Ailments

Tom Ford and some guy on PBS (it was Charlie Rose) are talking about how film and fashion are similar. Tom Ford wants to make a movie, if he decides to get creative again. He says this because a dress appears and then it's over, but a movie lasts longer and can leave a long-standing impression. Oh Tom Ford.

Sometimes I think I should have went to FIT or something. My pen-bump tells me differently though. She says that she was formed to remind me that I need to do something literary. The combination of both would be a fashion editor at a bougie magazine I suppose, but I don't want to write. I don't want to compose my ideas. I don't think I know enough. I think that I can do, but I don't think I know enough what I am doing--if that makes sense. Woe me.

Silliness.

So I've noticed something funny happening with the palms of my hands. Stigmata? I am not sure. Water or dampness I suppose seems to make my palms inflamed. My palms seem dry when they are wet. They are white and the skin is raised a little. I'll take a picture sometime and post it.

Oh my. Tom Ford thinks J Lo is talented and is a good actress. He thinks Shall We Dance was great. Woe Tom Ford. I mean Whoa Tom Ford.

He's distracting.

My room's a mess. Most of the clothing I had on hangers are down. They seem so cheap and dead. They are not happily on hangers, but sad in a heap of fleece, sweaters, and panties. All clean, mind you, but a heap on my floor.

I've been so lazy lately. I think my room is warmer because of the heap.

I saw Tim today. It was nice seeing and talking to Tim. It was nice hearing of Mario and catching up some. Amanda is well too, and her movie-making is happily progressing.

It was Oktoberfest tonight. I think it was a success and Gina did a good job planning it all. I liked the skit because I didn't know why Oktoberfest existed. Gummy bears! I thought the past-lives psychic was a little strange and morbid. I do not think I would ever want to know who I was in my past life. I don't think I believe I had any.

I finished reading A Moveable Feast. I liked it all except for the end. The end seemed vague and uninviting and rushed.

I read a good thread on mediabistro.com about the death of the book. It's in the bulletin boards area, the first section. I C/P and made an away message out of something I thought was right and important to think about: "If they're not reading, not only are you not hearing about great books (viral marketing) but you're also missing a great pleasure -- talking with someone else who cares and is knowledgable about what you've both read! How quaint is that? Our shared ''culture'' is which skinny blond got picked on ''The Bachelor'' this week -- not what we thought of the characters in a novel we've both read and enjoyed."

I've not worked on my thesis except for composing the prospectus. I've thought of an advisor and doing something about it almost at least once everyday. I don't know why this does not seem important or stressful to me. I think it's because I've learned that in a given amount of time things will get done eventually and then won't matter as much as it did at that moment before it was done EVER AGAIN.

This was long and drawn out and tedious. If you got this far down, please post. It'll be fun!