cimorene

watched my cbs/fox version of pride and prejudice which occupies two tapes, and which my mother would be quick to inform you actually belongs to her. no colin firth, in other words. i know the version with him is a deal shorter. anyway, lines resonate and whatnot, and you cannot capture austen on film, of course. seized by the urge to read it, i search the house over. well, i know mom has three copies, but i know why i can't find one: cause i took it with me to college and left it, along with my favorite shoes and a zillion other things, in carolyn's spare room. this is the copy that would be where it goes--not the old old one, and not the one mom most recently bought. that one is probably under a dresser somewhere where it fell when she stopped reading it halfway through and left it to gather dust, overturned on a piece of furniture somewhere.

in any event, since even i am not evil enough to print it out, nor desperate enough to read it online, i'm debating the relative merits of emma (not as good. feh) or middlemarch (not quite as funny, more moralizing. though i did like it). and i realized i have one of last summer's science fiction convention books in my closet not yet read as well.

also, i cooked. habit made me make the pasta with garlic and ricotta and olive oil... we'll see if i can stomach it, won't we? i added some water and white wine to the sauce, and cut back on the olives a bit. one can but hope. and i still have a headache.