reading:

• Jacqueline Winspear’s series of books about the eponymous character Maisie Dobbs. 1 starts slow, but picks up enough for me to have read 2. 2 was really good. 3 was really good. I am in the middle of 4, and I am sort of ceasing to care; it needs to pick up.
• Jezebel’s budding collection of “crap email from a dude” is so fucking epic. I look forward to the inevitable gentlemen’s response.

moving pictures:

• Paris, je t’aime was [largely] lovely. What the hell was up with the Christopher Doyle segment (the one with Barbet Schroeder, Asian stereotyping and a dance sequence)? My favorite segments were Isabel Coixet’s, Gurinder Chadha’s and Alexander Payne’s.
• Knocked Up was entertaining. I could have used more scenes like the one in which Katherine Heigl watches Carrie, because she went from mostly nauseated to so in love really speedily and nonsensically.
• Pirates 3. Is it safe to open my eyes yet?

sport:

• Ana Ivanovic is rad. She is my new Kim.

tv:

• Steven Moffat, my heart could not love you more. Mr. Moffat and I have been close (I’m sure he had no idea) since Press Gang. He wrote the two best Doctor Who episodes, season 2’s “The Girl in the Fireplace” and the recent “Blink” — which: the hype is real — and I just watched the premiere of Jekyll and holy crap that was good.
• Speaking of Doctor Who. Derek Jacobi! John Simm! John Barrowman not being neutered!
• I have now seen the first two episodes of Friday Night Lights. I’m on board.
• And I watched the first episode of Freaks and Geeks. I know. I don’t remember why I didn’t watch it years ago, something came up. Whatever, I like it now.

moving:

• I move on July 29th. I should pack.