Empty as a mirror, empty as the harbor and the barber's chair

My poems "Censorship" and "The Marriage He Saw Beneath the Shade" are now available in the latest issue of The Cascadia Subduction Zone. The first of these is a ghost poem for Cato and Adresteia, the second was written for ashlyme, Arthur Machen, and that statue of Pan. All content becomes free six months after publication, but in the meantime both print and electronic issues can be ordered inexpensively here. The PDF landed in my inbox last night.

Restaurant discovery of the week: Beantown Taqueria in Cambridge, just past the MIT Museum on Mass. Ave. rushthatspeaks and I went there for dinner last night after poking around on the Globe's (heavily paywalled, no points) Cheap Eats section and liking the sound of "Mexican Soul Food." Half the menu is Mexican, half Tex-Mex; they make about half a dozen dishes per side and based on the three we ordered, they're just incredibly solid. I had the enchiladas al pastor, Rush had carnitas flautas, we split a chile relleno. Should probably order their flan next time, as Toscanini's being out of sour cherry sorbet initiated a miniature DessertQuest 2013 which ended in our trying the falooda from the Dosa Factory and learning that neither of us actually likes cold noodles in our otherwise milkshake-like dessert. (It's a noodle-based drink! It says so right there on Wikipedia! It didn't on the menu! We drank the bits that were milky, flavored with rose or cardamom syrup, and topped with what must have been basil seeds. The Bangladeshi version with pandan and coconut sounds amazing, so long as I can get it without black tea.)

Before we left, Rush showed me their photos of the interior of Neuschwanstein, Byzantine-chapel throne room full of Arthurian iconography and all. Most times when you get a look into somebody's id through architecture, it's a lot easier to interpret than that.

Otherwise I am kind of badly overpeopled, underslept, and heading into the major convention of my year with a summer hell-cold, which is what spending this entire afternoon at home is for. So long as my voice holds, I think I'll be all right.

[edit] Dude! It's Tesla's birthday! Do something mad science-y today for him.