Jim Jarmusch

“Nobody knows it but you’ve got a secret smile and you use it only for me.” — FOUND SOMEWHERE.

Just watched again two excellent small segments of a movie that’s otherwise not all that great, Coffee and Cigarettes, the segments being Cousins and Cousins?. Here's the Cousins? segment.

Would it be shaggy if I'd give you my phone number now...? — Yeess.

Ha ha. Wish I could write something that brilliant.

Watched an amazing play last night, Sahara Crossing, at the Montreal Fringe Festival. Written and performed by Paul Van Dyck. What a trip.

Received this in an e-mail today: “There’s nothing you’ve ever done, Caroline, that I haven’t significantly done for you. Not buttoning up your shirt, not brushing your teeth, not finishing your sentences. Not your first job, not your last job, not the friends you’ve made in between. Not the money you’ve earned, not the money you’ve spent, not the home you now live in. Your part was the simple part. You thought of what you wanted done and you willed yourself to move, which was all I needed to orchestrate more miracles than Bill Gates has dollars: flexing your muscles, spinning your sentences, infusing you with inspiration, and weaving circumstances and players together so that you could come alive in the vision you held onto and moved with.” I feel like crying, except that I don’t have the energy.

Can’t think of anything else to feel grateful for right now. I have to return 6 LATE DVDs.