The sea knows where all the rocks are

I walked something like five miles today and worked until nearly five in the morning and my body does not appear to believe it needs sleep, although I am quite certain it does; I do.

derspatchel and I visited the MFA briefly tonight. There are three new galleries in the classical wing; I only got as far as the one dedicated to the art of Homeric epic before the museum closed and kicked us out, though Rob reports to my great delight that one of my favorite erotic kylices is back on display. I photographed this marble fragment of a siren through the glass:



(Phone caption as I mailed it to myself: "Mourning Siren, then we got thrown out of gallery.")

Let the river take them, river drown them

Today, some links. There may be some content later, but I am not about to promise it. derspatchel and I did get a very nice walk from Central Square to Micro Center and then along Memorial Drive to Kendall Square as the sun set and the river darkened and the clouds turned burnt rose and gold. We saw students sculling and sailing and a lot of spiders in the rails. A flock of very large white geese that turned and closed in on me like a special effect in a horror movie. I had no bread and rapidly retreated. Veggie Galaxy made me a cookies-and-cream coconut-milk shake.

1. Courtesy of strange_selkie: Broadside Ballads from the Bodleian Libraries.

2. Courtesy of handful_ofdust: "River," by Ibeyi. Yoruba doom soul. I hope there are physical CDs; I know people I need to give them to.

3. This is a rather nice fourth-century Greek olive crown, in gold.

4. I can't remember what I was doing that I had this link lying around on my desktop, but it is a funerary relief of two first-century freed slaves. Roman, legitimately married, in love. She predeceased him and, even through the formulae of a Roman woman's virtues, seems to be remembered well.

5. ladymondegreen linked me to this. Aaaaaaaaaaaagh.