A static shot of mad propulsion stood convulsing in one spot
The nicest part of this afternoon was eating cider donuts and a pastrami Rachel half the size of my head while sitting next to ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
spatch on one of the park benches at the intersection of Congress and North Streets that does not contain a slightly heroic bronze statue of Mayor James Michael Curley. We had hit up the Boston Public Market for a post-medical meal for the first time in four years and would walk afterward to Park Street in order to catch the Red Line. The occasion of being out and about in downtown Boston was a dental emergency which turned out to be of a rather different nature than we had thought in the morning, although in many ways a more hopeful one once we can figure out the finances. I had not at all missed the experience of rush hour on the Red Line, but I never get tired of the Charles.
Lowering at the corner of Tremont and Beacon.
The Harvard crimson of Park Street Under.
Charles Babbage is alive and well and flyering T stations in Somerville.
I have been very flat since getting home, but had a nice conversation withrushthatspeaks and am about to endeavor to eat an apple dumpling which has been baking in the toaster. Mermaidish things have arrived in the mail from both minoanmiss and yhlee. Perhaps tomorrow will be unexciting.
P.S. In the meantime, I can listen to Chappell Roan's "Red Wine Supernova (Magician's Cut)" (2023) courtesy of Rush and Alana Henderson's "On Board (feat. Joshua Burnside)" (2019) courtesy ofradiantfracture, for a double bill of queerness and sea.
spatch on one of the park benches at the intersection of Congress and North Streets that does not contain a slightly heroic bronze statue of Mayor James Michael Curley. We had hit up the Boston Public Market for a post-medical meal for the first time in four years and would walk afterward to Park Street in order to catch the Red Line. The occasion of being out and about in downtown Boston was a dental emergency which turned out to be of a rather different nature than we had thought in the morning, although in many ways a more hopeful one once we can figure out the finances. I had not at all missed the experience of rush hour on the Red Line, but I never get tired of the Charles.
Lowering at the corner of Tremont and Beacon.
The Harvard crimson of Park Street Under.
Charles Babbage is alive and well and flyering T stations in Somerville.
I have been very flat since getting home, but had a nice conversation with
rushthatspeaks and am about to endeavor to eat an apple dumpling which has been baking in the toaster. Mermaidish things have arrived in the mail from both minoanmiss and yhlee. Perhaps tomorrow will be unexciting.P.S. In the meantime, I can listen to Chappell Roan's "Red Wine Supernova (Magician's Cut)" (2023) courtesy of Rush and Alana Henderson's "On Board (feat. Joshua Burnside)" (2019) courtesy of
radiantfracture, for a double bill of queerness and sea.
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Thank you for the introduction to Yard Act via this very fine subject line.
I like particularly the geometry of the first image and the tactility of the second.
I am deeply envious of the sandwich.
I believe I stumbled over the following nautical song while looking for another tune you mentioned. I keep meaning to mention this one, but then feeling unsure if it would suit: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OS3Hi2gge3U
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I like the photos, though, and I am glad there was at least something to enjoy in the unwanted trip. <3
Btw, someone on tumblr has uncovered what appears to be confirmation of the existence of the 1964 ITV Crime & Punishment that was responsible for setting David Collings off to suffer, cry, die and murder his way through Brit TV for the next few decades:
https://www.tumblr.com/thisbluespirit/758409480328347648?source=share
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