But I'll haul down my sail where the bays run together

[sovay]

The days are doing that thing where they run together, so that I have to think about it to remember that Wednesday was the night I e-mailed derspatchel such miracles of the internet as fountain pens that look like Tom Hiddleston and the complex history of the saxophone and Thursday was the afternoon I walked up from Harvard Square after my doctor's appointment to see Dean for an hour at his house with the tree that's eating the gutters and today was Friday and the major non-apartment-related event of the day was walking to Inman for dinner with Rob, because two people cannot in fact finish a clay pot of Muqueca's feijoada between them, but they can make a damn good try and take home great leftovers afterward. The weather has been fine and sunny and cooler than I think of August, so I am shaking off slight September ghosts each morning when I wake, but I still want to go to the sea. There have been fantastic clouds every evening. Tomorrow it looks like I will have to get up agonizingly early, but rushthatspeaks has invited me to spend the afternoon making baked Alaska with them and tilivenn and unless I just need to fall over dead in the afternoon (and possibly even if I do), I plan to accept. Sunday is the MIT Swapfest and the Anarchist Society of Shakespeareans' Shakespeare Slam, both of which I'm going to see if I can attend. I feel at once as though my life is going past me at a faster speed than I can grasp it and as though things might be actually starting to happen. It's also possible this is just a side effect of sleep deprivation. These past six weeks have been worse than I've had to deal with in years. Have some Edward Gorey Jeremy Brett.

Comments

[nineweaving.livejournal.com]

I adore the fountain pens.

Ooh, Shakespeare Slam!

Give my fond regards to rushthatspeaks and tilivenn--and to the baked Alaska, before it's ritually sacrificed.

Be well.

Nine

[movingfinger.livejournal.com]

Have you ever taken the ferry to Ptown and back? I've always meant to and have never gotten around to it.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I'm glad for the fantastic clouds.

I hope you're able to attend the things that you'd wish to attend.

I hope there will be improvement and rest.

Thanks for sharing the history of the saxophone, or at least of Albert Sax. I have to admit that I'm very amused by the idea of incompetent time-travellers trying to prevent said invention.

ETA: Jimmy Crowley taught that song in a workshop I took from him years ago. It's a lovely one, and I should go back and relearn it properly.

MIT swapfest

[lauradi7.livejournal.com]

Do you know if it's possible just to donate a couple of items (to a random seller?)? I have 2 TEAC microphones and what was (30 years ago) a fancy cassette recorder that nobody has taken on freecycle-style lists, but I hate to recycle them if someone would love them. On the other hand, I don't relish the thought of standing at a table for hours for just those items.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

"Two people cannot in fact finish a clay pot of Muqueca's feijoada between them" is a delightful statement when a person doesn't know what feijoada is--which I don't (though I'm guessing it's food, and I will google-search it momentarily). What if, for instance, this process involves making a clay pot? I imagine you and derspatchel hard at work on one, but not quite finishing it.

But I think it's probably a meal.

This is as far back as I'm looking on LJ to catch up on being gone. I hope you've been mainly well--I see you're still apartment hunting; I hope you trap yourself one with nets and darts, or impale one with spear and javelin, or whatever it takes, soon.