Clearly I'm procrastinating

I have not blogged in ages... and I guess I'll admit it now, but primarily because I'm less and less comfortable with being so public and personal. Not to mention my addiction to facebook, and that I'm working on AVID far more than being on the internet. Up above, I'm channeling the spirit of Bette Davis through her tiny hand prints in concrete.

That said, I'm definitely procrastinating. Nursing a small hangover from last night's going away party. My college friend is moving to Amsterdam and last night was the college reunion that none of us bothered to go to.

I have an online application due at midnight for the Independent Feature Project and it's now almost 3pm. I've got the bulk of the content, it's basically just trimming it and dividing it. The super hard work of the film sample has been cut in early May and then re-refined Monday and Tuesday. It's just the sad attempts to be articulate that remain. In my sorry state on this beautiful day I've ventured out once for a huge jug of water and then ordered some serious low end Chinois cuisine. In French it sounds better.

Speaking of French, saw my Frenchie boys in SF last week and couldn't choke out a word, but last night I was completely fluent and debating sexual politics with a man named Laurent, who proves that WOW the French are way more fucked up about sex than we are. Ok, maybe not "way more" but we're even in different ways. This is a man who has done his homework, ie. he read the Kobe Bryant rape trial transcripts. So he's no fool, but he does think the "American way" of fooling around, getting naked, but then not having intercourse, is perverse. And he stopped himself before actually saying it, but thinks that for sure a woman owes a man if she's gotten him up to a cetain point. Susie and I did not agree.

He seemed really eager to continue the conversation, but my friend from college wanted to discuss his discomfort in finding out that he works for a right-wing crony of George Bush.

So it wasn't all just late night debauchery, there were some multi-lingual politique sexuelle in the melange. I tell you.