2005-03-25 - 11:42 a.m.
What I'm listening to: Plus Profond: Hooverphonic.
It's going to be a nice day. Sunny, people walking around without functional hats on. I've noticed that the light is beginning to change now-it looks more orange, the transitional spring light before summer light kicks in. The intensity of the reflection off the pavement is more as well. Being a photographer, you tend to notice these things.
I'll be going to see butterflies this afternoon with a few friends. I think it's at the biodome or something, I'm not sure. I'm in auto pilot these days when it comes to social activity, because I really don't have the energy to make plans.
I imposed a deadline on myself yesterday, for a paper that was left over from last semester. It was nice to finally push that one out, but it did have a domino effect which was also nice. I got some visuals done for other papers and presentations, and the touching up in photoshop got done as well. Now to learn powerpoint. I'll do that tonight.
Yesterday was hellish though. By the time I handed in the paper, I was so tired that I was in pain. And seeing as I'm going to Friday Prayers today, I wasn't too keen on relaxing with Mary Jane last night. I took yesterday evening off, sat down with the biggest bag of all-dressed that I could find, coupled with a jug of homemade dill dip, and watched Police Academy. After 20 years, it's still funny, even when you're sober, believe it or not.
Being relaxed and sober feels pretty good. I've almost forgotten what this feels like. Now I'll be looking forward to my sojourn in Paris. That will be a real holiday. My time in Britain will be for the conference, meeting other academics when the conference is done, as well as visiting friends and family, the latter will no doubt be trenched in the usual politics. Oh well.
But Paris...mmmmmm.....I lived in London, I like visiting London, but I love Paris more than life itself. Everything about Paris is *it*-the food, the fashion, the quartier latin, the orsay, wandering, the history of political unrest. One problem though-everybody's anorexic. The women are far too skinny, almost sickly, like they have eating disorders or something like that. But, on the other hand, they do have nice teeth.
Last night I had a dream about the ideal woman. Rather, I interacted with the ideal woman, which is odd because I'm avoiding the dating scene like the plague these days and I have no ideal woman. The first thing that I look for is chemistry. Well, in this dream I remember interacting, and feeling chemistry again. I thought to myself, 'hey, this feels really good, I don't remember the last time we clicked like this, this feels really good', then I woke up, or went on to another series of visuals I can't remember right now.
Somebody told me once that you can control your dreams. I've tried this once, and it does work, but it takes the fun out it. The enjoyment of dreaming is letting yourself go and just letting things happen-things you watch as well as thing you interact with. I think I'm still a film student at heart, but at the same time trying not to be wrapped up in psychoanalysis, which is kinda hard considering that geneologically, a lot of film theory is based on psychoanalysis. Remember: Freud is just another thinker.
Breakfast calls
