And the way the sunlight plays upon her hair

[sovay]

This morning at the bank I discovered that an account I had thought closed years ago was not only still open, it contained enough money for me to stop worrying about whether I really could afford this trip to the ICFA or not. I just got back from Wilson Farms, where I walked afterward to pick up pears for (the infamous mouse-attracting) pear cake, and from last week's snow and freezing rain, all of a sudden it's turned spring, clear slanting light, breezes that smell of damp earth, watercolor contrails of cloud across the horizon rather than the white-out blue of winter, frozen to the back of the sky. Someone explain to me why this weather makes me want to translate Catullus.

My poem "The Firework-Makers" has been accepted by Lone Star Stories. It's not Catullus, but it makes me happy.

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[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Well that's quite a commute you've got to grad school then...

Speaking about that idiosyncratic surname, are you guys related to the general secretary of the socialist party of England"?

Do you know that house I'm talking about? If I ever come and meet up with you, I'll take you walking there. And show you the house on Mass Ave that my grandmother got married from, too :-D

[sovay]

Speaking about that idiosyncratic surname, are you guys related to the general secretary of the socialist party of England"?

At some distance, yes. Except for one branch that seems to be the result of a census-taker who couldn't spell, all the Taaffes are related.

Do you know that house I'm talking about? If I ever come and meet up with you, I'll take you walking there.

Off the top of my head, I do not know the house, so I look forward to the guided tour!

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

well then, it's a deal. During the Readercon weekend, maybe, if not sooner.