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I wrote a fanfic based on a New Yorker cartoon and here it is.

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The inspiration: Part I. [Parts II and III may come along sooner or later.] Phyllis would have preferred watercolors. Not that there was anything so terrible about knitting, of course -- and she needed the social time, to be sure. Ever since Harry had passed, two years next November, this was her major standing engagement. But landscapes fired her imagination in ways yarn never could. She used to watch Bob Ross every week, long back before he died and Fiona’s generation, with their infinite appetite for premature nostalgia, grabbed hold of his ghost. Phyllis had lined the walls of their house with cherished, if sometimes geologically improbable, recollections of the views she and Harry had shared across forty-three years: the Grand Canyon, Niagara Falls, the Golden Gate… even their one almost-too-much trip to Italy, right after Harry retired. In all of them she added a touch of pure fantasy: a tiny pink fairy hidden among the cherry blossoms on the Washington Mall, or a tr...
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"Aesthetics are higher than ethics": some thoughts on Aestheticism

[Update: I went back to find this quote and realized that it's actually Wilde who said it, not Pater, in "The Critic as Artist"  http://www.wilde-online.info/the-critic-as-artist-page45.html . The Aestheticism catch phrase associated with Pater is "art for art's sake," but I had mixed the two up. Text corrected accordingly.] If you follow me on social media, you already know I’ve been teaching Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray for the last couple months, and that I’ve been completely obsessed with it. I’ve been having a wonderful time teaching the book; in particular it’s been charming to see my student come in to class having super emotional reactions like “Oh my God! I hate Lord Henry!” while inside I’m thinking “I kind of want to BE Lord Henry,” but that’s beside the point. In the course of teaching this novel, I’ve been thinking a lot about Aestheticism, and in particular Walter Pater’s  Wilde's assertion that aesthetics are higher th...
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Working on the inside

The piece below is something I wrote a little over a year ago. At the time I felt like it represented a real ‘happy ending’ point in my life, a reckoning with the issues I had while we were living in the UK that I had long kept fairly quiet about because of the shame I felt around them. Watching a friend endure something similar last fall somehow unlocked the words for me -- even though, until now, I haven’t shown them to anyone but that one person.   Here it goes: ———— January 2018 People ask me a lot about what it was like living abroad. For a long time -- the whole time we were there -- I couldn’t answer that question honestly. I’ve had three major depressive periods in my life, each lasting about two years. The most recent one started when we moved to Scotland. That’s the one I’m going to talk about. I didn’t really want to go there in the first place. When Eric decided to include the UK in his academic job search, as his postdoc appointment was coming to...
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Scale of values version 2

[Revised version of previous essay. I am leaving the first version up for comparison.] This morning I got up and stepped on the scale, the way I usually do on Saturdays, the way I’m supposed to every weekend for the medical research study that my son and I are currently participating in. The blue digital numbers flashed 140.2. Unacceptable. 139.9 is the absolute upper barrier of what my mind will tolerate these days without panic. I took off my fuzzy, long-sleeved pajama top, used the toilet, and got back on the scale. Now the answer was 139.3. Still high, but within permissible bounds. (There is, of course, no lower limit established on ‘permissible.’ 134.9 is the lowest figure I’ve ever recorded, so that’s what I think of as the bottom of the range.) I exhaled and promised myself to stay away from snacks for the next few days. I went downstairs to empty the dishwasher and get my gym bag together for 8 a.m. Zumba. As I put the dishes away, I focused on positive, calming tho...
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Scale of values

[Composed 1/5/19] This morning I got up and stepped on the scale, the way I usually do on Saturdays, the way I’m supposed to every weekend for the UCSD medical research study that my son and I are currently participating in. The blue digital numbers flashed 140.2. Unacceptable. 139.9 is the absolute upper barrier of what my mind will tolerate these days without panic. I took off my fuzzy, long-sleeved pajama top, used the toilet, and got back on the scale. Now the answer was 139.3. Still high, but within permissible bounds. (There is, of course, no lower limit established on ‘permissible.’ 134.9 is the lowest figure I’ve ever recorded, so that’s what I think of as the bottom of the range.) I exhaled and promised myself to stay away from snacks for the next few days. With luck, I thought, I might even reconfigure my usual fluctuation cycle so that I hit the high point on the weekend and the low point near Wednesdays, when we have the official weekly weigh-in for the research program...
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The other day a good friend suggested to me that my public persona of late has been largely focused on coffee, clothes, exercise and the beach. I’m sure they didn’t mean it as a criticism - or at most, it was a very gentle and lovingly meant one --  but frankly I was a bit horrified. I mean, I know that I talk about all of those things a lot, but they are only shiny diversions and not the substance of my inner life. So I thought I’d stop and write about what else is going on beneath the social media surface lately.   Mostly, for anyone who didn’t know, I’ve been applying for jobs here in San Diego, and dealing with the ongoing emotional challenge of not yet having one. This is the first time I’ve ever gotten to the start of a school year when I was job-hunting without receiving an offer. It’s been pretty hard to take. I suppose I’ve led a charmed life in this regard until now, and I expected this time to be the same. And yes -- I’ve also applied to teach at both UCSD’...
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Dollhouse continued

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The last few days of work... frankly not very much to show for it!  Interior wall partitions. Evie did the painting of these herself.  And the exterior door and window trim, sanded and ready to paint: Then I had to figure out how to paint them, preferably without making a huge mess. This was my solution: blue taped down on a spare two-pocket folder.
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