The Stars and the Cookie Jar

rymenhild gave me a wonderful opportunity to get my geek on in her latest entry; I refuted, or tried to refute... uh, wait, sorry, I just got this flash of gutter Latin... I mean to say, I tried to challenge some things set forth in an NYT article. So, go over there. Throw tomatoes at me.

I did this at three in the morning. Then I fell asleep, with my headphones on and the end credit theme from Girl With A Pearl Earring on loop. Alexandre Desplat did some great work for that movie, but the movie was not what I ended up thinking of. See, the rant had been somewhat connected to basic human indulgences in Vilna; I sort of had this dream about Raissa and Violeta, perfectly soundtracked by this lovely piece of music, and now I'm totally blushing as I think it over, because obviously, I am eight years old.

Well, you know, women. Women are always lovely. Music that happens to fit just helps the imagery.

(hides under something)