My greatest ambition in life is to become immortal, and then die.

Well, it seems like only snow and being sick slows me enough to post these days. It's 75 and sunny, so you know what that means. Haven't had much good to post lately, and it seems like a lot of people (meaning 3 of the 5) that usually look my way have been out of comission, too. Still been watching a lot of Godard films. I've tried making it thru Weekend (1967) about nine times now, but haven't seen the end once. Bridget Bardot is really hot in Contempt, and that's a good one, anyway. One word of advise: if you're into cars, you won't be into Godard--if anyone dies in his movies, there's a car involved: no two ways about it. Nothing else doing. Just dying, in the Sylvia Plath Tibettan philosophy sort of way. Nothing. Existed.