renaissance revolution

i was supposed to work a dinner shift at the restaurant last night, but apparently there was a scheduling mishap, so handwashing my apron and drying it at the laundromat was in vain. i hate that, disruptions in what i expect of my day. i went home, watched crappy tv, ate eggs and leftover squash, and rented a dvd for $1 called renaissance. it is an animated film noir, with paris cloaked in a murky, smog-ish darkness, something about scientists perfecting an elixir for immortality. i chose to hear the dialogue in french with english subtitles. my french is sore, strange and heavy. i catch snippets of paris in my dreams, slices of what seems now a faraway life.

current books: i was lucky enough to snag purchase's copy of the memory keeper's daughter, so i'm into that, also a book of short stories by raymond carver (i read somewhere over the summer that he was pretty good). the time traveler's wife isn't doing it for me.

the rehearsals for tito's gig are tiring, the music is beautiful at times, but is also often abstruse. i don't know if all the rep will come together in time for the competitions.

what do i want, actually? it changes by the hour.

chagall's memoir is cute, stream-of-consciousness-like. he knew he wanted to create art. i am not as confident in that.

below, chagall's stained glass window at the UN. i saw it when i played the gig there and thought it was tiffany.

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