marcellinafuriosa | My idea of a good time is sadly congruent to that of a two-year-old.

Edward Burne-Jones, when asked why he did so many pictures of angels, replied that as long as the world was in the shape it was in he would keep making angels. (I'm afraid I cannot give an exact citation, as I got it from my mother.) I made sugar cookie angels tonight. (The original plan was to make little baskets of the dough, bake them, and fill them with berries, but the new plan involved quick cookies for everyone to have now. I reserved most of the dough and froze it, thinking that perhaps cutting out cookies with cookie cutters might be fun for my niece when we see her. But will cookie dough on the counter be fun for my sister-in-law?)

Yesterday I took a metric ton of books back to the library, but spotted some interesting books and had to take some new ones home. One is "Victims or Villains: Jewish Images in Classic English Detective Fiction" by Malcolm J Turnbull. I know that this is like reading a book called "Rain! There's a Lot of Water In It!" but it's still chilling to see all the examples of stereotyping, all the casual slurs tossed off by supposedly sympathetic characters, stacked up together. Wodehouse (not strictly a crime writer of course, unless you count tales of pilfered cow creamers) comes out with a clean bill of health, but hardly anyone else does.

We get a snow day tomorrow!