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Ever notice how, nine times out of ten, whenever someone says, “Oh, I’ll fax that right over,” said fax never shows up?

Goodgravy. Today is slower than molasses in January. Can’t decide, when I get home from work, if I should have a nap or get a haircut. Both have merits. It’s so darn gray and drab out there. What my mom would call “good sleeping weather.” My brain is so not-awake right now. I feel incapable of stringing words together coherently.

An amazing blog … he’s going to watch every single DVD in the Criterion Collection and then write about them. Whoa.

I just wrote and sold my first freelance article. I’m getting paid! The first step on the road to … somewhere …

So, who’s going to Looptopia? May 11th: 5:00 pm till dawn.

As you can tell from the journal of 

andystardust

, basically we watched movies all weekend. Though yesterday we also went for a long walk through Lincoln Park. Because of the nice weather the Lincoln Park Zoo was, in fact, a zoo. 

I got a very nice email from Joe in London about that trip we made to South London Pacific. He wrote, “Peggy is still very excited about the new cocktail horizons you opened up for her.” If I’ve opened someone’s eyes to the beauty of the Mai Tai, then I’ve really accomplished something.

Suddenly I’m not as happy.

Andrew Hill has died. I’ve only started listening to his work recently, but his last album “Time Lines” is magnificent.  Knotty, moving, incredibly free and in complete control all at the same time.

Oh! My! God!

If… is coming out in June, as a double-disc Criterion edition!

I think I’m suddenly so happy that I’m going to scream!

Gorgeous day today. I think it would be tough to be in a bad mood. I’m making dinner for Andy tonight. Then a movie maybe. Ikiru? Feel good movie of the year I tell ya.

At a campaign stop on Wednesday, Sen. John McCain was asked what to do about Iran. His response? He sang “bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb Iran” to the tune of the Beach Boys’ “Barbara Ann.”

Seriously.