sovay: (Psholtii: in a bad mood)
Whatever bug I have come down with, it comes with a free side of insomnia and exhaustion and my brain is AWOL. Irregularly scheduled content will return when I can sleep and think again. Last night we walked to Ball Square Liquors in order to purchase some red wine so that I could open the door to Elijah and the unknown, break matzah, let all who are hungry come and eat, let all who are enslaved be free. I paid taxes this afternoon. That's been it for excitement around here lately. Feh.
sovay: (Psholtii: in a bad mood)
Okay, I feel like hell, so here are three things that have improved my evening.

1. A rare photograph of J. Robert Oppenheimer (plus other people) in color. Oppie's the one on the left with the good eyebrows:


2. Odetta singing "Don't Think Twice, It's All Right." I've heard eight or nine versions of this song over the years—I grew up on Joan Baez's—and while most of them at least play with the idea that the narrator is trying to convince themselves as much as their ex-object of desire, Odetta's is sauntering, breezy, and genuinely could not care less. We never did too much talking anyway, so don't think twice—it's all right.

3. The way this post (courtesy of [personal profile] moon_custafer) provides a great deal of scientific information about the toxins and mechanics of the cone snail while also devolving/ascending into a paean to its apocalyptic glories.

In conclusion, Autolycus thinks it is time for bed and I should probably agree with him.

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