. I think they’ve since come back, but one never knows. Anyways, I was walking to my analyst’s last night, and an idea struck me aloud: “Of course! Lululemon makes your ass look gorgeous! That’s really important!” I guess it struck me aloud louder than it should have, because I nearly shocked an oncoming cyclist into some traffic. Don’t know what’s so shocking about it. Everybody knows Lululemon makes your ass look gorgeous, and that gorgeous asses are important. Doesn't mean I would ever buy that overpriced gouge-on--rack shit.
No news fit for print today, and not much to rant about either. It burns me up that Ella Fitzgerald CDs are so cheap. Except it doesn’t. Not at all. Sigh . . . More pretty French words for you, some I knew already but still so pretty . . . mondaine, finement, flopée de paquerette, fourmillements, bousiller (that one’s for you too, Lady); and some more terms: elle est bien roulée, tenaillé par le faim, se répandre en lamentations bruyantes. So pretty. Speaking of pretty, I’m on a heavy Beethoven kick at the moment. I think it’s darling that the EU is using the final movement of the 9th as an anthem. So German of them. If there’s anything better about the European Union than the often-theoretical notion of free circulation of the citizenry, it’s their anthem.