In my meeting this morning, the interpreter conveyed greetings from an artist I had done a program for last summer. Apparently they met up while she was in China. She said, "Oh yes! He very much remembers you - he said you're the one who looks like Venus in all the Renaissance paintings."

Ah yes, I'd forgotten about that one. Hell of a good compliment reminder with which to start my morning, though :).

As seen on the back of my ballet instructor's t-shirt, when she served as a stagehand for a production of Romeo and Juliet:

"If she would hurry up and stab herself, we could all go to the movies."

[S]Oy vey

Do you ever have one of those days, where you've been running errands and then baking stuff for hours, and it's really late at night, and you've got everything put away and the dishwasher running, and you're in pajamas and all ready for bed, and decide that you'd like a glass of water, so you go into the dark kitchen without your glasses, and open up the fridge, and low and behold a jar of potsticker dipping sauce shoots out and explodes all over the floor? And the stuff in the jar is not quite liquid, so it won't absorb into towels, but not quite gooey enough to stay in one place for you to grab up? So you then go through like 20 paper towels and still end up with bits of sauce in every nook and cranny of the kitchen?

No? Hmm. Guess that's just me, then.

I even woke up smelling faintly of soy sauce and garlic, despite having thoroughly washed my hands (and feet...and ankles...).

Some random thoughts

I like online personality quizzes as much (okay, more) as the next person, but I've noticed two on facebook that I absolutely refuse to do: the "Which Jane Austen character are you?" and "Which Green Gables character are you?" I don't think I would ever truly recover if they told me I wasn't Elizabeth Bennet or Anne Shirley. I mean, I could probably engineer them to get the right answers since I've read both those books like 20 times each, but it's not really worth the risk, you know?

Gina watches Iron Chef America a lot. One thing that gets me every time is the beginning "Allez cuisine!" What the hell is he trying to say, exactly? Because "Go cook!" should be "Allez cuisiner!" and "Go the to the kitchens!" would be "Allez aux cuisines!" At least I think so. I have actually spent time looking for answers to this on the internet. If anyone has any help, I'd appreciate it. In other news, I'm still a giant dork, be it in English or French.

Anne and I signed up to take an Intro to Modern Technique class in July. Awesome blogging to come, promise. I'm excited at getting to throw myself around a la Martha Graham.

June 6, 2008, 10:15 pm, side yard

When was the last time YOU did a cartwheel?