new shampoo

Sunday nights are filled with resolutions.

Monday, our french class meets at a pub next to the Bowery Poetry Club (our usual location ever since the strike), but first we check to see if Crime Scene is suitable as a classroom setting. I discover another Cafe Angelique on Bleecker on the east side and am ecstatic for a moment. I get an F on my french test today, along with most of the class. We all find it tres funny and I claim I will frame mine - 'My first F in college!' it will say. But the teacher acknowledges the ridiculousness of the test and we all laugh and sip our coffees and move on.

I browsed stationary and fountain pens today. Send me your addresses and expect a letter, this is the beginning of the snail mail revolution.

Tomorrow, I plan the rest of my college career in the hours between my Einstein class and Russian Lit. I predict confusion.

Past, Present, Future, Elsewhere.

I fancy the Petit Prince 2006 calendar and it is very likely that it will replace the Degas one that hangs a few feet away at the moment.