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I thought I had my day planned out. Tomorrow the family was supposed to be coming over for our 'Easter Feast' as Rhiannon has named it. Instead we're going to my dad's. He decided that would be best given our lack of chairs here. No big deal but that pretty much eradicates the need for the heavy duty cleaning which was supposed to fill the bulk of my day.

So instead I consumed a pot of coffee (French press size) and sat down to consume more of the Baroness's life. One of the things that delights me most is to find connections between my various interests. There is an Art Nouveau building that I came across a year or two ago that always fascinated me but I didn't find much information on it in the book I was reading and didn't do a lot of digging around at the time. I knew that it had been built for two female photographers as their studio and was destroyed in WW2.
While reading the biography about the Baroness I discovered that prior to moving to New York she was married to the man who designed this building. Woo! A very clear link between one of my interests (Art Nouveau design) and another (dada)! It also contained more information about the women who had the studio built and why it was destroyed (intentionally by the Nazis). Now when I chose to go digging again I'll have a better launching pad. There is actually more connection between Art Nouveau and dada that I had imagined. It surprised me because I think of Art Nouveau and also Art Deco as being primarily decorative movements rather than anything particularly cerebral which actually has something to do with their connection. I won't babble about that here though. Not today anyway.

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Ever noticed that self pity just seems to feed on itself until there's nothing and no one else left in the room, house, city or world but you and your overwhelming sense of misery?

And then separating what you are truly not happy about from what is just drama once you've managed to smack the mountain of loathing and bile down is just oh-so-much-fun.

Not only do I seem to have two modes, one where I am never justified in my feelings of negativity and the other where misery only exists, but I seem to have convinced others of this so that basically either nothing gets taken seriously or things just get blown out of proportion and only drama happens (and nothing actually useful comes of it). Go me.