I dreamt last night that I was walking along the shore of a Spanish beach, though I've never been to Spain before. I was aware that I was in the realms of my subconcious instead of reality, which seemed to make the moment matter more. A little while later, I spread a blanket over the sand, a blanket big enough for two. It felt like I was waiting for someone so I glanced behind me and to my sides to see if this person might appear. When no one showed up, I layed down and closed my eyes, feeling the warm sun and a cool breeze over my face. What am I waiting for?, I wondered. When I opened my eyes, all the paintings that I'd received or ever bought for others were spread out around me, as though it were perfectly normal that they jump off the walls to take a walk and sun themselves somewhere in Spain. I woke up with my brow furrowed and a smile on my lips.

I am going to see the Québécois film, C.R.A.Z.Y. on Friday night at the Bytown Cinema, and you are quite welcome to join me. It is supposed to be a lovely film, and hopefully I'll be able to report the same here soon. I love cinema. I like different kinds of art in so many different ways.

I am wearing my geeky pink glasses today. While I'll be shopping around for new ones soon, I do like these. I like the fact that I look nerdy and bookish and a little bit weird, because I guess in some ways I am. But speaking of stuff like glasses and clothes, the fall season is upon us and I've decided to buy a snazzy new mod-ish peacoat this week - a modern twist on the classic. Isn't it funny how clothes can make me happy - although much more superficially, of course - in a way that paintings can make me feel happy? I think perhaps the world would be an empty shell if its importance lay mostly in aesthetics, but really we can't deny the visual stimulation and pleasure that these outer layers can provide. I actually read an article by Russell Smith in the style section of Saturday's edition of the Globe and Mail which argues this thought as well. It was fluffy, tongue-in-cheek commentary, but the message was the same nonetheless, and it reflected thoughts I've often had on the matter. But are we truly right, or are we just rationalizing? I would be tempted to sit on my usual fence and argue for both sides, but I just remembered: this is my blog, and in that case, I am right! Welcome to the big fish in a small bowl site...