Out on the rocks by Cohasset, in the night

Briefly, because it has been the kind of day mostly occupied by errands and work—

1. My poems "Aristeia" and "Godfather Drosselmeyer" have been accepted by Fantastique Unfettered. The first is the poem I wrote with a migraine in December; the second was written for Shaun O'Brien of the New York City Ballet. They are a new market for me. I am rather pleased.

2. I had dinner in Providence last night. My brother informs me that he once drove to Portland for a lobster roll, so apparently I still have some ways to go in the food-related road trip stakes, but it was a very pleasant way to wind up a day that had involved rather more waiting for buses in sudden tropical showers than I had expected from waking up in New England: I piled into a small red car named Ohtori with rushthatspeaks, gaudior, and a visiting rax and we all drove to Julian's. Rush and I last ate there one eventful weekend in 2010; we count it as our first date. They had astonishing food and the most entertaining bathroom either of us had ever seen. Neither disappointed on return. They had just changed their menu that night, so I think we got some experimenter's attentiveness from our waitstaff, but the people around me were ordering things like corned seitan and saffron-olive bulgur and buckwheat pancakes with duck confit and piñon ice cream and all indications were favorable. I had a chimichurri steak pizza with queso fresco on naan, which should not have worked at all. It did not surprise me that the jalapeño goat cheese grits were delicious, but I was still really glad to have ordered them. Gaudior can vouch for their lemongrass basil sorbet; Rush ordered something that was indeed not a Boston cream pie, but it was glazed with Nutella, so I really didn't care. It is now a definite thing that I like Becherovka. We had to drive back to Boston immediately afterward, because Rax had a poker date and Gaudior has a job, but they dropped me in Davis Square and I met derspatchel and a table of Post-Meridianers at The Painted Burro, which is how I found out that someone whom I last saw at the baby shower for my god-daughter (who at that time was going by the name of Figment and is now two and a half years old and tall) is playing the female lead in The Day the Earth Stood Still. The interconnectedness of my world is just getting silly.

3. The Day the Earth Stood Still is the second half of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular, which I am going to hear tonight. Come if you're in the area (on the right planet, in the correct dimension)! The first half is an episode of derspatchel's Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder, in which he also performs as Dr. Albert Alberts. teenybuffalo, I know I still owe you a mad scientist poem. It's going to be sap, I'm just warning you.

My brother got a full-time job and was so happy about it, he talked to me for half an hour before going back to the garage to finish the knife he was making. I return to my much less interesting work.