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Out on the rocks by Cohasset, in the night
Briefly, because it has been the kind of day mostly occupied by errands and work—
1. My poems "Aristeia" and "Godfather Drosselmeyer" have been accepted by Fantastique Unfettered. The first is the poem I wrote with a migraine in December; the second was written for Shaun O'Brien of the New York City Ballet. They are a new market for me. I am rather pleased.
2. I had dinner in Providence last night. My brother informs me that he once drove to Portland for a lobster roll, so apparently I still have some ways to go in the food-related road trip stakes, but it was a very pleasant way to wind up a day that had involved rather more waiting for buses in sudden tropical showers than I had expected from waking up in New England: I piled into a small red car named Ohtori with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rushthatspeaks, gaudior, and a visiting rax and we all drove to Julian's. Rush and I last ate there one eventful weekend in 2010; we count it as our first date. They had astonishing food and the most entertaining bathroom either of us had ever seen. Neither disappointed on return. They had just changed their menu that night, so I think we got some experimenter's attentiveness from our waitstaff, but the people around me were ordering things like corned seitan and saffron-olive bulgur and buckwheat pancakes with duck confit and piñon ice cream and all indications were favorable. I had a chimichurri steak pizza with queso fresco on naan, which should not have worked at all. It did not surprise me that the jalapeño goat cheese grits were delicious, but I was still really glad to have ordered them. Gaudior can vouch for their lemongrass basil sorbet; Rush ordered something that was indeed not a Boston cream pie, but it was glazed with Nutella, so I really didn't care. It is now a definite thing that I like Becherovka. We had to drive back to Boston immediately afterward, because Rax had a poker date and Gaudior has a job, but they dropped me in Davis Square and I met derspatchel and a table of Post-Meridianers at The Painted Burro, which is how I found out that someone whom I last saw at the baby shower for my god-daughter (who at that time was going by the name of Figment and is now two and a half years old and tall) is playing the female lead in The Day the Earth Stood Still. The interconnectedness of my world is just getting silly.
3. The Day the Earth Stood Still is the second half of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular, which I am going to hear tonight. Come if you're in the area (on the right planet, in the correct dimension)! The first half is an episode ofderspatchel's Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder, in which he also performs as Dr. Albert Alberts. teenybuffalo, I know I still owe you a mad scientist poem. It's going to be sap, I'm just warning you.
My brother got a full-time job and was so happy about it, he talked to me for half an hour before going back to the garage to finish the knife he was making. I return to my much less interesting work.
1. My poems "Aristeia" and "Godfather Drosselmeyer" have been accepted by Fantastique Unfettered. The first is the poem I wrote with a migraine in December; the second was written for Shaun O'Brien of the New York City Ballet. They are a new market for me. I am rather pleased.
2. I had dinner in Providence last night. My brother informs me that he once drove to Portland for a lobster roll, so apparently I still have some ways to go in the food-related road trip stakes, but it was a very pleasant way to wind up a day that had involved rather more waiting for buses in sudden tropical showers than I had expected from waking up in New England: I piled into a small red car named Ohtori with
rushthatspeaks, gaudior, and a visiting rax and we all drove to Julian's. Rush and I last ate there one eventful weekend in 2010; we count it as our first date. They had astonishing food and the most entertaining bathroom either of us had ever seen. Neither disappointed on return. They had just changed their menu that night, so I think we got some experimenter's attentiveness from our waitstaff, but the people around me were ordering things like corned seitan and saffron-olive bulgur and buckwheat pancakes with duck confit and piñon ice cream and all indications were favorable. I had a chimichurri steak pizza with queso fresco on naan, which should not have worked at all. It did not surprise me that the jalapeño goat cheese grits were delicious, but I was still really glad to have ordered them. Gaudior can vouch for their lemongrass basil sorbet; Rush ordered something that was indeed not a Boston cream pie, but it was glazed with Nutella, so I really didn't care. It is now a definite thing that I like Becherovka. We had to drive back to Boston immediately afterward, because Rax had a poker date and Gaudior has a job, but they dropped me in Davis Square and I met derspatchel and a table of Post-Meridianers at The Painted Burro, which is how I found out that someone whom I last saw at the baby shower for my god-daughter (who at that time was going by the name of Figment and is now two and a half years old and tall) is playing the female lead in The Day the Earth Stood Still. The interconnectedness of my world is just getting silly.3. The Day the Earth Stood Still is the second half of the Post-Meridian Radio Players' Spring Sci-Fi Spectacular, which I am going to hear tonight. Come if you're in the area (on the right planet, in the correct dimension)! The first half is an episode of
derspatchel's Red Shift: Interplanetary Do-Gooder, in which he also performs as Dr. Albert Alberts. teenybuffalo, I know I still owe you a mad scientist poem. It's going to be sap, I'm just warning you.My brother got a full-time job and was so happy about it, he talked to me for half an hour before going back to the garage to finish the knife he was making. I return to my much less interesting work.
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Thank you!
Jalapeno goat's cheese grits? Yum.
I realized while in New York a few weeks ago that I have been really, really missing grits with cheese. The simple solution is that I should start making it for meals, but instead I just seem to keep ordering it wherever I find it on menus.
Er, this seems a bit indelicate to ask, but what was so entertaining about the bathroom?
The walls are lined with Pez dispensers and action figures—as
Figment is an excellent name for a kid. That really makes me smile.
My god-daughter's parents are great.
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The walls are lined with Pez dispensers and action figures—as [info]rushthatspeaks informed us, not just Star Wars action figures, but Turkish Star Wars action figures, which is an amazing level of geekery for a sort of mad American whatthehell restaurant—and there is a small television bolted into an alcove, which two years ago was playing episodes of original Star Trek and this time around was playing advertisements for Voltron cards. There is also a sort of Elfquest painting on the walls, although mostly it consisted of Cutter shooting arrows into the toilet. I don't remember it from the last time.
That sounds like the bathroom that should be just off Howl's bedroom in the movie version of Howl's Moving Castle. I should like to see this at some point.
Also, it was really lovely to have a real conversation with you this weekend, even if I did have to run off at what felt like the perpetual halfway point.
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I suspect that can be arranged. We should just make sure the food will not kill you.
Also, it was really lovely to have a real conversation with you this weekend, even if I did have to run off at what felt like the perpetual halfway point.
There will be more conversations! And the planet will continue to become tinier, because apparently that's what it does these days . . .
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Given that they seem to be a non-kosher restaurant, I think salad with some specification and alterations will suffice.
There will be more conversations! And the planet will continue to become tinier, because apparently that's what it does these days . . .
It does seem to. I have yet to call
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They are extremely vegetarian- and vegan-friendly, which should help.
I have yet to call batyatoon and break her brain, but I will probably wait until Wednesday when I see her in person, unless one of the other parties tells her first.
Heh. Let me know if there are resulting fireworks.