I look, almost desperately, forward to when I am old enough to throw dignified Christmas parties. I want to throw parties that are the very stuff of legend. With torches outside, liquer trickling, gigantic wine-glasses, lavish amounts of food, fruit and cheeses. From the morning on I shall prance around in a horrifying apron, cooking and singing, ( Read more... )

Note to self: do not leave keys for home at home when weather equals freezing fingers and toes off if you are outside for more than a grand total of four minutes, much less twenty.

Other than that, I think the Ghost of Christmas Past came to visit me when I sat reading Lessing outside, waiting for Mother to return so I could get in. 5 weeks til ( Read more... )

I had the great presence of mind during spinning class yesterday to phrase what I dislike about classics: classics are classics for their importance, not great writing or stories. They can be important in a number of ways and for a number of reasons, but that does in no way equal great story-telling or phrasing; Great importance does not equal ( Read more... )