Snoqualmie

I wish I had a brownie. But alas! 10:30 on a Sunday night is no time for baking.

You know, if you were following this schedule, I think you'd find Sunday night at 10:30 a perfect time for baking.

Or you can cheat and use a boxed brownie mix, cutting your preparation time so drastically that 10:30 becomes a totally reasonable starting time. Duncan Hines' Chocolate Lovers brownie mix is dairy-free. I'm just saying.

20 hours is a long time to be awake if you're actually doing stuff. Perhaps that could be split in two with a siesta or something. I wonder what an actual functioning siesta schedule looks like.

What book did you end up picking? Do you find it sufficiently indignation-producing?

I was going to try a similar plan tonight, except with writing a homework assignment instead of reading. As of now it's now post-midnight, and all I have is a cup of tea and an unmodified document.

One day my schemes will prevail.

I think both of you missed the necessary caveat to the 28-hour day plan, contained in the roll-over text to the image, that adhering to the schedule will drive you stark raving mad.

Also, while the Duncan Hines suggestion is appreciated and duly noted for future brownie-making endeavors, it would not have availed me at 10:30 on a Sunday night. The primary reason I can't bake on Sunday nights is the combination of the apartment's fire alarm, which goes off anytime anything is placed inside the oven (even if the oven's not on!), and my perpetually angry next-door neighbor, who would not appreciate the ear-splitting noise during a time normally reserved for sleeping by the tragically unhip. I had a bad experience a few months back trying to bake peanut butter cookies at 2 AM that I'd rather not repeat.

1. I am blameless on account of using Firefox. The rollover text doesn't show up for me.

2. If you bake the brownies in a heavy glass or ceramic pan, you can use it to knock out any neighbors who come around complaining. They won't remember a thing.

3. I picked Out to Work: A History of Wage-Earning Women in the United States. The jury is still out on indignation, but it looks promising. I've decided that my winter project this year will be to read every significant feminist treatise I can get my hands on. It's a big project, but then, it's already freezing fucking cold so I've got a lot of winter in which to do it.

I've heard good things about Manifesta. Good enough to purchase. I keep meaning to read it, but haven't quite gotten around to it.

I really, really like Susan Moller Okin's Justice, Gender and the Family. But I worry that it's more a "feminist response to certain influential, but obscure to the general public, philosophers," than it is a "general feminist treatise."

I'm a big fan of The Second Shift, which talks about the "stalled revolution" of gender roles changing relatively rapidly at work but not quite as quickly at home.

I'd be interested to see what the list of "every significant feminist treatise" looks like. I have The Second Sex on my list of things to read, as well as a textbook and a new thingy on femininity from a transsexual (Whipping Girl), but that's about it. I almost audited a course on "feminist epistemology," but ended up prioritizing other stuff.

Does Portland have a different feminism vibe compared to Berkeley?

I'm getting confused now between The Second Shift and The Second Stage, the latter being, from what I've heard which is not very much, Betty Friedan's bewildering belated retreat from feminism. I should investigate the former. I may not be able to resist gawking at the latter either, but I've told myself that if I'm going to read it I really need to read The Feminine Mystique first. But when I picked it up in Powell's it made my eyes swim, so I put it back down. I do, though, recall seeing an excerpt of Manifesta in something else and thinking it was promising, so perhaps I'll try that.

My problem is that I love shamelessly political social science writing, but I'm ambivalent about anything that bills itself as politics and frankly hostile to anything that bills itself as philosophy. So I am walking a fine line of enthralling reading material between two perilous wastelands of extreme disinterest. My winter reading list may fail to live up to acceptable standards for Serious Feminist Reading Lists from either the philosophical or the political sides of things, but, well, fuck 'em.

As a warning, The Feminine Mystique is at the very top of my list of Books I Started to Read but Could Never Bring Myself to Finish. Granted, I was seventeen when this happened, but the entire list has something like four books on it, so I think it counts for something. Although I just realized that aside from one young adult war novel (I think) called Good Night, Mr. Tom, the list seems to be composed entirely of books by Douglas Hofstadter, the first being Le Ton Beau de Marot and the second being Metamagical Themas, which is still on my desk and looks at me reproachfully every evening as I pretend I don't see it and make a beeline toward my fiction de jour. So take that as you will.

Well, yeah. It looked like it might wind up on my list as well (which, unlike yours, has dozens of books on it at this point). And so did The Second Sex and so did The Female Eunuch. But I'm going to ambitiously start them all anyway and hope that maybe a) reading part of them will be an improvement over having read none of them, and b) someday my attention span will improve and I will finish them. Or I'll find a nice essayist and leave them all behind forever.

Did I mention that I never really got past the first chapter of Metamagical Themas? And that I gave it back to Ping to give back to you because I couldn't handle its reproachful looks any more?

Huh. Formula for a lastingly famous feminist manifesto: The Adjective Noun. Discuss.

The Phantom MENace?

Groan?

Fired.

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PLEASE tell me you're going to the Roseland tonight at 8pm. TMBG. I saw Them last night at The Moore in Seattle and I was fully r0XX0rD.

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Splinter Cell: The Second Sex: Popcorn Eyeglasses.