The girls look forward to clarification from our brother publication recognizing our status as their (little) sister publication.
To-do list:
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Links:
Why are the boys still on about the beetle? It’s positively Kafkaesque! If you like you could click this link or this link, for fun.
The girls have enough mental illness of their own without worrying about this lady’s!!!
Some guy bellyaches about not cleaning up his library for Tablet: “Not Unpacking My Library.” The girls think he would feel better if he just got the job done.
N.B.:
Snacks:
Clare made the corn salad she discussed in the last installment, and some magic, healing soup. Both were a smash hit. Pics below. On Memorial Day, she made a Thai soup—but no pictures of that. She was ashamed that that was her tribute to the brave men who have given their lives for her liberties, but then she thought, “Well, this might be a type of tribute to the many men who ate Asian food during their deployment.” And, okay, she’s mixing her Asian nations a bit, but she decided to dedicate the meal to those who died in the Bataan Death March. Take THAT, libs.
Sarah also made a good salad for memorial day- arugula, watermelon, red onion, black pepper, and feta. She tried to follow her friend’s Tandoori chicken recipe, but the top of the curry seasoning lid came off while she was shaking it into the marinade bag and she added at least a quarter cup so instead she made curry chicken. She served it with rice cooked in coconut milk.
Music:
Clare had a sort of charmed weekend, and at the end of it, someone showed her this cover of Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah” by, of all people, Justin Timberlake. How odd, but it moved her.
Poem:
[Chris sent this one to me. The last two lines resonated. –Sarah]
What we’re reading:
Clare read another story in that Steinbeck book. She didn’t love it until the end, when she loved it. More importantly, she had wondered where her Borges collection had gone, wanting to get back into it, but found out that her dad has been reading it cover to cover at her recommendation. Touched, she didn’t even mention that she’d been looking for it it to him, just as he didn’t mention that he’d been reading it to her. It’s his for now.
Sarah is reading Middlemarch, still.
Exhortations:
Get it together! Draw up your disposable funds and treat us to something. [There has been a theme to these exhortations, because we are the Holy Sisters of Mount Femcel. —Clare]
Request for approval:
Is this okay?