What a state to wait till eight

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1. The release party for The Drowning Girl was a great deal of fun. I went down on the commuter rail, which gave me a beautiful view: late clear light throwing Wyeth shadows, that slightly milky blue sky that dusts down to green at the horizon. There was a daymoon over the roofs of Providence as I walked from the train station to the bookstore, hiking up Angell Street. (With no recourse to the internet! I got directions from the Amtrak ticket sellers and made up the rest. I felt very old-school. Or at least studenty.) There was discussion, reading, the book trailer, signing, and then greygirlbeast, humglum, readingthedark, (briefly Brian Evenson) and I all went out for really spectacular Indian food. Geoffrey drove me back to the train afterward and I read Vanessa Gebbie's The Coward's Tale (2011) on the way home. There was not nearly enough time for conversation, but it was good. I am also planning to attend Caitlín's signing next week at Pandemonium, as so should you. Go read her poem "Atlantis" in the meantime.

2. There is an exhibit at Bletchley Park called The Life and Works of Alan Turing. The future's too slow; we want teleportation now.

3. Courtesy of handful_ofdust: Roddy McDowall reads H.P. Lovecraft. "The Outsider" and "The Hound." He's perfect—that fine-pointed, high-strung voice. I feel I must reciprocate by offering James Mason with "The Tell-Tale Heart."

4. Tiny Wittgenstein seems to have been temporarily replaced by Tiny Cast of Several Musical Comedies. Or maybe he's just hanging out on the other shoulder, enjoying the dance numbers. (Am so going to New York in April to see this, I should mention.)

5. You can wake yourself up really quickly eating leftover vindaloo for breakfast, especially if it turns out it was left over for capsaicin-related reasons.

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I'm very happy that you had fun at the release party and spectacular Indian food afterwards.

The future's too slow; we want teleportation now.

Definitely.

4. Tiny Wittgenstein seems to have been temporarily replaced by Tiny Cast of Several Musical Comedies.

I reckon that's a good thing.

5. You can wake yourself up really quickly eating leftover vindaloo for breakfast, especially if it turns out it was left over for capsaicin-related reasons.

I'll have to hold that in mind. For some reason I'm always tempted to eat leftover jambalaya for breakfast, but I never end up doing it, probably because it always seems as if it's being saved for another night's supper.

I'm told waking up quickly is one excuse for eating pickles at breakfast in Japanese (maybe Korean as well?) culture.*

*Pickles are often found in Scandinavian breakfast spreads, but I have no idea if they're meant for the purpose of stimulating the nervous system, or if they're simply there because people like and expect them. They're better than gjetost, and that's good enough for me.

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I reckon that's a good thing.

It really, really is.

For some reason I'm always tempted to eat leftover jambalaya for breakfast, but I never end up doing it, probably because it always seems as if it's being saved for another night's supper.

I have never really gotten the hang of breakfast; either I don't eat for hours after I get up or I eat something sufficiently peculiar I'm not sure it should count. I don't even eat breakfast foods later in the day, unless it's crepes or something.

And then every now and then I just really want a bowl of oatmeal and I usually wind up eating it for dinner.

They're better than gjetost, and that's good enough for me.

I love gjetost! hans_the_bold introduced me to it. It's like candy in cheese form.

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It really, really is.

Excellent.

I have never really gotten the hang of breakfast; either I don't eat for hours after I get up or I eat something sufficiently peculiar I'm not sure it should count.

I reckon even peculiar things count, somehow. Unless of course you'd truly wish them not to.

After all, there are people who eat cold pizza for breakfast, which makes me shudder. By the same token, parts of my ideal breakfast, especially the black and white pudding part, make some of them shudder. And I've never figured out why everyone who eats eggs and pork products for breakfast doesn't fill out the set with grilled tomatoes.

And then every now and then I just really want a bowl of oatmeal and I usually wind up eating it for dinner.

Very traditional, that. At least if there's salt included.

I love gjetost! [info]hans_the_bold introduced me to it. It's like candy in cheese form.

Hmm, I'm tempted to offer a trade: my share of gjetost for your share of cruciferous vegetables.

I've mixed feelings about gjetost,* actually. I sort of like the first bite, but afterwards the combination of cheese with sweet and sticky begins to bother me. I suspect I should consume it as shavings, perhaps over something or other that would balance it, before I reject it entirely.

*I can't speak to brunost as a whole, having not had other varieties.