Working on learning French and watched Cleo from 5 to 7. Unexpected bonus working in university settings, access to impressive library collections. Jean Luc-Godard has a role and the Michel Legrand score is memorable, but Corinne Marchand’s transformation is the main thing, as amazing as ambience of 1962 in Paris. Pretty sure that old street guy did eat frogs alive. Hope this improves my French by watching without subtitles. I have a long way to go. The pleasure trying to learn a language like learning a new instrument. The fact that billions speak and many speak two or three proves the meaninglessness of those saying they cannot, insinuating it is not possible because of a natural flaw. The thing in B flat has moved into an entirely other space. I was hoping to make my way to the finish line however I have to go where it leads. Can’t tell if it is starting a whole other cycle or an ending, either way, I am along for the ride. Wonder how Bach made baroque pieces. In my measly attempts it is not possible in this style, to write using both hands simultaneously. Always hands separate to begin. Leaves me wondering could it be otherwise for any other person? At the coffee shop she was playing Don’t Make Me Over and I knew it was early 60s maybe late 50s. Usually no one knows what the music is, they always shrug pointing it is a playlist but I have my father’s genes, can’t stop talking to strangers and she knew what it was. It is Dianne Warwick she replied. You mean Dionne I said. No said she with authority it is Dianne Warwick. I said you mean the woman who sung Do You know The Way To San Jose? She puckered her mouth negatively like she felt sorry for me. Realizing you know something that cannot be shared, at least not this moment, another type of language learning.