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But you won't let those robots defeat me
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![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
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.
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.
So Little to do and so Much Time
I am behind on my work.
Thus inspiring me to grab this icon out of shear, shooting-one's-self-in-the-foot procrastination.
Re: So Little to do and so Much Time
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I look forward to seeing your feeble attempts at revenge!
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ah me, it's been forever and a day since I was last at the Met. (well, sixth grade. that's pretty close.) I'd be interested in seeing the new Greco-Roman galleries. have you been to the Mythic Creatures exhibit at the Museum of Natural History yet? I'm looking forward to that.
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Wow. Congratulations to him on graduating, but I'm afraid that latter feat is far more impressive.
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And glad you had a good time. Best of luck catching up with your work.
Oh, and if you're ever this ways over and have got a bit of time and nothing better to do with it, you're welcome to let me know--I can be found in New Haven, and sometimes even NYC at irregular intervals.
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