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Well, we all originated in sea foam
After several missed weeks, mostly because I've been a mess, Viking Zen and I finally reconnected for Movie Night, so I brought cookies and she showed me Ponyo on the Cliff (2008).
Yes, obviously, Miyazaki, what I needed right now was a contemporary retelling of "The Little Mermaid" with Wagner and Devonian sea life and an overprotective ex-human mad scientist-magician who seems to have taken his dress cues from his wife, the red-haired, Kannon-like goddess of the sea.
No, seriously. That was exactly what I needed. I'd even spent an hour this afternoon looking through "Fiery Pool: The Maya and the Mythic Sea" at the Peabody Essex Museum after taking off my shoes to walk up and down in the surf at Revere Beach. (And cooked bluefish for dinner. Being denied Wiscon, I decided to be aggressively nice to myself, which means the sea. I just wasn't in any shape to do anything about it earlier in the weekend.) So much for a thoughtful post for Memorial Day, but I'm in a much better mood than I was even two days ago: still coughing myself blue and probably not helped by the smoke-haze from the wildfires in Quebec, but at least not landlocked. Maybe Eric and I will get back to Crane Beach for his birthday after all.
And on that note: happy birthday, my best cousin![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
gaudior, and goodnight.
Yes, obviously, Miyazaki, what I needed right now was a contemporary retelling of "The Little Mermaid" with Wagner and Devonian sea life and an overprotective ex-human mad scientist-magician who seems to have taken his dress cues from his wife, the red-haired, Kannon-like goddess of the sea.
No, seriously. That was exactly what I needed. I'd even spent an hour this afternoon looking through "Fiery Pool: The Maya and the Mythic Sea" at the Peabody Essex Museum after taking off my shoes to walk up and down in the surf at Revere Beach. (And cooked bluefish for dinner. Being denied Wiscon, I decided to be aggressively nice to myself, which means the sea. I just wasn't in any shape to do anything about it earlier in the weekend.) So much for a thoughtful post for Memorial Day, but I'm in a much better mood than I was even two days ago: still coughing myself blue and probably not helped by the smoke-haze from the wildfires in Quebec, but at least not landlocked. Maybe Eric and I will get back to Crane Beach for his birthday after all.
And on that note: happy birthday, my best cousin
gaudior, and goodnight.
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I hope you're coughing less soon--I thought of you when I heard about the southward-drifting smoke from the fires in Québec, and I'm glad it's not making your condition worse.
Happy birthday to your cousin!
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Eh. It rained torrentially last night and today, which I think has knocked most of the ash out of the air. Thank you.
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