This year, my birthday was on a Monday, and everyone knows Monday birthdays are kind of…sad. But this one actually turned out to be pretty great: my co-workers surprised me with donuts, Joe took me out to dinner, and then arranged for a surprise gathering of friends at my favorite neighborhood dive bar. All this after getting to see the ballet! I’m a lucky lady.
I asked Joe to snap these photos on the way to dinner, across the footbridge over the Brooklyn-Queens Expressway at the end of our street.
Scarf: Echo Designs (via Salmagundi, Jamaica Plain, MA)
Flats: Born (via DSW)
Owl Earrings: SXSW Poster Show 2010
I’m still in the middle of Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man. I’ve never read any Joyce besides Dubliners a couple times, and a failed attempt at starting Ulysses when I was about 14 and far too young and dumb to make it more than ten pages (I think I still am). I’m making an effort to read more classics, and this one is pretty good so far. However, it’s not blowing me away.
Have any of you read it? What’s your opinion on Joyce–greatest ever, or overrated?