Saturday, October 24, 2009

Photo of the day :Unplugged

Next week back to the cute.

Friday, October 23, 2009

Photo of the day: Seasonless

Rather like my allergies that have no clue what season we're in.

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Photo of the day: It's Like a Naked Transformer

For mature audiences only.

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Photo of the day: Do You Have a Flag?

Courtesy of the brilliant Eddie Izzard.

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Photo of the day: Fall

OK, so we're not Vermont. But here was have color. And sturdy beds.

Monday, October 19, 2009

Photo of the day: Non Native Species

But eucalypyus are loverly trees.

Sunday, October 18, 2009

Little Women
It was one of those books I swear I read years ago. But while channel surfing a month ago I came across the 17th film version of Little Women and had the urge to read it "again." I was even thinking of making it my book group choice, until I realized it was 475 pages long.

Anyway I picked it up at a bookstore (I also swore I owned a copy) and jumped in.

Hmmm.... First off, I can see why it's a classic. It's quite charming, sweet, and engaging. In a mad dose of PMS I even cried a bit (and if you tell anyone I'll break your arm). But in spite of the fact that, as a movie fan, I've seen every adaption it was surprisingly annoying. I'm just too cynical to believe anyone is that damned good. Every one of the March girls is so self-sacrificing, selfless, reverent, brave, thrifty and every other Boy Scout virtue that after awhile it began to wear on me. Sure they have their moments of petulance, rebellion and ego. And yes none of them are perfect. But it's hard for my modern, atheistic mind to deal with their goodness. It's also difficult for me to let go of my 21st century belief that the highest calling for any woman is to be a wife and mother.

In spite of all that I enjoyed the book and am glad I finally read it. But It was hard to relate to the concept of these spirited girls al l giving up their dreams to marry and have children. And they didn't even really give up, the just sort of realized that their true happiness lay in marriage and motherhood.

I suppose in their generation it did. And, in fact, that was how my antediluvian mother raised me, which is, perhaps, why I had such a strong negative reaction to their fates. But the strange fact is even knowing from all the movies that Jo gives up writing to marry her Professor, it still disappointed me.
Photo of the day: Pretty in Pink

You can feel the stickiness from here, can't you?