Comments on: rebecca mead | love’s labour

By: Kris Thacher

Kris Thacher — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 15:00:36 +0000

I got a lot out of the first paragraph. The rest, a lot of background noise in the cafe. Back to work.

By: Jean

Jean — Thu, 26 Apr 2012 02:42:02 +0000

I’m with Alice!!!!!!

By: Alice D'Alessio

Alice D'Alessio — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 20:44:12 +0000

I think that lady has a bur in her britches. Seems like she hasn’t enjoyed gratifying and rewarding marital – or any kind of – love. I’ll bet she wouldn’t be fun to live with.

A 2003 New Yorker ! Well, things haven’t changed so much in 9 years, I guess. Thanks for a chance to run downstairs and smooch my captive marital partner.

By: John Bennett

John Bennett — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 14:57:07 +0000

Norb … I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again — I love your paintings and sketches…great stuff …

By: steve fortney

steve fortney — Wed, 25 Apr 2012 12:56:10 +0000

the meaningful, satisfying work of the farmer or the artisan who remained organically connected to the fruits of his labor, and who was ennobled by this effort. Conducted with imagination, the labor of this love might be so gratifying as to be indistinguishable from play.
Teaching and writing.
I annoy people of the protestant work ethic when I say I never worked a day in my life. Teaching was for me play. Not to say that I didn’t play strenuously and hard. I did. But it was play never the less.
As for writing: pure fun. Little or no agony. Just fun.
And then there’s fishing, gardening, family. Especially the last…..