There's tornadoes in Spain
Physically and emotionally, I had a frighteningly bad night and morning and at the end of this day am in more or less figuratively human shape with the help of both of my husbands and the mother of my godchild, plus my therapist, a stack of pupusas, and horchata ice cream.
spatch and
selkie having taken the day shift,
rushthatspeaks came over after work; I walked to meet him coming from the bus and we ended up at Capen Street Park.

The redbud and the forsythia are flourishing in chiasmus with the street signs.

It is that time of year when I can dive headlong into tulips again.

Whatever their funkiness, the Bradford pears make beautiful clouds.

The lilacs are just starting to break out of bud.

I do not feel in any way like a live thing, so on the assumption that I will at some future date be able to recognize myself as such, Rush-That-Speaks took this picture for the historical record.
After dinner which we ate outdoors at the Radcliffe Quad and dessert which we ate in the car with the windows down, we returned home to watch Lost Highway (1997), which I had not seen since college when it was my second David Lynch after Mulholland Drive (2001). It was as beautifully looped through itself as I remembered, though this time around I could see all the noir that had been broken down for parts and recombined into its hell-spiral. Rush played me Hank Williams' "Lost Highway" (1949) afterward. To match the film's soundtrack, WHRB had gone industrial by the time I was driving back, furnishing Cosey Fanni Tutti's "Tutti" (2019), Recoil's "Breath Control" (2000), and Pigface's "Suck" (1991), which I mistook for its later re-recording by Reznor for Nine Inch Nails. I still feel pretty shocky and a whole lot of exhausted, trapped things, but it was an objectively and subjectively loved day.

The redbud and the forsythia are flourishing in chiasmus with the street signs.

It is that time of year when I can dive headlong into tulips again.

Whatever their funkiness, the Bradford pears make beautiful clouds.

The lilacs are just starting to break out of bud.

I do not feel in any way like a live thing, so on the assumption that I will at some future date be able to recognize myself as such, Rush-That-Speaks took this picture for the historical record.
After dinner which we ate outdoors at the Radcliffe Quad and dessert which we ate in the car with the windows down, we returned home to watch Lost Highway (1997), which I had not seen since college when it was my second David Lynch after Mulholland Drive (2001). It was as beautifully looped through itself as I remembered, though this time around I could see all the noir that had been broken down for parts and recombined into its hell-spiral. Rush played me Hank Williams' "Lost Highway" (1949) afterward. To match the film's soundtrack, WHRB had gone industrial by the time I was driving back, furnishing Cosey Fanni Tutti's "Tutti" (2019), Recoil's "Breath Control" (2000), and Pigface's "Suck" (1991), which I mistook for its later re-recording by Reznor for Nine Inch Nails. I still feel pretty shocky and a whole lot of exhausted, trapped things, but it was an objectively and subjectively loved day.

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*hugs*
Thank you. I am glad of the people in my life, which does while we're on the subject include you.
Those are some more beautiful pictures!
I like taking them! Thank you.
Here are some things, which can be ignored or looked at as you wish
I am afraid that I couldn't see a couple of them due to not being on Tumblr, but the majority came through! I especially appreciate the rent-free ornithologist, Yaz's outfits, and Petherbridge/Richard.
Also random audio thing I am listening to currently, which does feel like a very strange confluence of recent interests: Keep Your Pantheon, a BBC Radio play set in Rome by David Mamet, starring Martin Jarvis. (It's gone on to be a stage play, but this does seem to be the original version.)
I can't believe I've neve heard of it. How is it? (Are there jokes older than Plautus?)
someone has found a lost episode of the BBC medical soap Emergency Ward 10 from 1966, and the cast includes a guest spot from a wee David Collings. As it is a medical thing, I feel reasonably confident that he is likely to be suffering suitably, possibly even dying. Should it ever come round on TPTV or by any means I can see it, I will let you know.
Oh, yeah, that looks like David Collings. I hope it makes itself available to you posthaste! You deserve him suffering in your life.
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I am afraid that I couldn't see a couple of them due to not being on Tumblr, but the majority came through! I especially appreciate the rent-free ornithologist, Yaz's outfits, and Petherbridge/Richard.
Sorry about that - unfortunately there doesn't seem to be an immediate way to see which ones are site-locked on tumblr. I'm glad you saw those three, because I thought you would enjoy those ones particularly!
I can't believe I've neve heard of it. How is it? (Are there jokes older than Plautus?)
I'm not very far in, but Martin Jarvis is currently having some very literal trouble not dying on stage. (I wouldn't know, lol! Very possibly?)
Oh, yeah, that looks like David Collings. I hope it makes itself available to you posthaste! You deserve him suffering in your life.
Oh, cool, thank you! He is unquestionably suffering there, indeed. I knew my faith in him would not be misplaced, not in 1966 anyway. The only question is whether or not he was also doing a little murdering on the side, as a treat.
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Thank you! I would give a lot for a time machine to that production of Busman's Honeymoon.
I'm not very far in, but Martin Jarvis is currently having some very literal trouble not dying on stage. (I wouldn't know, lol! Very possibly?)
I'll try to listen and find out. Mostly I am delighted that such a specifically combinatoric object exists.
Oh, cool, thank you! He is unquestionably suffering there, indeed. I knew my faith in him would not be misplaced, not in 1966 anyway. The only question is whether or not he was also doing a little murdering on the side, as a treat.
You're welcome! Your sentiments are apparently shared by the preservation team.
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One day
Mostly I am delighted that such a specifically combinatoric object exists.
It is funny, isn't it? I had to tell you.
You're welcome! Your sentiments are apparently shared by the preservation team.
Awww, that's lovely!
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Deal!