Tom & Alissa

Tom, who isn’t feeling well, got home relatively early last night - before me - and had to be back at work at 3am this morning, and he had gone to bed early, so when I came home I just turned on a tiny strand of twinkly Christmas lights, put some of the barbecue chicken from the Crock-Pot in a bowl and ripped off a piece of a baguette, and watched Masculin feminin on my laptop, which I thoroughly enjoyed (plus, I was like, “Hey! That’s the kid from 400 Blows!” and felt all smart and savvy). Am obviously a huge sucker for the French New Wave. Thank God that I live in New York, where you can still regularly see Truffaut and Godard on the big screen.

Also, the chicken was yummy, if a tiny bit overcooked. It was dark meat, though, so it worked out fine.

Tonight I am heading to a screening of Gus Van Sant’s Paranoid Park. My Van Sant watchage is relatively low, but I’ll remedy that before writing the review.

My last grad school recommendation came in this morning, after a lot of finagling and biting of nails. One huge load off my shoulders. Also, after reading the HR guide, it appears that the tuition for my first semester of class may not be counted as taxable income, which would make me very happy. (Tuition is entirely tax-free if the class relates to your job, but in my case, that’s unlikely.)

Was excited to unexpectedly see a mention of our friend Danai’s 2005 play in this New York magazine article this morning. I usually read New York while I’m doing other things in the morning. And enjoyed this short piece on Ellen Page, star of the upcoming Juno, which I am dying to see. She sounds like the kind of actress I can admire.