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[xinjinmeng]

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I have been remiss in the upkeep of this diary.  It has been so long since I have felt compelled to record.

Since the break-ups of my previous klatsches, I have made periodic attempts to force myself from my home and to be sociable. As I still enjoy alpha-status among my home, I have unfettered access to the university.  Liberal thinkers and long swards of grass, limitless possibility about to be tied down to responsibility and roles.  There is a pleasant contact high. 

More than once, I have been adjunct instructor in the humanities. It's rather brief and undemanding work, for students who need mandatory electives and really could not care less about the difference between  género grande and Grand Guignol.  I understand there has been some revival of 20th-century American, however. My students were eager to discuss Sondheim's ouvre, but for the life of me I cannot understand how one can prefer Sweeney Todd to The Frogs.

Young women who speak breathlessly, my students are full of gossip of the popular culture and of each other, in the ways I used to enjoy. I mostly smile and nod a lot, letting them speak. I fear my enjoyment of this company is only temporary, but gracious, they have such joie de vivre that I find it infectious.  Their lilting laughter gives my tail new life.  Is it proper for me to sit among them? We have conversation, they are nice enough.  I cannot shake this feeling they would not be even conversing with me if it wasn't for my authority as someone who holds authority over their grades, their graduation, their future.

Although I normally eschew cinema -- I find the flat visuals and the false too often distract me from proper immersion -- I pleased to discover a Roland Topor revival playing on a local screen: La Planète Sauvage and Marquis.  Heaven above, it was much to recall my salad days, with B___ and his coterie of hangers-on.  I imagined dragging him into the theater, to watch the strange animation and the perverse puppetry. Then I imagined a bit more, which modesty does not permit me to describe here.  After such thoughts, I could not work up the courage to ask anyone, and I simply attended myself.  The images have not lost their power.

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I'm completely ignorant of French cinema. I'd love to watch some of your favorites with you.