I want to remember when my nightmares were clearer
We did not celebrate Pi Day with circular foods, but we did make steak and grits for dinner after returning from a sun-setting walk in the course of which we discovered Symphony Park on Pearl Street. We had somehow never encountered it; a municipal sign helpfully informed us that it was built in honor of the musical Hadleys who had once lived on the site, including the founder of Tanglewood and conductor of the first synchronized film score. The thin granite steps and the black curved benches that make an amphitheatre of the space are designed to recall the staves and notes of sheet music; the pergola half tangled in vines is in the same style and we couldn't tell if the stone lines of the water feature were broken or just shut off for the winter. There were outcroppings of slate for clambering over and what was evidently a nice lawn in season. ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch took a number of pictures and considered how he would use it to stage outdoor theater. I hope he gets the chance.
I continue to be surrealistically tired. I watched a movie impulsively for the first time in weeks, and now want to write about it, which does nothing for the queue of movies I have already not written about. I feel terrible about the amount of writing I am not doing. It feels like not thinking, even when I know they are not really, exactly the same thing. I have come to believe sincerely that I would be a lot more productive if I didn't need to hold down a job. Also if I were not on a full week of the same headache, I imagine. It has lost its novelty.
In nicer news, I had smut gifted to me on AO3: "Until I'm Fire and Flight." I don't know the canon and I don't care.
spatch took a number of pictures and considered how he would use it to stage outdoor theater. I hope he gets the chance.I continue to be surrealistically tired. I watched a movie impulsively for the first time in weeks, and now want to write about it, which does nothing for the queue of movies I have already not written about. I feel terrible about the amount of writing I am not doing. It feels like not thinking, even when I know they are not really, exactly the same thing. I have come to believe sincerely that I would be a lot more productive if I didn't need to hold down a job. Also if I were not on a full week of the same headache, I imagine. It has lost its novelty.
In nicer news, I had smut gifted to me on AO3: "Until I'm Fire and Flight." I don't know the canon and I don't care.
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One for framing.
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Thank you!
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Thank you! I have good role models in our cats.
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2) How would you describe the sound of Ancient Greek?
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It's stupid.
2) How would you describe the sound of Ancient Greek?
Huh. Keeping in mind that I have never heard it spoken in any of its dialects as it should have been, percussive and sea-washed.