But how do we determine what the accurate picture is?

[sovay]

I meant to brag about successfully ordering takeout Indian goat, but then I came home and smashed my face into a glass door. Accidentally: I had my hands full of groceries and couldn't catch myself. I don't think I can have broken my nose or there'd have been blood everywhere, but the amount of pain and swelling is rather extraordinary to me. I look like Alec Guinness' Fagin.

At least once I could see around the icepack I was able to perceive my contributor's copies of Archaeopteryx: The Newman Journal of Ideas, including my poems "The Color of the Ghost" (Wittgenstein) and "A Find at Þingvellir" (Mjölnir). The first of these was written for my godchild, the second for my brother. The cover is the famous fossil. I approve.

I ate my goat jalfrezi anyway. It felt like a small victory. I really hope it doesn't snow until later tomorrow.

Comments

[steepholm.livejournal.com]

Ouch for your nose!

I had my first meal of curried goat just a couple of weeks ago. It tasted pretty much like lamb: luckily I love lamb. I hope yours didn't get too much nose blood in it.

[sovay]

Ouch for your nose!

The nose says thank you for the sympathy!

(This is starting to sound like Gogol.)

It tasted pretty much like lamb: luckily I love lamb. I hope yours didn't get too much nose blood in it.

There was no bleeding, fortunately, which was one of the reasons I finally decided it wasn't broken. The jalfrazi was delicious.

I think of goat as gamier and more savory than lamb, but these are both good adjectives by me. I also like the milk, the cheese, and the way my leather jacket keeps me warm when I have to shovel three times in an afternoon and am looking at another effort before bed.