(a series of musings)
I. I looked in my garbage today.
My garbage mostly consists of food waste (banana peels, egg shells) and the random bits of packaging (Code 6 plastic and flat-pack cardboard) that our city recycling doesn't accept. For a split-second, I rejoiced at how much I had reduced the amount of waste I'm producing. And then I thought, "Drat! I should be composting." The only thing is ... I'm extremely sensitive (to the dry-heaving extreme) to the sight of food where food doesn't belong. I'm not sure composting is something I could handle. Pondering begins.
II. It's summer.
No, you're probably thinking, it's spring. Except I live in Texas, where it is already 82 degrees. When I was a kid, 80+ degree temperatures were a sign of summer. My A/C is already on, sucking electricity. Wait while I flagellate myself out of guilt.
III. I'm back from the self-flagellation. OK. Speaking of beatings, go see Jane Eyre.
In case you haven't read Jane Eyre, our titular heroine receives a lot of beatings in her childhood.... now that I've made the cheap connection to my previous point, I want to urge you to go see Cary Fukunaga's stunning version of Jane. Jane Eyre is the uber-text for isolated smart girls, and Fukunaga (along with Mia Wasikowska as Jane, and Michael Fassbender as Rochester) realizes - visually and narratively -- the novel's modernity while honoring our need for bonnet porn. Go see it.
IV. Gratuitous Spain picture.