Saturday, August 29, 2009


This from my newfound favorite blog, the Errant Aesthete.

“Lie down an hour after each meal,” a famous Philadelphia neurologist advised writer Charlotte Perkins Gilman, who was suffering from marital malaise and a deep-seated desire not to clean the house. “Have but two hours intellectual life a day. And never touch pen, brush or pencil as long as you live.”

Unfortunately, that curious counsel was no anomaly in 1885; doctors routinely dispensed an admonition against activity to women afflicted with “nervous prostration,” a condition thought to stem from overstimulation of the fragile female nervous system. Rest and relaxation in the bosom of the family constituted the state-of-the-art cure. But Gilman, whose nerves were already “wilted,” and whose mind resembled a “piece of boiled spinach,” thought the physician’s suggestion sounded more like a recipe for month-old stew.

“Life is a a verb!” she would later write. “Life consists of action.”

Charlotte Perkins Gilmore, The Yellow Wallpaper and Other Stories, 1892

Friday, August 28, 2009


At JFK Library as TM Kennedy's body arrives, for respect, time with the people.

Wednesday, August 26, 2009


The true meaning. Family embodied. Never knew them but I'll miss them.