three funny searches led to this blog recently: "jewish+blog+jew" ; "sexy mature danish women" ; "journal of the identical lunch". well, that about sums me up, eh?
dammit: tinka is hosting an oscar party while i'm in russia. there's much confusion/discussion about travel here. we only have so-many weekends good for gallavanting; everyone has different priorities and different obstacles. andrea doesn't want to go to anyplace the nazis have been. or, well, i mean, substantially, like germany or austria. i used to be of that opinion. somewhere along the line i developed an itch to see berlin -- becca and i are meeting there before i leave on the study tour.
where else? i'd like to see spain. maybe brussels. where do you put the 'x' in brussels?

i guess i'd better hold off on oscar speculating. as the day approaches i won't be able to restrain myself, most likely. on the 23rd my entry'll be me packing and shrieking, "you bloody morons are going to waste all that honor on A Beautiful Mind, aren't you?" you'll hear something smash in the background, like when i threw that vase at the wall in disgust at the golden globes. and then it turned out rhett butler was on the couch and had witnessed the whole tantrum. how embarrasing.

one of the kieslovsky dekalog films this morning, number 6, left me unaffected. we're watching another, number 8, later on. indonesian food tonite, georgia o'keefe tomorrow.