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Jules really popped off when he implied that the Dorothea Brooks phenotype is desirable:
Evie Magazine did the meme and wrote about sundresses. Again. Please stop. [I’m going to wear a sundress every day this summer but you won’t see any think pieces about it! –Sarah]
Literary Updates:
The Managing Editor of the Washington Review of Books is launching a literary club focused on Ulysses! At least two of the girls are joining [Gaby and Clare - Downton Gaby] [Ily DG! —DJ]. You should, as well.
A certain young man is live-tweeting his reading of various literary classics, including Jane Austen’s body of work. His comments are consistently wittily delightful. [Cosigned. –Sarah]
Animals:
Sarah saw this little time turtle (cigarette butt for scale.) She loves him.
She’s also getting really into sharing her sardines with her landlord’s outside cat.
Flowers:
Culinary woulds:
Clare is making an avocado salad for church that, because of our Commander in Good Grief, Joseph Biden, threatens both her house and her home, financially speaking. But she’s determined to make it, because the men who run all the ministry she works with are way too skinny, and last time she brought it to an event, one of the priests, who generally practices great restraint in his diet, went back for heaping seconds. Eat, Papa!
Sarah did a lot of cooking this week. On Monday, she used Mark Bittman’s overnight bread recipe to make dinner rolls (eleven of them.) On Tuesday, she made burgers and used the rolls as buns. She used a roasted potato recipe from Chris, but cut the potatoes in french fry shape. On Thursday she made Greek and margherita pizza and chocolate strawberries for her friend she met at the bank. On Friday she made chicken tikka masala for another friend and her roommate. On Saturday she made spinach and artichoke dip with pita chips for her friend’s grad party.
Gaby did not cook anything notable, beyond rendering a Costco rotisserie chicken. [What does rendering a chicken entail? The public wants to know. —Clare] [Is it when you get the fat off by cooking it? –Sarah]
Amy ate this.
Music:
Gaby is listening to the Dune soundtrack…again. [Nice. —Clare]
Amy is listening to Doja Cat and Lorde. Slay kweeen!
Clare hasn’t been listening to much music because she’s had The Jesse Kelly Show playing when she drives. Too bad, libs!
Sarah is listening to “Dreams” by the Cranberries in Chinese as she writes this. Normal stuff!
Poem:
Miracle of the Flower Boxes
You were growing toward the sun, some-
body told you that was the thing to do,
so, that’s where you headed. Each morning
you had that one thing in mind, & it
looked like it was brought up well. No
starving in weak soil; no waiting for
the water. One of my favorite jokes:
An angel & a friend of hers climb this
tree with this anchor, & what they do with
this anchor, they bake it in thirteen
languages, & they ask the anchor about
its heritage. & the anchor says, “I
was born where they rust hearts, &
your eyes bulge with insincerity. I
was born where they think of you as
a little willow, or a seedling. I was
born where noodle pudding was supposed
to solve everything, & it nearly did.”
& then, the tree said, “What the hell’s
a flower box, what the hell’s an angel,
& is a miracle like a boned fish?”
Terry Stokes, from Boning the Dreamer, 1973
What we’re reading:
Clare keeps meaning to get back to that John Steinbeck collection but she hasn’t yet, mostly because she read the first page or so of one of the stories and it was Way Too Freakin’ Real. She’d post the quote that made her leap forthwith from her skin, but it would be Too Much. Instead, she’ll just freak out, and talk to her spiritual advisor about what’s on her heart, and read her Bible.
Sarah persists in reading Middlemarch. If she were a beautiful brunette in whom reason and emotion mingled to create a self-righteous religious fanaticism that hurt the ones she loved most she would definitely marry a Sir James Chettam type of guy, or maybe a Will Ladislwaw. She’s also listening to Surprised By Joy by C.S. Lewis.
Gaby finished reading Arcanum Unbounded by (you guessed it) Brian Sanderson. Inspired by a friend’s recent cookery acquisition, she has determined that an expedition to Second Story books is in order.
Exhortations:
Ask the girls out on a date! We’re oh-so-pretty and oh-so-bored. Also, pray that Roe v. Wade gets cast into the depths of Sheol where it came from. [Did you know that there are medical handbooks out there that outline the proper technique for the crushing of the skull of a prenatal child in order to deliver its lifeless body through its mother’s birth canal? This is both horrific and symbolically significant: it should be Satan’s head that gets crushed. —Clare]
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