I just finished watching Being John Malkovich, which leaves me wondering (naturally)... is the blogger's autobiographical tribute to self in some ways a small version of John Malkovich's leap into his own psyche, Ego bombarded with ego? Thomas Thomas Thomas. Yikes. And, it also makes me wonder about how the real John Malkovich came to terms with playing himself as himself and as different characters playing himself. Quelle mise en abyme (if you don't know what this phrase means, please ask Prof. Glacet and he'd be more than glad to explain this several times and no doubt, the importance of trains).

On another note, I am anticipating an interesting rendez-vous (meeting, not date) tomorrow. On a whim I decided to look through one of the French equivalents of Craig's List (no, not for a date) for a lamp. While my apartment is imbibed with sunlight during the day, the little skylights on my roof fade into utter darkness at night and my ability to see what I'm reading is reduced to the electric wattage of one single bulb, covered by a swirly half moon of frosted, greenish glass. So you can imagine why I would be interested in getting a lamp.

And oh what a lamp it will be! It's base is the quintessential French clown, known throughout the lands as "Pierrot;" he's always sad and wearing the same ole body swallowing ones-y in white. This one looks like he's playing the lute with his eyes closed, what talent! It's shade is fringe-lined and seems dusty, even from the picture. I'm excited about taking this lamp out of the hands of its owner, but I'm also thrilled by the thought of who those hands are attached to- someone I nothing about, androgenously named "danie" (according to the website), aiming to get rid of this ridiculous lamp, and willing to meet me at outside the cathedral tomorrow at midday for an exchange of goods.