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Listened to Michael Silverblatt interview with Francine Prose about The Lives of the Muses -- she wrote The Blue Angel, a book I could see no purpose for, but Muses sounds like entertaining popular literary history.

Did you know that Lou Andreas-Salomé was the beloved of both Nietzsche and Rilke? Do you find that appalling? I can't imagine loving both of those men. Those minds, really. Except if I start to think about it, I can, and then the heart itself appalls me.

Does sexual attraction suppress empathy for the love object? I think in some ways it does. We become powerfully concerned with their happiness, but primarily inasmuch as it affects our own chances of getting laid, though we go to some effort to disguise this from the internal studio audience.

I think my great achievement of the weekend was getting argus_in_tights to take home the crème fraîche in a Tupperware container after the New Year's salon. Wrapped close under his coat for the bicycle ride home. It was that or scrape it out into the garbage. I can't eat it and [Bad username or site: inlandsea" @ livejournal.com] had plenty of dairy to contend with already. Fortunately argus_in_tights was too horrified to let that happen. (Or if not in the end, please don't disillusion me.)

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