Wednesday, March 23, 2011

A Love Too Big To Last

In memoriam, one of my favorite reads from last year.

A Love Too Big To Last

Love Letters.

Being pushed to emotional limits.

Demise. Reunion.

All three sides of the triangular theory of love.

xoxo Elizabeth Taylor & Richard Burton.

The last day of March

My darling Sleeping Child, …I am oddly shy about you. I still regard you as an … inviolate presence. You are as secret as the mysterious processes of the womb. I'm not being fancy … I have treated women, generally, very badly and used them as an exercise for my contempt except in your case. I have fought like a fool to treat you in the same way and failed. One of these days I will wake up—which I think I have done already—and realize to myself that I really do love. I find it very difficult to allow my whole life to rest on the existence of another creature. I find it equally difficult, because of my innate arrogance, to believe in the idea of love. There is no such thing, I say to myself. There is lust, of course, and usage, and jealousy, and desire and spent powers, but no such thing as the idiocy oflove.

Who invented that concept? I have wracked my shabby brains and can find no answer. But when people die … those who are taken away from us can never come back. Never, never, never, never, never (Lear about Cordelia). We are such doomed fools. Unfortunately, we know it. So I have decided that for a second or two, the precious potential of you in the next room is the only thing in the world worth living for. After your death there shall only be one other and that will be mine. Or I possibly think, vice versa.

Ravaged love,
And loving Rich

Monday, March 21, 2011

Let's Run Away

Portland, your weather is breaking my heart.

Let's run away.

By run away, I mean go to the beach house. And hibernate inside.

We can lounge around and watch a marathon of march madness games while indulging in comfort foods. I'm thinking baked mac 'n cheese. Or nachos.

Sunday morning I'll have to prepare for my big meeting later this week. And you will have to respond to emails. This is to be accomplished with mimosas from under a down comforter while listening to this mix and the waves.

5-mile run. Smoked trout hash. More basketball. More mimosas.

Time is irrelevant. Naps are a must.

We will survive this dismal week.

If that fails, let's take a 3-week vacation to Bali.

It is sunny there.


Thursday, March 3, 2011

Bob Dylan & Suze Rotolo

I just finished listening to the Fresh Air interview of Suze Rotolo.

I sat in my car at destination to finish listening to the interview. I am a huge sucker for realistic love stories. The ones that include all aspects of relationships like you didn't know his real last name until he was sauced and dropped his wallet.

And, usually I hate Ms. Gross' speculations about her interviewees but the mentor-mentee part was fairly relevant. I dated an artist 10 years my senior and fell into the cycle of admiration and constant learning but there was balance. There were things that I was much better at. Qualities that he admired and constantly learned from too. Balance.

Have a listen. And then re-listen to the entire Freewheelin' Bob Dylan album.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011


This summer's wardrobe is brought to you by Erin Wasson and her jean shorts.

Adopting this.

Short-shorts, basic tops, great shoes and statement jewelry.

I told myself I am giving up mini skirts when I turn 30. Maybe it'll just transition to short-shorts instead.
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