Cristina Moreno

I believe that “life” should always be used as an excuse for things. Did you get to work late? What happened? Life. Did you crash your car? What happened? Life. Did you start a blog entry and fail to complete it? What happened? Life!

Sexuality is another way to categorize people (and ourselves), and that’s okay, to a point. I can’t deny that it isn’t something I wonder about whenever a new person comes into my life. I don’t spend hours contemplating, Is he? or Isn’t he? but I’m almost certain that at some point, even if it’s only for a few seconds, I think about it.

When your dad is a cop, you learn a few things. You learn how to read people. You learn how to assess your environment, keeping an eye out for the closest exit. You learn how to tell a good lie (short, plausible, don’t drop too many details at once or else you just look guilty). You learn that sometimes, the lines between “good” and “bad” are blurred. You learn that cops hate doughnut jokes.

I’ve been a fan of Louis Garrel‘s ever since he appeared in The Dreamers. I’ve tried to keep up with his work, but my local theaters don’t usually feature French films. Damn them. I have been waiting to see Les Chansons D’Amour for a few years and just recently found the entire thing on youtube! God bless the Internet.

There’s this dude. His name is Andrew Bird and he has more talent in his pinky finger than most of us will ever have in our entire lives. It took me far too long to notice his music. I started off slow (and very late), but last week I really started to listen.