Prunes and Prism

RULES FOR YOUNG LADIES: Some arch advice on snagging a husband. Exercising the mouth into a pretty shape through repetition of certain words seems to have been an indoor sport for young nineteenth-century girls; in Little Dorrit, Charles Dickens' overly bred girl repeats, "papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism." (

Tuesday, July 01, 2008

Ways in which the Comrade is like my former husband

1. They love(d) to read about Hobbits.

2. They step(ped) back and let me fight with myself, like Ed Norton in Fight Club.

3. They both make(made) me listen to one Jean-Michel Jarre album on a continuous loop. To be fair, it's not the same album for both of them: For the former it was Oxygene, for the latter The Concerts in China. But isn't that so utterly random? At some point was there a Jean-Michel Jarre album offered as a bonus with a Lord of the Rings box set?

4. They both claim(ed) to have memories of early life that they couldn't possibly have, could they? My former husband always said he remembered pulling up in his crib to see the moon landing. He would have been a year old at the time. I'd forgotten about that until this past weekend when the Comrade said he could remember the pacifiers he liked as an infant. Would I have precocious early memories too if I were only soulful enough to appreciate Jean-Michel Jarre?

Well. It's funny how things are. I am glad that this blog is still around, and that I still remember how to get in here.


Anonymous Liz said...

I'm glad too!

8:54 PM  

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