I'll ascend into your heaven while I'm treading in your sea

[sovay]

My poem "Reliquiae" is now online at The Pedestal Magazine. It is for nineweaving, who showed me a picture of Seahenge.

(Now I want to know if Elizabeth P. Glixman is related to my mother's side of the family . . .)

I am not yet home; there will be updates soon. For now, I shall state only that strange_selkie and darthrami and their three cats are made of awesome, and so were those cinnamon buns. Also, Jason Isaacs.

Mr. Darling had been practicing small talk all afternoon.

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Congratulations. Let me know if I can assist in any half-resurrections.

Though, looking at the Wikipedia entry for "Fasti" (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fasti) (as I had to, for my ignorance), I see that you might have left your poem unfinished.

By the way, I drove all over town to-day looking for The Secret of Roan Inish. Looks like I'll have to order it online . . . Part of the problem was that a lot of the stores I tried to go to were closed, all of a sudden. How many clothing stores do we need in this world?

[sovay]

Though, looking at the Wikipedia entry for "Fasti" (as I had to, for my ignorance),

It doesn't seem to be a widely-known entry in the catalogue of Ovid, but I love it—ritual calendars and slightly snarky storytelling, what's not to like?

I see that you might have left your poem unfinished.

It was a near thing . . .

Part of the problem was that a lot of the stores I tried to go to were closed, all of a sudden. How many clothing stores do we need in this world?

Over the last few years, Lexington Center has been quietly turning into a crossroads full of banks. I am unutterably depressed by this.