I'm working on a paper, sitting on my bed with all my notes on mental patients and autonomy (hence the quote in the title bar here) spread out all around me, books open to specific pages, two or three drafts with red pen scribblings on them, photocopied journal articles, all arranged. Jazz comes in, jumps up on the bed, roots through all of it with her nose, makes herself a space right in the middle and settles down to nap.

Rented The House of Sand and Fog last night. I adore Ben Kingsley. He was just as good as in Sexy Beast, but completely different again. I don't know who any of the others were in the movie, but it doesn't really matter, it was his movie.