When the sun and the moon set in the north hills

[sovay]

This is one of those aten't dead posts. Over the weekend I had one deadline for Arisia and another for a Lexington newspaper which had asked permission to reprint my post for Dr. Fiveash provided I could edit and condense it: I made both of these deadlines and as a result I feel productive, but that was also about all I did with my weekend. (Arisia on Saturday, Colonial Times on Sunday. Not missing the latter mattered very much to me: it was an honor to be asked and I am very happy it was not yet another opportunity that I let slip by.) Also derspatchel and I finally have a move-in date—Wednesday—and therefore much of this evening went toward belated work on my part and throwing books and discs and miscellany into boxes on his. We didn't make it out to Young Frankenstein (1974) at the Coolidge Corner Theatre. Except for a good last voice lesson before Sunday's concert, I had an appalling day full of late buses and the return of fighting with pharmacies, and so Rob took me to Highland Kitchen for dinner, where there was restorative goat stew and house-made scotch bonnet-infused ginger beer (seriously, best soda ever—you can order it by the glass, but I don't think they bottle it) and Rob with exquisite thoughtfulness gave me the head off his whole trout wrapped in bacon and lemon slices and of course I ate it, because there is delicious meat in the face of a fish. That came out sounding creepier than I intended.

alankria is now editing The Mammoth Book of SF Stories by Women. If both of these criteria apply to your work, try your luck!

I am going to take a very hot shower. It is freezing in this house. In two nights I can be freezing somewhere else.

Comments

[snowy-owlet.livejournal.com]

Don't talk about being cold. We have corresponded for long enough now that I will start offering to knit you stuff.

[sovay]

Don't talk about being cold. We have corresponded for long enough now that I will start offering to knit you stuff.

I can't remember the last time I was threatened with a sweater. Thank you?

[desperance.livejournal.com]

Hunh - and there I was standing on the very verge of making my own ginger beer. And here I am now standing on the very verge of making my own ginger beer with a habanero in it (as I have no Scotch bonnets until next year when I shall grow same).

Also, yay fish heads. The boys and I understand you perfectly.

[sovay]

And here I am now standing on the very verge of making my own ginger beer with a habanero in it (as I have no Scotch bonnets until next year when I shall grow same).

I ask only that you please post a full report of not only the results, but the process. And I shall say up front that I wish you lived closer.

The boys and I understand you perfectly.

Prrt.

[desperance.livejournal.com]

If either of these criteria apply to your work, try your luck!

I think you probably mean both these criteria.

[sovay]

I think you probably mean both these criteria.

Yes, I did, and I've fixed it. Thank you!

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

there is delicious meat in the face of a fish. That came out sounding creepier than I intended.

You say "creepy," I say "song title."

[sovay]

You say "creepy," I say "song title."

When I've slept enough to think, I'll see what I can do . . .

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

How marvelous to be reprinted in a local paper! I like these minglings of the online and the physical world.

Trout wrapped in bacon somehow makes me think of the meals people have in Narnia. It sounds lovely.

[sovay]

How marvelous to be reprinted in a local paper! I like these minglings of the online and the physical world.

I wasn't expecting it at all. Rob thought it was a very good sign for local journalism.

Trout wrapped in bacon somehow makes me think of the meals people have in Narnia. It sounds lovely.

Like apples wrapped in bear. Or something from Redwall, where fancily steamed trout must be a staple of feasts in the Great Hall. It was amazing.

[ap-aelfwine.livejournal.com]

I'm very glad you aten't, and that you made the deadlines.

Happy you've had restorative food, fish heads and all, and that you've a move-in date.

Best of luck with all of it. I hope the concert and the move will all go well, and that the shower was helpful.

Congratulations to your friend on the editing job. I expect that will be an anthology well worth reading.

[sovay]

Best of luck with all of it. I hope the concert and the move will all go well, and that the shower was helpful.

Well, the move is almost entirely accomplished! Next up: sleep.