Do I even need to say this?
Seriously, 2016, what gives?
I chose the image above, the December 1916 cover of the long-gone radical magazine The Masses, because I was thinking about that year and how it wasn't that joyful, either. World War I and the Polio epidemic were the tip of the iceberg. I usually gain some perspective from history, but this year has found me wondering how much progress we've really made since then. Looking at the Wikipedia 1916 event calendar is enough to make one think. That alone is depressing enough even before we consider the In Memoriam section of every coming award show. It's also been a difficult year for too many of my close friends and family members who've been dealing with serious illnesses.
If I were into tattoos I'd be getting a Hamsa hand on my shoulder right about now.
You know what? Let's start this over. If you're still here reading, that is.
Right now I'm wading in true escapist stuff, a YA science fiction novel, The Thousandth Floor by Katharine McGee. The writing is Twilightish, but the core idea and plot are quite enjoyable. Just before the holidays I considered rereading Connie Willis' Doomsday Book, but opted instead for her christmas story All Seated on the Ground, which was a good choice, all things considered. But the best book I've read this month was The Sense of an Ending by Julian Barnes. I started it when it first came out but got distracted by something shiny. I'm glad I came back to this very English novel.
Finally watched the most recent season of Transparent in one night. Right now the Husband and I are back to comfort-watching. Star Trek: Enterprise is more enjoyable than I remembered. Back in the day we quit it before the first season was over, but other than the fact that too many scenes seem to have been created with teenaged boys in mind it is not half bad.
Jane Austen's Emma was published 200 years ago this month. It's still as fantastic as ever.
A good friend gave me a decant of Tralala from Penhaligon's which had been discontinued before I could get over my discomfort with the choice of literary and cinematic reference. I'm pretty sure nothing in Last Exit to Brooklyn has smelled even remotely close to this fantastic rich and vintage-inspired floriental.
Heavy mascara and dark berry lips. If not now then when?
Frequently Worn Outfit/Item
Dark or black jeans, luxurious sweaters, hats, black boots. Also, a mix of modern and vintage bracelets in corresponding colors worn together.
Matzoh balls in a vegetarian broth.
Restaurants that serve mediocre food for exorbitant prices. I'd rather have a bagel at my local diner.
Feeding the squirrels and birds outside, then watching them feast under the watchful gaze of the cats.
A quiet and happy new year's eve.
Peace on Earth, in every possible way.
I hope Freddie Mercury is enjoying the great company he has now.
How are you? What's on your list of loves and banes? Any wishes and recommendations?
The Masses cover by Frank Walts, december 1916
Charles E. Burchfield (1893-1967), December Storm, 1959.