Le fou ou la fou?

Godard is a genius. There is absolutely nothing more to it. In order to "study for French" - yeah, right - I watched Pierrot le Fou two nights ago and it surpassed my already high expectations. The film moves through these scenes of idyllic country life. This, combined with the perfect poeticism of the script, almost make the movie into an unconventional hundred and ten minute lament.
I thought the title was rather clever as well; le fou meaning the fool, and la fou meaning the crazy. That was rather fitting.

French Macarons

It's been snowing since yesterday, and there are several inches of lovely, untainted, white snow covering the area. Though, it is terribly windy. Not that I am effected, since 95% percent of my weekend has been spent indoors; wearing heaps of sweaters, drinking tea, reading books and studying for exams. I've become quite the hermit, I must say. Anyways, in-between reading Lolita and drawing Heart Diagrams I took the time to make these absolutely wonderful French Macarons - they are impossible to find in stores around here. So, I took it upon myself to rectify the lack of French delicacies in my life by making these delicate sugar-infused sweets. They turned out surprisingly well, though I had to repeat the egg step due to my disastrous overmixing, and I am certainly planning to make many, many more.

The recipe I used is here - it was simple and the list of variations was quite handy. I used the chocolate ganache filling alongside the normal shell recipe.