Fringe and mathematics

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So there goes my attention span. greygirlbeast inveigled me into Second Life yesterday with the promise of fire-dancing, and I was not disappointed. I meant to go back and see her after the show, but I crashed instead; I feel as though I should bring apologetic flowers next time. I still do not have a computer of my own (and the one I am currently sharing has almost nothing to speak of in the way of a video card), so my appearances in the Metaverse are likely to be infrequent, but if you run into a brown-haired woman in a rust-colored jacket at the Dark Goddess, there's a decent chance it's me.

My poem "In Ellipsis" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium. It was previously one of my oldest unpublished poems and possibly the only one from that period that I still considered viable, so I am very glad it has found a home.

Lastly, a meme picked up from stillsostrange:

Name a CD you own that you think no-one else on your friendslist does:

Hah. I don't think anything I listen to is particularly obscure (and I am not counting recordings made from family or personal performances, which no one else would have a chance to own). Let's try the original cast recording of A Family Affair (1962) with Shelley Berman, Rita Gardner, Larry Kert, and lyrics and music by William Goldman and John Kander. If that fails, I nominate the self-titled Van Dik Hout (1994), which is Dutch rock.

Name a book you own that you think no-one else on your friendslist does:

The contraband 1928 (tenth printing, Shakespeare and Company) edition of James Joyce's Ulysses that I inherited from my grandmother.

Name a movie you own on DVD/VHS/whatever that you think no-one else on your friendslist does:

Not a chance . . . In hopes of strangeness, the film adaptation of Gian Carlo Menotti's The Medium (1951) with Marie Powers and Anna Maria Alberghetti.

Name a place that you have visited that you think no-one else on your friendslist has:

Taaffe's Castle in Carlingford, County Louth, Ireland. It is in reality a fortified townhouse near the harbor, but that didn't stop us from visiting it in the summer of 2004.

Name a piece of technology or any sort of tool you own that you think no-one else on your friendslist has:

The mortar and pestle once owned by my great-grandfather, who ran a pharmacy in Brooklyn. Otherwise it's back to the three-hundred-year-old onion bottle, which is a very loose definition of "technology" indeed.

I am sure there are much stranger things in my household, but it's like walking into a used book store without a search-list: the mind goes blank and you wind up staring at the poetry shelves until you realize that volume down near the end was written by the former Pope, and that's weird enough.

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[clarionj.livejournal.com]

The contraband 1928 (tenth printing, Shakespeare and Company) edition of James Joyce's Ulysses that I inherited from my grandmother.

Oh, you lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky lucky

(I'm going to think more about what you have and what I have after I meet this work deadline!)

Lucky

[thewriteratwork.livejournal.com]

The contraband 1928 (tenth printing, Shakespeare and Company) edition of James Joyce's Ulysses...

WOW. That is...amazingawesomeunbelievableincredible. Your grandmother must have been a fascinating woman!

[lesser-celery.livejournal.com]

My poem "In Ellipsis" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium.

Congratulations.

What would happen if a person mixed World of Warcraft with Second Life?

[rushthatspeaks.livejournal.com]

I own a mortar and pestle.

Also I really need to read Ulysses.

[setsuled.livejournal.com]

My poem "In Ellipsis" has been accepted by Mythic Delirium.

Congratulations.

I bought a copy of Postcards from the Province of Hyphens last week, by the way. I'm enjoying it so far. The first few poems have been incredibly sexy, though I'm sure you've been told that before. It's a bittersweet read, as it seems to exacerbate my sexual frustrations.

I read from it just before falling asleep last night and I ended up dreaming about a young Daryl Hannah working in a costume store in a bad part of town. She was having an affair with a black haired girl. Towards the end of the dream, Hannah double-crossed the girl and left her naked with two 1920s gangsters on an abandoned garbage scow, which was then sent floating out to sea.

personal performances

I don't suppose there are mp3s of those . . . ?

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

Interesting meme--I may have to borrow it.

Fascinating list you've got, especially the Taaffe's Castle--I've been through Carbury, which is supposedly associated with my family name, but it's pretty tenuous altogether. Fortified houses are close enough to castles for government work, I think.

I think an onion bottle could count as technology, although the mortar and pestle is very cool. We've got my grandfather's adding machine, which is considerably less interesting. ;-)

[ewein2412]

hah!!! I have got a mortar and pestle that belonged to MY great-grandfather the pharmacist!!!

strange world. I hope you're feeling better, too.