Pro-cras-ti-na-tion n+1

I've put all my f*lm school applications into one folder called "F*lm School Schlock". It feels very appropriate.

Here is a picture of a little piggy I made for Mom's kitchen. I told her to bake him in the oven for a few minutes to "set", effectively ending his protean existence as a piece of lovingly shaped Sculpy, and launching him into relative permanence of form. In fact, he'll probably last longer than any of us, biodegradably speaking. (Is Sculpy environmentally friendly?) I am not sure whether the trial by fire has come to pass. Or whether he has been scorched in the process, like the plastic pork he would be without animation by affection. I am quite fond of him and have named him "Pigsy", after Monkey's love-hate dharma brother.

Oh, and Professor F. is a godsend, as is MW. I am so humbled by their generosity in such difficult personal times. I've picked out nice thank you gifts for everyone, however. Hope they like what I would like them to have: The Up documentary set (excluding 49 Up cos that's newish), "After Life" ("Wanderufuru raifu" in Nihongo), and "Happy Together" (best Wong Kar-wai film, in my opinion) for the noble convalescent and a pair of simply contoured porcelain birds on whose white-celadonish bodies one can rest chopsticks (these are perhaps more beautiful on their own, in dialogue).

OK, back to dictionaries and tea.