Things I learned this morning, and the sorrow I feel after breaking one of my beautiful demitasses.
There’s a 124 year old bath house in the East Village called the Shvitz, that Manhattanites and Brooklyns frequent, and something that now I am bent on trying. It is closer than the one I go to.
Elon Musk just bought more shares of Tesla [Roughly 20%]…Can we… too? Time to bring my little Robinhood out from hibernation.
Apparently, when you reach your full retirement age, 66, and apply for your Social Security benefits: if you have a partner, it is better to apply, and have your spouse process themselves for a spousal benefit… more on my SS learnings later — once I get into a deeper relationship with Laurence Kotlikoff, Philip Moeller, and Paul Solman.
On starting Kundera’s The Unbearable Lightness of Being: Teresza and Sabina are a lot like the Mlle Odette de Crecy of Swann’s Way, and remind me of many, many other women...
Jung says that there are overarching narratives, “archetypes,” that are represented in any kind of story telling and in the narratives playing out and flowing through our world. Those are, as claimed by Christopher Booker in his book, The Seven Basic Plots: Why We Tell Stories: Overcoming the Monster, Rags to Riches, The Quest, Voyage and Return, Comedy, Tragedy, and Rebirth.
There must be a subcategory not far behind that just speaks to: Mistress, or overcoming one’s sex.
You know. That storyline seems to transcend and pervade all kinds of barriers in time and space as well.
And… I just broke my 100 year old Royal Derby China coffee cup :( It’s a very sad moment for me. I love collecting older, beautiful, things. They speak to me of times I was not born into and of things past that I can only just barely sense and feel….by collecting and discovering…things like, cups, old papers, old books, seeing old art. Things like my coffee cup are like my little teachers …I must learn to take better care of them.