Stopped by the New York Public Library during my brief hours of free time last week in NYC. Their main exhibit was "Before Victoria: Extraordinary Women of the British Romantic Era," which, given my attempts to further my feminist education, I felt warranted my attention. Mary Wollstonecraft dominated the exhibit hall, and I was disappointed to see Ada Lovelace relegated to a small table in a corner. Clearly the librarians are not as fond of computer science as I am.
More space, however, was allocated to Jane Austen. Ever since a certain someone made me sit through the entire Sense and Sensibility movie (though Atlas Girl was a nice reprieve), I had been prejudiced against that author. The combination of Austen being placed among these other pioneering women and recent recommendations, bade me to reconsider my prior judgement. Thus, on the long train ride back to DC (delayed considerably due to a gas leak in Maryland), I used my treo to begin reading Pride and Prejudice. I won't follow Elizabeth's example and will withhold judgement until I finish.
The weekend saw a celebration of Rain's birthday (happy real birthday today!), a 3-0 pickup soccer win (scuffle and resultant head-butt, included), a disappointing headliner at the DC Improv, and cloudy weather in Baltimore as we watched the O's take the weekend series and dined at Pazo.
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