You may say I'm a dreamer
I'm sorry I have been dull lately, or perhaps I am always dull. Maybe I just feel dull, and not because the sky is grey. I have been concentrating, mostly on getting things done. Perhaps there is some kind of comfort to be had from being a little more mechanical, from habits driven passion, or passion driven by habits (sometimes it is hard to tell), ruthlessly knocking off items from my to-do list.
I have no idea how many people braved the rain in Montreal today, but it was more than the 200,000 of last week. People were angry. I saw two signs bearing John Lennon's face, and one bearing Bob Marley's. And someone had "want freedom fries with that?" Non, non à la guerre.
It has been several months since I'd noticed that I have a weakness for French bookstores. My ability to read French has improved markedly, so maybe it is due to the reminder that there is still so much ground to cover every time I walk into a French bookstore that makes my heart flutter. If anything, I have noticed the apparent difference between book cover designs - French book covers tend to look much less flashy — none of that inch-and-a-half tall gold serif lettering — they are generally much less "exciting", hence possessing a sense of reserve and a kind of elegance. Looking at books like these make me feel like writing.
Aaron is a gracious host, and cooks insanely delicious pasta. Someone posed the question, "How would you finish the statement of 'I am ...'?" such as "I am a student", or "I am an architect", or "I am currently a computer geek". Lately, I have started to think that it doesn't really matter - what matters is that I do things. But anyhow, what or who are you?
Posted by sniffles at March 22, 2003 10:33 PM