Yesterday I did almost nothing at all, which considering how much interaction my last four to six days involved (my God, it's like a social life) was actually fine. I had a voice lesson. I watched some Caprica (2010). I got paid for a poem. I proofread a book.
Today was also quiet: I met Matthew Timmins in Porter Square and we got lunch in the form of sushi from Miso Market (very tasty, befitting their nice writeup in the Boston Globe) and talked for hours about a variety of things not limited to alternate histories or umbrellas and including his unpublished, terrific novel, which took off the top of my head over the weekend.
rushthatspeaks called while we were discussing either family geographies or Paranoia, but I called them back on the bus.
I came home and seem to have celebrated this year's Valentine's Day by watching The Ladykillers (1955) and eating pizza. I can't tell what conclusions to draw from that, except that Criterion should put out a box set of Sandy Mackendrick. Alec Guinness plays a wonderful Alastair Sim.
Today was also quiet: I met Matthew Timmins in Porter Square and we got lunch in the form of sushi from Miso Market (very tasty, befitting their nice writeup in the Boston Globe) and talked for hours about a variety of things not limited to alternate histories or umbrellas and including his unpublished, terrific novel, which took off the top of my head over the weekend.
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I came home and seem to have celebrated this year's Valentine's Day by watching The Ladykillers (1955) and eating pizza. I can't tell what conclusions to draw from that, except that Criterion should put out a box set of Sandy Mackendrick. Alec Guinness plays a wonderful Alastair Sim.