Aries Moon

I nearly fell asleep at the keyboard tonight. It is just always going to be a bad idea to show videos in class to night students. I know for a fact we had a video in History a couple of weeks ago but I'll be damned if I know what it was about; I really did sleep through it. Tonight we watched some famous pianists playing so we could observe how they held their fingers. My eyes would not stay open. The only one who grabbed my attention was Glenn Gould. He was playing Bach as though it were a piece by Liszt. It was astonishing, a Romantic interpretation of a Baroque masterpiece. I loved it.

I bagged out at the break, though. I had four hours of sleep last night, having stayed up to put the finishing touchs on my paper and then getting sucked into watching Strictly Ballroom. I certainly recognized the Luhrmann freneticism and cartoonish exaggeration; it took me about five minutes to figure out what movie it must be. Oh, god, Paul Mercurio, though. What hips, what eyes, what moves. Ricky Martin only wishes he had that liquid a hip roll. What a pity they didn't cast a better female actor/dancer. She was sort of a poor man's Toni Collette. I couldn't quite bring myself to believe they fell in love. Still, great movie.

During a commercial break I was frightened by the sight of Mariette Hartley who seemed spookily unable to move her lips or face. She was extolling the virtues of some reading program, but all I could think about was what had happened to her. I finally realized: she's had Botox injections. She looked a lot less wrinkly, but she couldn't smile naturally if her life depended on it. How sad! She was such a fine actress, and so warm! Now she looks like a robot. Botox is evil stuff.

No movies tonight. I must sleep if my pets will let me, catch up on the debilitating deficit incurred in the name of finalizing my paper. Muchas gracias to everyone who helped me with comments on MLA style and bibliographies. It looks just the way it ought to.



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