What My Eyes See

[wlotus]

I have been reading the NY Times. (T bought a weekend subscription.) What started out as a delightful intellectual exercise eventually devolved into disgust over protests against a mosque near the site of the World Trade Center (blaming all Muslims for the attack on NYC is as ridiculous as blaming all men of betraying their marriage vows a la Tiger Woods) and angry disbelief over multi-million dollar apartment prices in the city (push us average people right on out of here, why don't you). I wish Chelsea Clinton well, but the fuss over her wedding is pushing my buttons, too. (No reflection on her in the least, especially since I am a big fan of her parents. I just have issues with fairy tales of that sort coming true for others.) Time for me to retreat into a book.

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[wlotus.livejournal.com]

As a budding, mostly self-taught artist myself, I am growing to love her more and more. I became fascinated with her after seeing "Frida"--I don't remember how I originally found out about the movie--and my cousin bought me this book as a birthday gift, I believe. I also own a copy of her diary, which I found in Strands one day; I snatched it up as though I had just found a gold brick and bought it without any thought.