Je ne comprends pas.
French... I love it. I'm self teaching, and (thinking of a random pseudonym)... The Artist is helping me.
Speaking of the Artist and the Professor and the Director: I take it's typical blog etiquette to not mention names, so i'm coming up with boring pseudonyms that don't really catch each person but generalize them so broadly that they could be just anyone.
But the Artist (pronounce the i like a double-ee and you can get it to sound French and thus, more personal).... is not just an Ar-teest and not just "anyone"; he's a Linguiologist (and SI that's a neologism, coined by moi), a Patronizer of Clean Laundry and trying his very best to get fat so he can hibernate for the winter so I can pour melted sticks of unsalted butter down his double-chin.
In reality, he's 6'4" and furthest from fat. He's pretty handsome, ax-ually.
Now the Artist and I have been gallavanting around together for a week (the typical rounds: bars, open mic, the couch, tennis courts etc.) and if you were sharp you picked up on the subtle suggestions in my blog. As I told him last night "I'm not sure how much longer i'm going to be able to talk around you". So here you are, introducing (drumroll please): The Arteest.
The simplest of it is that we are spending a good deal of our free time together, and so when I try and leave him out I miss significant portions of my days that I would otherwise like to record.
I'll leave it at that we are both in Times of Transition, that only Dios knows what happens come July/August-- we really haven't even gotten past discussing whether or not we are committed (it's been kind of the Elephant in the living room, which, now that I've brought it up, i've moved the Elephant obnoxiously into the bedroom, or at least to the dinner table where in either place he's sure to be a nuisance unless addressed). It's one of those things that is easy to talk circles around, especially only a week in.
But to the base of it, it's good, i'm happy, he's happy, so far as I know he isn't going to drop off the face of the planet in two months but God doesn't it always get that way? I guess once it doesn't.
I'm going to leave it at that, and do my best not to be a girl discuss my "Feelings" on The State of the Union. Just so it's known: the Arteest isn't some sidewalk gallerist selling spraypainted sunsets that I pass on my way walking home from school.
Other stuff: The Professor loved my paper. Left a comment on the back saying it may be the best paper in the class and he even read it out loud to the class (the two paragraphs I posted here). I got a good laugh over the Lorena Bobbitt kitchen knife (a nervous laugh, from a male, of course).
I went to an Open Mic last night with the Artist (i'll drop the double-ee and you can just use your phonetic imagination) at a Coffee Shop and I enjoyed heartily. It was a shame the better talent came toward the end of the night when a lot of people were gone. We stayed the whole time, and walked back to my place where some guitar was played in inspirational afterthought.
Also, recently i've been introduced to BitTorrent. If you are interested you can look it up, because i'm not even sure i'm going to explain it. But this means I can download entire albums of music. I just downloaded The Life Aquatic and The Constant Gardener soundtrack, as well as some old Manu Chau and Paco de Lucia. I'm in music heaven. It's been awhile since i've listened to new stuff. I'm particularly enthralled with Alberto Iglesias's comps for the Constant Gardener. I loved his tracks for Julio Medem's films and have been curious to explore the breadth of his work. I was not disappointed. He captured that movie, and the sounds of Africa (so far as I can suppose them to be) so beautifully. He plays with vocals, which are mixed in but don't overwhelm or shadow the composition. I listened to it falling asleep two nights ago.
Speaking of compositions, i've been trying to make it out to Lenox, Massachusettes for Tanglewood since last year. I think I may have convinced the Artist to go. Last time I heard classical (etc.) composition in concert was in 2003, in a church in Venice. Vivaldi. It was orgiastic.
Life is orgiastic, lately.
