Today we lug our stuff from the loft to our new home in the artists' residency, so this'll be another quickie. That's a wing of the building in the little photo, and the residency program has a website if you want to know more about it for some reason. http://www.centre-les-recollets.com/ The place supposedly has easy, full-time internet access so there shouldn't be any break in the blog's rhythm. Some of you are talking about the Henry Darger documentary. Yeah, it's great. I wrote a piece about it for Artforum some months back. Here's the address if you want to read it: http://www.findarticles.com/p/articles/mi_m0268/is_5_43/ai_n9486082 Re. the crying at the movies question, the film that really makes me blubber is John Huston's 'The Dead.' That last scene kills me, largely because of Joyce's writing. In general, I tend to cry at movies when there are scenes in which characters say or do something that shows incredible kindness and selflessness. For some reason that wipes me out, even when the movie is sentimental crap. So, yeah. Saturday there's a big literary festival here in Paris to mark the start of the fall book season and a lot of new and famous French writers will be reading and talking. I'm attending it and the related hoity toity after-party, so if it's worth a report, I'll report. Time to get out of here, so take it easy if possible until tomorrow.