Where the wailing of a baby meets the footsteps of the dead

[sovay]

Our room looks like the Classics Library exploded and then a dormitory moved in to colonize the wreckage. yuki_onna, grailquestion, godlyperspectiv, and I are all sharing space, and the amount of technology in this single hotel room is staggering. We've got cellphones, laptops, iPods, coffee makers . . . I think we're creating a kind of post-student singularity here. If we don't all collapse into total bohemia by Monday night, I'll be very worried.

I think I have the complete works of Greg Nagy piled underneath the fold-out suitcase thing. And a lot of Homeric epic. This mixes uneasily with E.T.A. Hoffmann. If I let them reproduce, I will have hexametric Kreisleriana.

On second thought . . .

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[justbeast.livejournal.com]

Hey you. :)

I set out to write a quick email, saying that we're back in Cleveland, and that it was /great/ meeting you (after hearing so much about you from Cat).
But then I realized I don't know your email. So.. hi! :) And drop me a line at dmitri AT zagidulin.net, so I know yours.

[sovay]

Hey! Your icon looks a lot better in color. What exactly is it?

It was great to meet you, too: the both of you are going right to the top of my list of Extremely Awesome People. (To be distinguished from Really Cool People, a la Good Omens. There were not enough motorcycles in the room for that. A good thing, I think. I don't know where we'd have stashed them.) Unfortunately, you're also now on my list of Extremely Awesome People Who Live Too Far Away For Convenient Hanging Out, but there is always Livejournal to deal with that.

And e-mail, which is on its way.

[justbeast.livejournal.com]

Thank you! >:)

The icon is a doggie from some kind of New Zealand legend. When the first settlers (a famous chief or adventurer) came to this one island, they brought their dog with them. I think they were at sea for a long time, and as soon as they hit ground, the dog jumped out and ran away. I think they tried to look for the dog, but ended up not finding him, but ever after, just heard him howling and barking in the bush during the nights.
So.. it's some kind of legendary dog, but I forget the details, and I just thought the painting was awesome (and often represents my internal state of mind -- the vivid colors, and a beastly and friendly dog with sharp teeth).

[sovay]

That's pretty awesome. I have a book of New Zealand myths and legends at home in New Haven; I'll have to look up the full story now.