Day 4 of 365 days of No TV

A little bit about Day 4

I went to the library.  I returned 2 books that were late.  You know how some people say there are 2 types of people in the world.  I'm the type who can't return library books on time.  I used to be a huge novel reader.  Now, I'm really into biographies and non-fiction. Most of the time, I read about two/thirds of the book.  Unless it's a book about climbing mountains, esp Mt. Everest or K2.  I was disappointed to return "The Plantagenets" to the library.  They were starting to bleed me of my quarters - a quarter a day for late library books.  In any case, "The Plantagenets" was a really bloody and interesting book.  When I borrowed it, I just expected it to be 1400s-1600s.  It started in 1000 and ended with the infamous Richard III.  (I flipped to the end.)

D and I picked up our share from the CSA.  We get so much squash.  I don't like sqaush.  In an effort to attack the avalanche of farm fresh goodness, I try to wrangle all the vegs at the same time.  Wash, cut up, store and cook what you can.  I roasted beets for the first time.  It was just like baking a potato. 

I found out this interesting fact.  When people sing together in a choir, their heartbeats synch up.  I think it could be useful in a theater piece when you want your audience to feel like a group instead of a few singular people.

On one of my favorite websites, it's called Brainpickings, I found out Maurice Sendak illustrated this really great children's book written by Ruth Krauss called "I'll Be You and You be Me."  Here's my favorite page: 

I have an idea for a show all about women.  I come across amazing historical women, most of them lost in history.  I ran across a new woman today.  Lois Long aka Lipstick.  She was a best known for her writing in The New Yorker during Prohibition.  From our favorite wise old man, wiki:  

Lois Long chronicled her nightly escapades of drinking, dining, and dancing. She wrote of the decadence of the decade with an air of aplomb, wit, and satire, becoming quite a celebrity.

At 23, Lois was paid to review the speakeasies of New York. Her column - filled with wit, sarcasm, and satire - was called "When Nights are Bold". As the chief expert of New York's nightlife, all her expenses were paid for by the magazine.

About her lifestyle,  "Lois Long's columns were laced with a wicked sort of sexual sense of humor. She openly flouted sexual and social conventions. She was a favorite of Harold Ross who was the original editor of The New Yorker and who couldn’t have been more different from Long if he had tried. He was a staid and proper Midwesterner, and she was absolutely a wild woman. She would come into the office at four in the morning, usually inebriated, still in an evening dress and she would, having forgotten the key to her cubicle, she would normally prop herself up on a chair and try to, you know, in stocking feet, jump over the cubicle usually in a dress that was too immodest for Harold Ross’ liking. She was in every sense of the word, both in public and private, the embodiment of the 1920s flapper. And her readers really loved her." 

  "Tomorrow we may die, so let's get drunk and make love." - Lipstick

My next late library book:  

Flapper:  A Madcap Story of Sex, Style, Celebrity, and the Women Who Made America Modern