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.

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[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

That's neat. No, I don't recognize the name, but I might recognize the poems.

The only grape wine from Ohio that I've ever had was terrible stuff, very acidic and unbalanced; that said, it came from South Bass Island in Lake Erie, well north of the valley in the poem. I couldn't decide if Turner was making a joke or simply pointing out that over a few hundred years of vintning all sorts of things can be accomplished, even without the advanced biological technologies that the societies in the book had developed in the course of recovering from the depletions of our era.

I thought his poems interesting, and I hope you'll not hold it against me if my memories are mistaken. (I got slapped once for recommending someone a book she didn't like, and am always a little nervous ever since.)

Also, I was thinking on getting myself copies of Singing Innocence and Experience and The Dybbuk in Love, and I keep forgetting to ask you if Amazon's as good a way as any or if there's some other source through which more of the proceeds (or any other benefit) would go to you yourself personally?

Oh, and my mother read this entry over my shoulder and demanded I should warn you that if your nose has got a bump it could be broken and out of place, and could then heal out of alignment and cause problems down the road. Happened to one of her brothers, apparently.

I reckon you've had enough dealings with the medical community to have a fair idea whether or not it needs seen to, but I said I'd pass the story along, so.

PS

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I thought back on this today, and I'm sorry for letting my mother worry me and then inflicting my worries on you.