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The experimental marzipan-lingonberry cake went over well—at least, ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
sen_no_ongaku and sigerson seemed to want to keep it, by which I count the experiment a success and the two of them pretty awesome test subjects. I went over for dinner in the evening; they had made salad and a variant on quiche lorraine and I had the chance to talk to them outside of Tea for the first time in too many months. I explained Tiny Wittgenstein. They told me about Rinde Eckert. I repeated my disbelief at the way this year has gone so far, about which I am not complaining. Julian waved me goodnight.
On the way back from Allston, the man sitting next to me on the bus asked if the book I was reading was any good. I said it was, because it was my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #47, which arrived in the mail just in time for me to take it on another bus this afternoon along with my laptop and the cake. It contains two of my poems, "Reiselied" and "The Hero's Journey." They were written a few days apart in September; the first was a late-night takeoff from a comment byasakiyume ("I once saw a guy selling poetry by the train station") and the second a desperately sleep-deprived piece of depression in the voice of Dido in the underworld, Aeneid 6.445–474. It's a strong issue. Story-wise, I was especially struck by Daniel Kaysen's "The Glass Presence," Francesca Forrest's "Here at the End of All Things," and Mike Allen's "Twa Sisters"; for poetry, Jeff Jeppeson nails the iconography of the plague doctor in "Dr. Crow" and I don't care that she wrote it in partial response to "The Clock House," I am going to rave about Jeannelle Ferreira's "Universal Engines (for Christopher Morcom)," because it is a beautiful continuation of ghost-lives and the mechanics of spirit and love.
Todaylesser_celery and I are supposed to finish the second season of Millennium. I'll let you know if anything entertaining happens to my brain.
sen_no_ongaku and sigerson seemed to want to keep it, by which I count the experiment a success and the two of them pretty awesome test subjects. I went over for dinner in the evening; they had made salad and a variant on quiche lorraine and I had the chance to talk to them outside of Tea for the first time in too many months. I explained Tiny Wittgenstein. They told me about Rinde Eckert. I repeated my disbelief at the way this year has gone so far, about which I am not complaining. Julian waved me goodnight.On the way back from Allston, the man sitting next to me on the bus asked if the book I was reading was any good. I said it was, because it was my contributor's copy of Not One of Us #47, which arrived in the mail just in time for me to take it on another bus this afternoon along with my laptop and the cake. It contains two of my poems, "Reiselied" and "The Hero's Journey." They were written a few days apart in September; the first was a late-night takeoff from a comment by
asakiyume ("I once saw a guy selling poetry by the train station") and the second a desperately sleep-deprived piece of depression in the voice of Dido in the underworld, Aeneid 6.445–474. It's a strong issue. Story-wise, I was especially struck by Daniel Kaysen's "The Glass Presence," Francesca Forrest's "Here at the End of All Things," and Mike Allen's "Twa Sisters"; for poetry, Jeff Jeppeson nails the iconography of the plague doctor in "Dr. Crow" and I don't care that she wrote it in partial response to "The Clock House," I am going to rave about Jeannelle Ferreira's "Universal Engines (for Christopher Morcom)," because it is a beautiful continuation of ghost-lives and the mechanics of spirit and love.Today
lesser_celery and I are supposed to finish the second season of Millennium. I'll let you know if anything entertaining happens to my brain.
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Enjoy (??) Millennium! I hope nothing happens to your brain!
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I'm thinking I should get extra copies of Not One of Us, so I could hand them out to strangers--like your man on the bus.
marzipan and lingonberries... mmmm!
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Do you mind strangers on the bus asking about whatever you're reading?
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Me, too! I'm even pretty sure I could make it again!
Do you mind strangers on the bus asking about whatever you're reading?
No; I mind when strangers hit on me, but I've had great conversations based on random reading material.
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YOU MANIACS! YOU BLEW IT UP! GODDAMN YOU ALL TO HELL!
. . . Er, I mean, that was actually some very impressive television. How in hell is there a third season?
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. . . What is there to be good-natured about? It's really good!
I hope nothing happens to your brain!
I am neither dead, catatonic, insane, or six years old, so I'm ahead of the main characters!
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You are a very good ToC-companion!
I'm thinking I should get extra copies of Not One of Us, so I could hand them out to strangers--like your man on the bus.
I would have given him an extra if I'd had it. He genuinely seemed interested.
marzipan and lingonberries... mmmm!
Combination recommended. Let me know what recipe you devise.
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It's from "Sex with Ghosts" by The Secret History, the band that formed out of the breakup of My Favorite. (They were, in fact, one of my favorite bands; I got them from
"It's Not the End of the World, Jonah"
Let's go to the disco—I know Rome is burning
It's the feast of Saint Sebastian
When the butterflies get pinned
"Our Lady of Pompeii"
The ditches are full of witches
But a saint dies with her boots on
"Our Lady of Palermo"
The painted saints we carried on our sholders
While we turned our backs on him
"Our Lady of Stalingrad"
Sitting on a milk crate, waiting for someone to smother
I thought of Magdalene and I thought of my mother
When he comes, I'll think of you
"God Save the Runaways"
I know I am a monster
Just a mess of dead things all stitched together
So you probably should not see me
For I have spent all my life in this laboratory
"Death Mods"
Hollywood if she could, but she can't
And I see just now they have a new single streaming, so I'll go listen to that.
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Buy one! Support your friendly neighborhood 'zines!
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I think I will. It looks a good issue.
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I'm very glad!