Public transit today was terrible. I ended up walking from Park Street to the Boston Public Library because the station closed while my train was in it. ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
derspatchel, attempting to meet me for dinner shortly afterward, waited half an hour at Assembly because the snafu with the Green Line caused the Orange Line to fall over. On my way home, cautiously renegotiating my relationship with the Green Line, I waited twenty minutes at North Station for a train to Lechmere.
Within this framework of failed MBTA, however, I renewed my library card at the BPL with no difficulty whatsoever, made arrangements to return and read their non-circulating copy of Leslie Howard's Trivial Fond Records (1982), walked over to Trident while Rob was stalled on the Orange Line and read three-quarters of a novel called Wittgenstein Jr (2014) by Lars Iyer, and successfully met Rob for dinner at Sweet Cheeks Q. I got home andrushthatspeaks and gaudior showed me the next three episodes of Steven Universe (2013–) including the one with the song that is both a terrific piece of science fiction worldbuilding and a great queer anthem. One of the few Tumblrs I follow just presented me with some nice Greek sphinxes, a Roman soldier's sidearm, and another phallic windchime, this one looking oddly as though it is starring in a children's picture book. Liz Berry's "The Black Delph Bride" is one of the best poems I've read recently, a Black Country murder ballad, with water.
On balance, it has not been a bad day.
derspatchel, attempting to meet me for dinner shortly afterward, waited half an hour at Assembly because the snafu with the Green Line caused the Orange Line to fall over. On my way home, cautiously renegotiating my relationship with the Green Line, I waited twenty minutes at North Station for a train to Lechmere.Within this framework of failed MBTA, however, I renewed my library card at the BPL with no difficulty whatsoever, made arrangements to return and read their non-circulating copy of Leslie Howard's Trivial Fond Records (1982), walked over to Trident while Rob was stalled on the Orange Line and read three-quarters of a novel called Wittgenstein Jr (2014) by Lars Iyer, and successfully met Rob for dinner at Sweet Cheeks Q. I got home and
rushthatspeaks and gaudior showed me the next three episodes of Steven Universe (2013–) including the one with the song that is both a terrific piece of science fiction worldbuilding and a great queer anthem. One of the few Tumblrs I follow just presented me with some nice Greek sphinxes, a Roman soldier's sidearm, and another phallic windchime, this one looking oddly as though it is starring in a children's picture book. Liz Berry's "The Black Delph Bride" is one of the best poems I've read recently, a Black Country murder ballad, with water.On balance, it has not been a bad day.
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