harebrained? hairbrained? hair-brained?
So I've come to realize...
that the sheer number of ridiculous ideas Phil and I are pursuing at any given time is remarkable. There are a number that are either too odd to recount or too hard to remember at the moment, but here are the first three that come to mind.
- We spent the first 3 months of this year watching multiple adaptations of Macbeth including the 1957 Kurosawa masterpiece Throne of Blood (which contained amazing amounts of fog). We've moved on now, from Macbeth to musicals. I've subjected him to Newsies- now he understands why I sing every time he mentions Santa Fe- and The Music Man is next on the agenda.
- Weirder still, we're currently on inverse diets. Any reduction in my own carbon footprint that occurs due to this bout of strict veganism is sure to be offset by his attempt at the exact opposite: a diet comprised entirely of animal product. Seriously. Sounds hugely unpleasant to me. He really gets into trouble in the seasoning department and will soon tire of condiment-free burgers on portabella mushroom buns (fungus! the lone exception!), seasoned with only salt and butter. I hate that he can eat yogurt and I can't... but then I remember that he can't eat a burrito, or a salad, or fruit, or ANYTHING WITH SEASONING and I realize that I have the better end of the deal. Hopefully he'll eat enough fish and his heart won't explode before the end of the two weeks.
- And finally, today we decided that we will co-write a sequel to Charlotte Perkins Gilman's 1915 feminist(?) utopia Herland. I read Herland for a class during my first semester of college and at the time, wasn't sure what to think. It's the story of three men discovering a completely female society. They reproduce asexually and there are no animals in the entire land except cats. Cats. A novel written in 1915 probably predates the whole sad, single cag lady thing- but still... In any case, these characters beg for a sequel. Full text of the original if you're interested.
I'll keep you posted on all of these. Suggestions (musicals, recipes, plot points?) totally welcome.
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You guys need more going on in your lives....
love,
Mom
I'm not sure how many more things I could fit in my life, given how I'm slowly turning into a meat popsicle. And you forget how helpful honey is (being an animal byproduct)...I can, and do, honey glaze. Mmmm...honey and yogurt with my cheese and mushroom omelette. Delicious.
Anyway, it's unclear if it's strictly asexual reproduction (as Gilman refers to it, parthenogenesis, which is simply a female producing a genetic duplicate of herself) or if Maaia (that's right! of the Temple of the Goddess Maaia!) is slipping in some genetic material. And their cats are songless...
Expect to see the Herland and Theirland anthology on your Border bookshelves soon...