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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! I woke up to them.
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Another very delicious-sounding restaurant write-up...
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Jalapeno goat's cheese grits? Yum.
Er, this seems a bit indelicate to ask, but what was so entertaining about the bathroom?
Figment is an excellent name for a kid. That really makes me smile.
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Congrats on the sales.
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That sounds a lovely dinner. I'm glad you had it.
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That sounds brilliant. I hope you've had a lovely time.
I went to a concert by a trio composed of, on vocals, one FB friend who shares my surname, but is probably no relation (it was our first face-to-face meeting), one longtime friend of mine on guitar, and a fiddler who felt sure we'd met before, and I likewise, but we can't figure out where it would've been.*
The singer and I spent quite a while chatting in Irish (my end) and Scots Gaelic (her end). We more or less managed to understand each other.
Congratulations to your brother on the job! I don't believe you've ever mentioned that he made knives before. That's something I approve of. Does he forge (or make by stock removal) his own blades? I've never got to that point of advancement, but I've made handles and sheaths for a few blades.
*It's just possible that it could be a matter of his having met some identical cousin of mine, as he came up in same part of North Carolina my great-grandfather** was born in. That's pretty much the part of my ancestry which I take my looks from.
**He married a woman from West Virginia. Her people were part of essentially the same Southern plantation-holding (I'm tempted to say "squireen".) class, but, unlike his people, they'd fought for the Union. Neither family was too pleased about this, which is why they ended up in Chicago.
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I'll convey your congratulations. He was cheerful even as he was heading back to Swampscott.
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Thank you!
I am in a good mood. I'm still a bit terrified of getting used to this state in case it goes away, but it's been several months and you know, I kind of like waking up in the morning and being able to imagine a day.
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Thank you!
That sounds brilliant. I hope you've had a lovely time.
Hell, yes.
Congratulations to your brother on the job! I don't believe you've ever mentioned that he made knives before. That's something I approve of. Does he forge (or make by stock removal) his own blades?
I believe this was a previously forged blade, but he was making it a pretty sweet handle. There was a lot of woodworking.
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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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Thank you!
Another very delicious-sounding restaurant write-up...
If I had a teleporter, I'd share it!
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I remain impressed every time I see her. Eventually she will go to college and my head will just explode.
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(edited to add:) And this is why I should not click on Post Comment before I finish thinking :P Congratulations on the poetry sales. I know it's not an easy market generally. And I wish your brother the best on his new job. I hope he finds the work interesting, fulfilling, and economically useful.
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I'm coming to the matinée this afternoon. It appears I did not hate it.
Congratulations on the poetry sales. I know it's not an easy market generally. And I wish your brother the best on his new job. I hope he finds the work interesting, fulfilling, and economically useful.
Heh. Thank you! I'll tell my brother, too.
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You're welcome!
Hell, yes.
Excellent.
I believe this was a previously forged blade, but he was making it a pretty sweet handle. There was a lot of woodworking.
Coolness. If he decides to put up pics somewhere, I'd love to see them.
I need to do some of that, myself. I've a pair of nice Swedish laminated-steel blades that need handles.
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Adding my voice to the sale congratulations.
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Heh.
The man rocks a lab coat, but either those paisley shirts go or I do.
Adding my voice to the sale congratulations.
Thank you!
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You win some, you lose some.
BTW, your linking to the PM Players' website helped me to notice that they're taking submissions for scary radio plays for this Halloween. I haven't any clever original ideas, but I can definitely come up with an adaptation or two from classic authors--and I haven't scripted a play in ages. On my list of things to do.
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I saw some fantastic knives at the market the other weekend, with Damascened blades and recycled-gumtree handles. I have a mental picture of your brother turning out something similar. Yay job!
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Thank you! I'm glad to share it with you.
Actually, is that an all-Cabal lineup?
Dude. Looks like it! Already our stealthy takeover begins.
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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 am actually very fond of Rob's assortment of terrible, horrible, no-good, very bad shirts—they've been a feature of at least two of his characters I've seen and he wears them well, insofar as there are values of "well" which apply. There are also ties of similar pattern. They don't go together.
BTW, your linking to the PM Players' website helped me to notice that they're taking submissions for scary radio plays for this Halloween. I haven't any clever original ideas, but I can definitely come up with an adaptation or two from classic authors--and I haven't scripted a play in ages. On my list of things to do.
Go for it!
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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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Thank you.
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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.
Thanks!
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Of course! And I hope to see you in the fall show!