But you won't let those robots defeat me

[sovay]

Yesterday my brother graduated from college with his degree in mechanical engineering and I finished reading the entire archive of Narbonic. These events are probably not related. But he did cause two water glasses to explode by sheer proximity this morning, so I have hope.

Most of the end of last week, I spent in New Haven and New York with wind05, with whom I visited the Cloisters and the new Greco-Roman galleries at the Met and conversed until we were functionally brain-dead, schreibergasse and Grace, who kindly let me crash on their fold-out sofa for two semi-planned nights in a row (and who I blame for the resultant Narbonic binge), straussmonster, who introduced me to a song for which I must now have revenge, and hans_the_bold, chriscrick, and Bobbi, with whom I have had far too little contact for the last few months. Next time I will attempt to visit with more than a week's advance notice. But it was awesome. There was Thai food and Second Style fresco and dumpster diving and medieval Christianity, not to mention my annual reminder that the internet is not really safe even by day. I spent much of yesterday in a fractionally conscious state and am now sunburned across my cheekbones, because the ceremony started out in a downpour and drizzled off into summer-blue heat and oil-painting clouds. Last night I slept for approximately ten hours, which is almost unprecedented in the last year and a half. I have a first edition of John le Carré's Call for the Dead (1961). I am behind on my work.

It was worth it.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

How's your ravelled sleave? Reknitted, somewhat?

Nine

[sovay]

Reknitted, somewhat?

I think by now my sleeve has become permanently unraveled, and possibly I may need to throw the whole thing out and buy a cardigan. But I had a very nice time.

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

I think at this point you should be making socks and selling them for cheese, no? (Did you read that book as a kid too?)

[sovay]

(Did you read that book as a kid too?)

No! Enlighten me!

[debka-notion.livejournal.com]

I think it was called something like Socks For Supper, and was about a very poor old couple, who have no money to buy food. So the wife takes a sweater of the husband's, and she undoes enough of it to knit a pair of socks, and sells them to the neighbors for a cheese. When they're done with that one, she does so again, and again, until the sweater is all used up, and there's only enough yarn to make one sock. So she makes the one sock and goes to see if the neighbors will buy it anyways- they do, and the neighbor's wife exclaims that it's just perfect- it's just the amount of yarn that she needs to finish the sweater that she's been making from the socks.