Dreamed of the Eddie Murphy movie Trading Places (and of an actual comment in Pauline Kael's review in The New Yorker, "It's like watching a Christmas movie on a broken TV set"); trying to finish a crossword puzzle.
Indian summer has returned. I did some hoeing in the garden.
Dinner was chicken (which I fried).
Went to a lecture on Germaine Dulac, a female director of French silent movies, at the Cinematheque. They showed some abstract movies she'd made, which were pretty strange. The lecture itself was rather boring. There was also part of a newsreel she made in the early sound era, showing the yo-yo craze sweeping France.
Went to a dance party at the Arthur Murray studio for the first time in three months, because it was Halloween and a chance to wear last year's beatnik costume again. Only a handful of us were wearing costumes.
Baked whole wheat bread overnight.
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