Been rubbing a bad charm with holy fingers

[sovay]

This was not the world's greatest weekend. I had epic diner brunch at the Neighborhood Restaurant & Bakery in Union Square, but I missed Sassafrass at Vericon. derspatchel stayed with me on Saturday night. I walked a lot around Somerville and Cambridge. I hurt myself slightly playing pinball. I was mostly offline.

In the general run of things, I prefer not to be woken by jackhammers at eight in the morning, but since in this case they woke me out of the nightmare where I'm still at Yale, but I'm still sick and I'm failing all my classes and I can't get anyone to believe me, I shouldn't grudge them that much. The second time I woke, I could hear a train whistle from the tracks under School Street. I liked that better.

Have a great article about a sexually explicit sculpture of Pan. There are no pictures of the statue included, but that's what Google is for.

I have things to do today.

Comments

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

That is the thing about being a god of halves: one is no more natural (or unnatural) than the other.

Good point!

I like the idea of presenting the goat with flowers, though. He could garland them through her horns, like Titania with Bottom's ears.

Thank you. I like that image, although I suspect the goat might prefer to eat them. My then-girlfriend and I used to sometimes pick clover flowers for my horse--she seemed to have a taste for them, so it seemed a nice friendly sort of thing to do.

Thank you. We are holding a seder this weekend—not traditional, but taking place all the same.

Most welcome. May it be all you'd wish it to be.