Ships and their lawlessness running wild
In the midst of life, we are in laundry. I feel like Boober Fraggle. Have some links.
1. Thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch, I have just heard for the very first time the commentary of Lieutenant-Commander Thomas Woodrooffe on the Coronation Fleet Review of 1937, otherwise and perhaps better known as "The fleet's lit up!" It deserves its legend.
2. I appreciaterushthatspeaks thinking of me when he sees an article entitled "'My God, I'm in a whale's mouth'."
3. I have no idea if Lackadaisy will ever complete its run as a comic, but I will always thank it for giving me Mordecai Heller, cat-shaped or no.
I walked into Mamaleh's this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. The silver-haired owner whom I had met the very first time in 2016 recognized me even with a mask and, when he heard what I had been sent to order, made me a pair of small chocolate egg creams off-menu to carry home to my displaced and deprived New Yorker parents. Getting the pickle wrapped up in the wax paper of his sandwich still delights my father. Human connections are cool.
Trip books are customary gifts in my family, but now I have a trip CD of No-No Boy's 1975 (2021), which got my attention directly on hearing "The Best God Damn Band in Wyoming." In practice, what this means is that I will rip the CD to Bertie Owen and take the music electronically with me this weekend when, fingers crossed, please leave sacrifices to Hermes at the door, I get on the Amtrak Regional for the first time since the fall of 2019. I never had a Walkman and I can't use headphones or earbuds and Bertie's speakers are, technically speaking, janky. But I prefer physical media when I can get it all the same and the liner notes are worth the paper. Julian Saporiti can write. "These archives and photographs and movies and stories, all at once. I was seeing projections on the walls, on their faces, all these ghosts just smashing together. My family. Everything at the same time."
1. Thanks to
spatch, I have just heard for the very first time the commentary of Lieutenant-Commander Thomas Woodrooffe on the Coronation Fleet Review of 1937, otherwise and perhaps better known as "The fleet's lit up!" It deserves its legend. 2. I appreciate
rushthatspeaks thinking of me when he sees an article entitled "'My God, I'm in a whale's mouth'."3. I have no idea if Lackadaisy will ever complete its run as a comic, but I will always thank it for giving me Mordecai Heller, cat-shaped or no.
I walked into Mamaleh's this afternoon for the first time in more than a year. The silver-haired owner whom I had met the very first time in 2016 recognized me even with a mask and, when he heard what I had been sent to order, made me a pair of small chocolate egg creams off-menu to carry home to my displaced and deprived New Yorker parents. Getting the pickle wrapped up in the wax paper of his sandwich still delights my father. Human connections are cool.
Trip books are customary gifts in my family, but now I have a trip CD of No-No Boy's 1975 (2021), which got my attention directly on hearing "The Best God Damn Band in Wyoming." In practice, what this means is that I will rip the CD to Bertie Owen and take the music electronically with me this weekend when, fingers crossed, please leave sacrifices to Hermes at the door, I get on the Amtrak Regional for the first time since the fall of 2019. I never had a Walkman and I can't use headphones or earbuds and Bertie's speakers are, technically speaking, janky. But I prefer physical media when I can get it all the same and the liner notes are worth the paper. Julian Saporiti can write. "These archives and photographs and movies and stories, all at once. I was seeing projections on the walls, on their faces, all these ghosts just smashing together. My family. Everything at the same time."