Sunday, March 6, 2011

my labor and my leisure too

1. This weekend James and I drove to see friends in Mamaroneck (on the Long Island Sound) and eat brunch. I had crab cakes eggs benedict. They were as amazing as they sound, but problematic in that I never recovered. We drove back to Brooklyn and I spent the better part of the day sleeping off that hollandaise sauce.

2. I don't cook any more. Like, at all. I used to, kind of. At least every once in a while, but I've completely lost interest. The only things I "made" this week were toast and oatmeal. I know it would be healthier and more frugal to cook rather than run around the corner for a slice of pizza, but I just can't seem to care. I think my February malaise is lingering in some areas.

3. Has anyone re-read Little Women lately? Like, really lately. Because I didn't feel like it had been that long since I read it, but, man alive, it's an odd book. I mean, that being said, I love it, and I always will, and I may have found some peace regarding Jo and Laurie, which is a relief after many, many years of consternation.

4. I get phrases stuck in my head. Rarely songs, but words or phrases. For years in college I had Emily Dickinson's line, "Because I could not stop for death - / He kindly stopped for me -" running constantly. Today I realized I had been silently repeating the phrase, "mutually assured destruction" again and again. Which is unnerving.

5. I started reading Sylvia Plath's biography, Method and Madness, and I think I might take a break. I'm about a third of the way in and starting to feel the bell jar descending.


  1. It has been years since I've done a proper reading of Little Women. I'm on it! If only for the hope of feeling okay about Jo and Laurie. Didn't you feel so betrayed when Jo turned him down? Like she was turning you down too?

    And I also get phrases stuck in my head. They can be from songs, but the music is never included when they pop in. For years I have had on repeat: "And now the purple dusk of twilight time steals across the meadows of my heart."

  2. Because I could not stop for Death
    is a ballad, and thus can be sung to the Gilligan's Island theme...

  3. 1. Going out for brunch is one of the delights of mortality.

    2. I cook about once a week nowadays. Partly out of a lack of time, and partly out of a lack of knowledge. We get tired of eating the same 4 meals over and over. One day I'll learn more.

    3. I re-read Little Women a few months ago, and will always love it as well. My sister says it has the ring of propaganda, but I will always argue that Little Women serves the same purpose as Full provides hope that when domestic disasters strike, all can be resolved by a talk with Marmee (or John Stamos).

    4. I get words stuck in my head more often than phrases, but your phrases are a little more unnerving. I'll just be honest.

    5. I'm wondering why you're reading stuff about Sylvia Plath when February JUST ended.

  4. Did you enjoy "The Bell Jar"? I had heard so much about it and read it in January. It didn't live up to the hype.