sovay: (Rotwang)
sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2012-06-19 04:01 am

Pancakes are generally rolled up!

This weekend was full of bobcat. I managed to salvage that portion of Sunday which involved seeing Jack Clayton's Something Wicked This Way Comes (1983) and The Bespoke Overcoat (1956) at the Harvard Film Archive with [livejournal.com profile] gaudior and [livejournal.com profile] rushthatspeaks, and today made a huge leap forward at the point where [livejournal.com profile] derspatchel took me to dinner at The Friendly Toast and then to a late showing of Moonrise Kingdom (2012)—which I loved, better, I think, than any other Wes Anderson I've seen so far—but in general the last four days have not been among the best. I have, at least, as of this writing, a working computer with a hard drive I didn't have to pay for and all the data I backed up with extreme paranoia on Friday. There are some internet-related problems I will have to address, but not until the morning. Ditto the oh, God number of e-mails I have to answer. Kalliope, muse of epics, pray for me.

[livejournal.com profile] strange_selkie sent me this for whenever I came back online: the seven highly productive habits of Alan Turing. Don't forget about chaining your tea mug to the radiator.

Hello. I'm going to bed.

[identity profile] ladymondegreen.livejournal.com 2012-06-22 02:20 am (UTC)(link)
I'm so glad that you have a dybuk-free computer (that's the Jewish equivalent of computer gremlins, right?)

I thought of you reading Cat Valente's Silently and Very Fast for the Hugo list because in midstream she rewrites the story of Alan Turing as if it were Snow White which is something I've been wanting to do for yoinks and seems like the sort of thing that would appeal to you.

[identity profile] ladymondegreen.livejournal.com 2012-06-22 01:54 pm (UTC)(link)
I've been thinking about the image since I got an inkling of it from a Turing biography a few years ago. Perhaps a poem will come out of it. I did get a few preliminary images for a Leviathan poem yesterday.