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The world would be a more colorful place with a few more Ted and Calistas
That was a parade.
There were stiltwalkers. There were masks. There was facepaint. There were puppets. There were political signs. (There were non-political signs.) There were banners. There was a lot of bird costuming, I have no idea why, but the tall draped stork masks were terrific. I also approved of the couple who dressed as mandrills, complete with pale-blue papier-mâché buttocks. Hula hoops, roller skates, wings, and banners. We were one band behind a thing that was basically a homebuilt Mari Lwyd, only it was a buffalo. On wheels. There was lots and lots and lots of brass.
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derspatchel dressed as Dr. Alberts at his sartorial worst (the blue-ringed octopus tie made an appearance) and carried a hand-lettered sign reading SCIENTISTS PREDICT! RADIO on the MOON by 1985, which regularly got him stopped for photographs. Red Shift, Interplanetary Do-Gooder put in an appearance in the person of Michael McAfee (who does not have a livejournal that I know of) and vanguardcdk carried his sign for Tomes of Terror: New Arrivals in a Big Broadcast of 1954 sweatshirt. I dressed in '30's drag and am in the conflicting position of hoping there will be photographs while knowing my reaction to them (thank you, Tiny Richardson) will almost certainly be depressed by everything that isn't the three-piece suit. That said, the three-piece suit makes me happy. For the first time in my life, I had enough pockets.
We were announced as the "Post-Meridian Players" at the bandstand, but the fact that we were announced at a bandstand was sufficiently awesome, I wasn't going to complain. The radio part was probably obvious, anyway.
Harvard Square was full of infinite people afterward, so we took the T back to Davis and had brunch at M3. I did not think I was going to eat half a habanero when I accepted the dark-red, seed-filled pepper off the top of Rob's chicken and biscuits, but that's what the waitress said it was and my endorphin rush agrees with her. It was so hot it made my ears hurt from the inside. The hog wings were also very good, but I couldn't feel them in my cheekbones.
And then Rob went back to sleep and I am not meetingrushthatspeaks for a movie this evening, so I am home and decompressing, drinking cinnamon tea. I changed back into corduroys and a sweater; hung up my suit, trousers folded along the crease. My hair is very crinkly from having been braided since nine o'clock this morning. I will want more waistcoats in my life.
That was wonderful.
There were stiltwalkers. There were masks. There was facepaint. There were puppets. There were political signs. (There were non-political signs.) There were banners. There was a lot of bird costuming, I have no idea why, but the tall draped stork masks were terrific. I also approved of the couple who dressed as mandrills, complete with pale-blue papier-mâché buttocks. Hula hoops, roller skates, wings, and banners. We were one band behind a thing that was basically a homebuilt Mari Lwyd, only it was a buffalo. On wheels. There was lots and lots and lots of brass.
derspatchel dressed as Dr. Alberts at his sartorial worst (the blue-ringed octopus tie made an appearance) and carried a hand-lettered sign reading SCIENTISTS PREDICT! RADIO on the MOON by 1985, which regularly got him stopped for photographs. Red Shift, Interplanetary Do-Gooder put in an appearance in the person of Michael McAfee (who does not have a livejournal that I know of) and vanguardcdk carried his sign for Tomes of Terror: New Arrivals in a Big Broadcast of 1954 sweatshirt. I dressed in '30's drag and am in the conflicting position of hoping there will be photographs while knowing my reaction to them (thank you, Tiny Richardson) will almost certainly be depressed by everything that isn't the three-piece suit. That said, the three-piece suit makes me happy. For the first time in my life, I had enough pockets.We were announced as the "Post-Meridian Players" at the bandstand, but the fact that we were announced at a bandstand was sufficiently awesome, I wasn't going to complain. The radio part was probably obvious, anyway.
Harvard Square was full of infinite people afterward, so we took the T back to Davis and had brunch at M3. I did not think I was going to eat half a habanero when I accepted the dark-red, seed-filled pepper off the top of Rob's chicken and biscuits, but that's what the waitress said it was and my endorphin rush agrees with her. It was so hot it made my ears hurt from the inside. The hog wings were also very good, but I couldn't feel them in my cheekbones.
And then Rob went back to sleep and I am not meeting
rushthatspeaks for a movie this evening, so I am home and decompressing, drinking cinnamon tea. I changed back into corduroys and a sweater; hung up my suit, trousers folded along the crease. My hair is very crinkly from having been braided since nine o'clock this morning. I will want more waistcoats in my life.That was wonderful.
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It was one of the best random things that's happened to me recently. I woke up before eight in the morning. I have splinters in my palm from sign-carrying. In the immortal words of Grunkle Stan: "Worth it!"
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People went to some effort on this side of the country too: dining room table and all. Bonus waistcoat.
I think there needs to be a poem about Mari Lwyd bison.
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Absolutely. And
People went to some effort on this side of the country too: dining room table and all. Bonus waistcoat.
Nice!
(It's a moveable feast!)
I think there needs to be a poem about Mari Lwyd bison.
