Last night, for the first time, i found Angelina Jolie attractive. Her body is fit and thin and she was a surprisingly good match for Johnny Depp in the Movie.
I also recently read an article about a Fox breeding program at a university in Siberia. The research team started in the sixties and has been selecting foxes (zorro en espanñol) based on their affinity to humans. In the beginning, the aggressive animals were shot while the friendlier ones were bred. within seven years, the foxes not only would seek out human contact but showed drastic changes in traits (rasgo en español) like floppy ears, grey and mottled coats, curly tails, larger eyes and shorter noses. As the genetics for domesticity changes they become cuter and more baby like.
Angelina Jolie has: large eyes; small snout; an extremely stout muzzle (wide or fat also applies). she was designed to be cute, all her features, everything. does this mean that she is also highly tame and people friendly? are the genes for cuteness connected to friendliness? i don't know.
The night ended shortly before the movie ended when two glasses of wine put me in a state of foolish nonchalance as i walked the four houses dow from the neighbor's.
Today i woke rather meekly at 7. I had a sense of possibility though i did not know how to pursue it.
Decidedly, i went and played violin in a courtyard where i happened upon an old woman walking her dog. People always take it upon themselves to talk to musicians in courtyards. she was old, but well kept, a fine antique, and was accompanied by a pug that, used to being on a leash in Manhattan, was noticeably pleased to be walking around William Smith and Hobart. I was surprised how long winded she was and foolish. She advised me to knock on the door of the President of the College (former head of the Peace Corp.) and introduce myself. She also suggested i try and work with the local Opera house in an upcoming production of "Into the Woods". The former seemed a little illogical.
"Mr. President? hello, I was sent here by Mary Lee while i was playing violin in a courtyard. would you care to let me in? What is your dogs name? Oh no, i would like the red and could you rub my feet, i was playing barefoot and they are killing me!"
After pancakes we went to Watkins glen where a beautiful gorge (a common pun here is "The Finger Lakes are Gorges"). A deep ravine with a cascade of waterfalls. I was slightly inundated by pancakes, so our decision to go out to eat was not welcome. The restaurant was freezing and, since i could not hold back the urge to immerse myself in a waterfall, i began getting goose-bumbs while waiting for the food.
Now i am finally home, exhausted though enthused from the day. a bit of Yevtushenko and avocado ice cream, i think.
Major realizations:
Filling a watermelon, though seemingly already saturated with water (hence "water"-melon"), can actually be filled with alcohol. I think it shall be attempted tonight. but really, who knew
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