The New Yorker

There's a great feeling of satisfaction that comes from being caught up on The New Yorker.


Then a feeling of loss sinks in when you realize that you are without a New Yorker to read.

"Lost in Austen" over and over again...

Spent the weekend watching "Lost in Austen, "a clever and long time travel switching places movie. It got my partner thinking about other Austen movies worth making:

"The Ladies of Longbourn and Their Pubic Topiary" (also sometimes appearing under the title, "Longbourn Landing Strips")

"Meryton Madness: Lydia and Kitty's Midnight Merrymaking with the Men in Regimentals"

"Caroline Bingley: Lit Bitch"

"The Collins Brothers: Snot Goes the Weasel"

"George Wickham, Able (and Constant) Swordsman"

"True Tales of Bourgeois Bellyaching" (also know as "If I Had Ever Learnt, I Should Have Been a Great Proficient")

"The Fuckable Fitzwilliam Darcy"

Priviledge and Scandal

I’m reading a fun book that I got at the L-I-B-R-A-R-Y. Privilege and Scandal: The Remarkable Life of Harriet Spencer, Sister of Georgiana, by Janet Gleeson.

The allowance that a rich married women got to spend, even if she brought the money to the marriage, was called “pin money.”

18th-century women called their periods, "the prince."

Someday my prince will come and someday my prince will go, forever.

Library Card

An old lady and her old husband came into the library. She had a cane and hobbled to the counter. Her husband picked up a plastic-covered magazine and took a seat.

“It’s my lunch hour, but I saw you and wanted to say hello," said a man in a wrinkled dress shirt pulled tight across his chest as he came out of the back office. “I haven’t seen you in awhile.”

“That’s mine there.” She pointed to two books bound with a rubber band and a slip of paper stuck in the top of one of the books.

“Carl!” She said to her husband. “Carl!”

He was deaf or ignoring his wife, but Carl sat looking at the magazine.

“Carl! I’m done.” She said and waved her cane around to get Carl’s attention. “I have my books.”

Carl looked up and said, “I have to put the books in the car before I get you.”

“I know,” She said.

This took some time.

The librarian went back to his lunch and the library was empty and quiet again.