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Most of today does not bear repeating, but in the afternoon my mother and I went to the Museum of Science and looked at the frogs: they were still beautiful. The dart-poison frogs, which look like metallic glazes. The waxy monkey frog, sitting up on its branch with delicate, unsticky fingers and opposable thumbs. Bullfrog tadpoles, fire-bellied toads; even a clawed Xenopus, whose name I learned almost twenty-five years ago from a children's abecedary, As I Was Crossing Boston Common. The Brazilian milk frog is the one that I love. Its skin is like celadon, softly watered with black; it crouches with only its throat flickering and its eyes are wide rims of gold. There are three or four of them near the beginning of the exhibit, the first frogs the visitor sees after the initial materials. I can imagine them in clay and faience. They look like things recovered from the ancient world.
On a channel that unfortunately cut for commercials, I caught the last third of The Magnificent Seven (1960) earlier tonight. I need to rewatch it and Seven Samurai (1954); I saw them both at the same time, probably not later than my first year of high school.
The Pliny moment yesterday was the Great Meadows of Arlington and Lexington, burning. Being wetlands, they should regrow soon. I still think conservation land should not be catching on fire. I imagine someone was smoking, and I wonder if I can invoke contrapasso against them.
There are not enough good stories with shape-changing and frogs.
On a channel that unfortunately cut for commercials, I caught the last third of The Magnificent Seven (1960) earlier tonight. I need to rewatch it and Seven Samurai (1954); I saw them both at the same time, probably not later than my first year of high school.
The Pliny moment yesterday was the Great Meadows of Arlington and Lexington, burning. Being wetlands, they should regrow soon. I still think conservation land should not be catching on fire. I imagine someone was smoking, and I wonder if I can invoke contrapasso against them.
There are not enough good stories with shape-changing and frogs.
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In the event (somewhat unlikely, unfortunately) that I do so find myself, I will do so. Thank you for the recommendation.
I was just thinking prose, but anything by Ursula Vernon I would totally approve.
Ah, yes. I think she actually does do some prose writing, albeit highly (and self-) illustrated--she's got a juvenile novel called Nurk which is apparently about Sorka the shrew's grandson,* and there's a funny story somewhere well back in her deviantart gallery about an elf veterinarian and an orc poet.**
I, also, would totally approve just about anything by her. (And she does draw wonderful frogs.)
*The local Borders doesn't stock it, and I'm unfortunately note flush enough to order novels simply because I'd like to look at them. If my bonnie wee cousin-once-removed Ella were old enough, I'd get it for her as a gift and read it before I sent it, but such is not the case, and I amn't close enough to any of the other cousins-with-children to do so for their offspring.
**It seems to have been dropped after six or eight chapterlets, but it looks like developing into a nicely atypical elf-orc (in the post-Tolkienian sense, rather than the Tolkienian) romance.
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I've seen a review of that! Maybe it's in a library.
and there's a funny story somewhere well back in her deviantart gallery about an elf veterinarian and an orc poet.
. . . excuse me while I look that up . . .
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It certainly should be, to the sound of it.
. . . excuse me while I look that up . . .
Enjoy! I think I said more about it below.
PS
Have you a deviantart membership? An you don't, and don't want to be bothered with it, let me know and I'll find a way to email you a copy of the one bit that's rated mature and thus lockt.