Here's something I've said before: I'm superficially as well as substantively attracted to intelligence in women. On the one hand, conversation is a must for any real interest. On the other hand, for me having a woman tell me she's got (or getting) a degree is equivalent to great cleavage in terms of an immediate turn-on. It's kind of cheap and tawdry, but also true.

What prompts this re-revelation? Well, last night I went to see a rough cut of this movie about a guy named Zizek, who's an intellectual rockstar from Slovenia. It's actually quite good. The woman who made it, Astra Taylor, interviewed me last weekend for a book she's writing. I'm kind of fascinated with her; book-writing, film-making, all seems very exciting and triggers my IQ fetish.

Also at the screening by complete random chance was this other woman from whom I've had a long-standing yen. She was the main office person at ETW while I was there, working on her PhD the whole time -- I always thought she was super hot, though very clearly unavailable. Anyway she was there and we chatted for a moment after. She's finished getting her degree, said I could call her doctor (really! yowza!), and I actually got quite nervous and don't think I made any kind of impression at all. Yes, that still happens to me from time to time. Kind of a treat, actually.

What can I say? It's spring, and the warm air makes the blood run. Yesterday riding round the city from meeting to gym to screening it was a cavelcade of city girls. With the farenheight pushing 70, the great unveiling is on, and everyone's looking fresh and pretty. The nite-ride back to Frank's place was dusted with very light warm rain; just lovely all around.