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I have been speaking in staccato. I am way behind on my storytelling. The benefit of blogging -- aside from, admittedly, the sprinkling of attention it sometimes provides -- is that it becomes an informal running log of all the little details I see and love looking back on. New restaurants, live performances, for sure. But more importantly, that je ne sais quois that define the Moments of your day, which you later access as a feeling or a smell or a sight that made you deliciously happy.

Cindy asked, what's been inspiring all the good moods (see infra)? Hard work, dumb luck, things carefully planned, things totally incidental, all of the above. Not to be master of the obvious or nufin', but simply not relying on one thing to make you happy allows everything else to pick up the task. I am teaching myself to stop subscribing to the philosophy that everything should be content, all the time. That one or two things suck helps balance out the fact that other things are usually spectacular. Yes, and it helps that the last few weeks have been filled with a lot of activities that I really love.

I started an advanced Italian class this weekend at the Italian Culture Institute on Hilgard. This made a lot more sense than continuing French, given my schedule and what's already filling up my little head. (I do intend to continue French, if only to make my dad stop asking about it.) Watching my Torinese instructor speak was a marvel in itself. He had a languidness characteristic of the Piemontesi; none of the wild, gesticulating theatrics you might find in Romans and some Toscani. His facial expressions were priceless. I spoke more Italian that day than I have in a year, and thankfully this time I was not telling a waiter where I learned Italian and thanks, I'll have the linguine.

Somebody moved the apples in my office. There are five in the bowl, but when I came in this morning someone staggered four of the apples across the built-in shelf. Actually, it looks great. Good artistic eye, Co-worker.

posted by Lucy Sloan @ 12:54 PM