I'll . . . see what I can do.
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(AFAIK Michael has neither LJ or Facebook page, I think he's one of them there off-the-grid folks.)
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That was wonderful.
I'm glad for these, and for all between them.
Waistcoats are Good Things. I've got a couple from my undergraduate years, but I'm still not thin enough to wear them again.
I did nothing so interesting today, but I did eat boiled crawfish, leg of lamb, sushi, Eggs Benedict, and bread pudding off a brunch buffet. One of my cousins got a strawberry cream-cheese cake-pop-thing, didn't like it, and put wasabi on it to see if it would be improved. He ate a second bite.
There was some debate as to whether he'd eaten the second bite because it was actually improved or because somebody else had said it was disgusting and he therefore felt compelled to finish it.
I forget sometimes how much I really do miss my family when I'm not near them.
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I'm only sorry I couldn't see more of it! The staging area was a carnival.
And yes, there's at least one photo of the PMRP contingent--I think Neil posted it on his own Facebook page rather than the PMRP one, but I could be wrong.
No, Facebook alerted me because I was tagged in it: it's somewhere I can see. Thank you!
(AFAIK Michael has neither LJ or Facebook page, I think he's one of them there off-the-grid folks.)
(Thanks. I try not to make assumptions about people's presences online. Absence of evidence, etc.)
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This is my first. I kept my keys in one of the pockets! It was so convenient! I still need braces, but they weren't to be this time.
There was some debate as to whether he'd eaten the second bite because it was actually improved or because somebody else had said it was disgusting and he therefore felt compelled to finish it.
If it did improve, I'd love to know about it.
I forget sometimes how much I really do miss my family when I'm not near them.
I'm glad they're good when you (or they) visit.
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Thank you. I should post more pictures today.
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recommend fobwatches too; mine always disintegrate in some way.
Mari-bison? Wow. I was helping a friend move yesterday and I spotted a horse's skull in his shed. Thoughts crossed my mind! The stork-masks and mandrill-couple sound amazing, too.
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That's what jackets are for!
I'd recommend fobwatches too; mine always disintegrate in some way.
I don't think there's a pocket watch in the family I can inherit in the same way as almost everything else I was wearing yesterday (there's my great-grandfather's, but it's a memorial sort of thing), but it is a very appealing accoutrement.
I was helping a friend move yesterday and I spotted a horse's skull in his shed. Thoughts crossed my mind!
If you make a Mari, I want photographs!
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Indeed!
That is a good photo of you.
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Now I edited that mentally to "ears hot from the inside" and thought, mmmm, warmth--because it's freezing in this house!--but I can't honestly say "mmm, hurt" so... well. I hope your ears are feeling themselves again!
Hula hoops, roller skates, wings, and banners--fabulous. I love *all* those things. Also masks, stilts, puppets, and facepaint. Especially stilts and facepaint. And masks. And puppets. Oh wait...
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They're fine! I like spicy things. I'd just never had them go straight for the Eustachian tubes before.
Also masks, stilts, puppets, and facepaint. Especially stilts and facepaint. And masks. And puppets. Oh wait...
You would have loved this parade. You should come next year!
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I keep my keys in a trouser pocket, but I also find waistcoats convenient from a pocket-ish standpoint--plectra, capos, etc. fit well into them. I used to prefer a waistcoat for playing in public in, although I've played far more gigs in the years since I've last worn any of mine.
derspatchel gently recommended a pocket watch.
Pocket watches are useful. I've used them for years, since I started getting left-wrist pains which went away when I stopped wearing a wrist watch. My last one broke last year--I probably shouldn't use such cheap ones, but I do--and I've found my phone works well enough. One of these days I'll probably get another, if I see a sale and have the money. I've never had a proper one with the long chain--always the more modern sort with some variety of carabiner on.
If it did improve, I'd love to know about it.
He was very evasive about the matter--I suspect it had become a matter of principle to not admit that it had been dreadful before and after the application of wasabi, but it might also have been a matter of principle to not admit said cake pop possessed any goodness at all.
My parents and I had ended up slightly later to come along than the most of the rest, and the actual consumption of the cake pop with wasabi happened, I was told, just before I sat down.
Another cousin and I discussed whether it would be appropriate to make strawberry (or other) cakes with wasabi-cream cheese frosting deliberately, and came to the conclusion it might make sense first to make wasabi cream cheese and see if that was worth anything. I don't know if either of us will ever do this. He is a farmer (and carpenter, capoeira teacher, etc--he lives in one of those hippie communities in California), so I suppose it's possible that if he ever ends up in the dairy business the world might see wasabi cream cheese on a commercial basis.
I'm glad they're good when you (or they) visit.
Thank you. Unlike my father's side of the family, we (this is my mother's side in question) get along pretty well, even if we have to avoid certain topics in order to keep the peace. I'm glad my father was slightly restrained this time, even if it is vaguely amusing to hear his Southern accent thicken when he complains about the South.
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And with full awareness that I am being a bad influence, Etsy has a remarkable number of interesting pocket watches.