The Dalai Lama's Penpals

Dreamed... The Dalai Lama had given me 3 letters to deliver and I’d lost them. Envelopes were this bright marigold color. One of the missives was addressed to a woman I know slightly, a Buddhist monk, and when I told her I’d lost it, she looked very grave. “It’s never good when the Dalai Lama writes to you, “ she said.

All this took place against a strange backdrop where interpersonal relationships were like this 3-dimensional grid built out of fluorescent pink and green straws. There was a man I was emotionally bound to who was very mean to me, and I had to hide both the fact of the letters and the fact that I had lost them. I was searching for them frantically, growing more and more despondent, wondering what complicated cover up lies I could compose to get me off the hook...

Then I woke up!

I’m panicking – I’ve been at this packing thing for ten days straight and there is still such a huge amount to do. And I’m tired of doing it.

BeaTea Faerie brought me Knowing yesterday. Cam catch from a Moscow multiplex. Despite the presence of the ever loathsome N. Cage, I liked it a great deal. Alec Proyas is the only director alive who’s managed to capture the rhythms of dream on camera.

White People Got No Reason To Live (with apologies to Randy Newman)

Meanwhile in a move not exactly calculated to boost Rio tourism, the President of Brazil has denounced white people as the source of the world's woes.

Am I white? I'm Italian and a Jew so I've always wondered.

White enough, I suppose.

But wait! da Silva clarifies: white people with blue eyes.

Whew! That's a relief. No contact lenses for me come the Revolution. No reeducation camp either!