I'd tell you the whole story, but you wouldn't believe me if I did

I aten't dead. I have had the main theme to The Magnificent Seven (1960) stuck in my head on and off for a week now, which is not an optimal situation. It's been suggested that I attempt to drive it out with some other earworm, but I'm a little concerned they'd just crossbreed.

Today: saw the Hokusai exhibit at the MFA with rushthatspeaks, had adzuki bean ice cream at Gracie's, was shown the magnificence of nature that is David Attenborough and the greater bird of paradise. Ended up seeing Mad Max: Fury Road (2015) for the second time in theaters and the first time in the main house of the Somerville Theatre, where it was very loud. Was joined by derspatchel for about half an hour after he got off work and before he made a seltzer run to Store 18, during which time we were the only people in the balcony. Am now awake because I had a three-hour conversation when I was just expecting to go home, noodle around on the computer, go to bed; I regret nothing.

In short, an unexpectedly social and not at all unpleasant day. Now if I can just get to sleep before the jackhammers wake up. ladymondegreen, I think they're an invasive species.

She shook a black tambourine in my seasick dreams

My poem "Antique Water Magic" is now online at inkscrawl. The title comes from a pair of earrings by elisem; Denis Forkas' "The Triton's Mirror" also played a part. This is the liminal issue and it does not stint on all sorts of voices between. Bogi Takács is guest-editing the next issue, "Atypical Weather": I look forward to that already. In the meantime, check this one out!

I think I slept last night. I don't think it was for more than a couple of hours. The cats whined, scratched, and occasionally hurled themselves at the bedroom door until we finally let them in, at which point the jackhammers woke up for the day and so did I. The neighbors across the street will have to run out of driveway eventually, right?