I still don't know how I created such a child.

Today was Isadora's Pink Party. She turned four this week. To celebrate we had Green Eggs and Ham (just the eggs were green not the ham) because she'd requested eggs, they're one of her favorite foods, and that was the only reasonable way I could think of to work eggs into a meal for mostly adults. Eggs sure are becoming a theme in my life here lately. Anyway, I also made rolls (from scratch), two tomato dishes (one was just a plate of sliced heirlooms with some coarse grey salt), potato salad, and pink mac and cheese (another requested dish). Yes, pink. Tomas bought low fat white cheddar cheese, a problem I did not discover till it was too late to do anything about, so I grabbed some sort of Spanish cheese I had in the fridge that was also whitish and definitely not low fat to mix in. I figured since it wasn't going to be traditional anyway I might as well add some red food coloring. To amuse Isadora, you see. Oh the crazy thing love makes one do. We finished the meal off with an obnoxiously pink frosted strawberry cake decorated with cherries because I had no strawberries and cherries looked prettier anyway. As if that wasn't enough pink there were also pink balloon with pink ribbons, pink streamers, and Strawberry Shortcake dinnerware. 3/4 of her gifts were pink and/or wrapped in pink and those that were not were Princess themed. She tore through gift after gift, pink tissue paper soaring through the air, gasping in her most delighted voice, "Oooooohhhhh! A booootiful Strawberry Shortcake Dollllll!!!! Oooooohhhh! Thank you! Thank you!" Such an amazing thing to be a parent.

Just to see how many times I can say book or books in one small post...

I finished Man Ray's Montparnassee last night. It was precisely the light sort of biography I needed to break up the Women in Dada book for a bit. It did not solve the question raised by two pictures I found in this book of Man Ray photographs. I already had questions about the handling of women in Man Ray's art before my new stack of books came this week, but these two pictures were much more blatant than anything I'd seen before. They looked as though they would be right at home in a modern fetish book but removed from that context I'm not really sure what to think about them or his intent. I'm quite curious. The only thing the new bio really gave to help was an indication that he seemed to be drawn to women who humiliated him in various ways. At least three of the major relationships in his life were with women who cheated on him openly or nearly so, his wife, Kiki and Lee Miller. I need more Man Ray books, ones that go more into depth about his relationships. Alas, no money for books for a while.

Really I already have plenty here that I need to get read. I'm halfway through the Women in Dada book and I just started this book about the Ballet Russe. I'm not sure how much information it will give me, but gosh it is full of gorgeous pictures. I'm seriously in need of a scanner. There don't seem to be any very comprehensive dance history pages out there. Maybe I'm just not looking in the right places or something. I wish someone would make some of the old movies of dances available some way.