Just give me a hand and we will wend our way
So I went out this afternoon for my voice lesson. I've been invited to participate in Beth El Temple Center's Social Action Benefit Concert on March 2nd, for which I will be performing a selection of folksongs; details to follow, but I'm honored to have been asked and looking forward to the rest of the music.
(I might as well mention here that I will be reading with![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rinue at 2A in New York City on March 24th as part of the run-up to King David and the Spiders from Mars, forthcoming from Dybbuk Press in March, but I'll shill more about that as we get closer.)
On the 73 back from Belmont, I ran into![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
nineweaving. She had a book to lend me, so we disembarked together in Harvard Square and started back to her place. Turning up the corner of Appian Way, I spotted Matthew and his wife and hailed them. His wife was going back to work; Matthew came with us. We'd been talking about hanging out this week anyway.
The book Greer had to lend me was Bart van Es' Shakespeare in Company (2013). "The really good stuff is in the middle part," she cautions; "it's somewhat thin at both ends, like the brontosaurus." I have wanted to read it ever since that line in the TLS about John Sincler looking like a viola da gamba with four elbows, however, and the part with Robert Armin sounds great.
Matthew came back with me and shoveled our front steps. Volunteered to. This is something we haven't been able to do since December, between Rob's crutches and my back; it's been either our downstairs neighbor's efforts or an impassable wasteland of ice. Rob thinks beatification's not good enough. I just suspect him of being a tzaddik in disguise.
Rob went to his doctor's appointment and was championed by a passing stranger on a bike. On our way into Harvard Square afterward to catch the 71 to the Deluxe Town Diner, I was body-blocked by someone coming the opposite way through the turnstiles at Davis such that the gate closed after it had taken my money and before I could get through, and the MBTA employee watching over the commuter rush used her employee card to let me through: I didn't have to pay twice.
(The Greek burger at the Deluxe Town Diner is great. This is relevant only because I have gotten the Reuben with coleslaw every single other time we've eaten there, so tonight I decided to experiment and was rewarded. Eggplant fries, still one of the great inventions of our age.)
People have been really nice today.
(I might as well mention here that I will be reading with
rinue at 2A in New York City on March 24th as part of the run-up to King David and the Spiders from Mars, forthcoming from Dybbuk Press in March, but I'll shill more about that as we get closer.)On the 73 back from Belmont, I ran into
nineweaving. She had a book to lend me, so we disembarked together in Harvard Square and started back to her place. Turning up the corner of Appian Way, I spotted Matthew and his wife and hailed them. His wife was going back to work; Matthew came with us. We'd been talking about hanging out this week anyway.The book Greer had to lend me was Bart van Es' Shakespeare in Company (2013). "The really good stuff is in the middle part," she cautions; "it's somewhat thin at both ends, like the brontosaurus." I have wanted to read it ever since that line in the TLS about John Sincler looking like a viola da gamba with four elbows, however, and the part with Robert Armin sounds great.
Matthew came back with me and shoveled our front steps. Volunteered to. This is something we haven't been able to do since December, between Rob's crutches and my back; it's been either our downstairs neighbor's efforts or an impassable wasteland of ice. Rob thinks beatification's not good enough. I just suspect him of being a tzaddik in disguise.
Rob went to his doctor's appointment and was championed by a passing stranger on a bike. On our way into Harvard Square afterward to catch the 71 to the Deluxe Town Diner, I was body-blocked by someone coming the opposite way through the turnstiles at Davis such that the gate closed after it had taken my money and before I could get through, and the MBTA employee watching over the commuter rush used her employee card to let me through: I didn't have to pay twice.
(The Greek burger at the Deluxe Town Diner is great. This is relevant only because I have gotten the Reuben with coleslaw every single other time we've eaten there, so tonight I decided to experiment and was rewarded. Eggplant fries, still one of the great inventions of our age.)
People have been really nice today.
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A most excellent book. Charles Nicholl who reviewed it for the TLS wrote my last favorite book on Shakespeare in context, The Lodger. That was about his tenancy on Silver Street, where his landlords were a family of Huguenot tiremakers. They created towering, bejwelled and bewired headresses for ladies, courtesans, the Queen, and the stage. "Ravelled sleave of care" dates from that period: their lodger must have gone in and out through the workshop, noting skeins of silk being teased out.
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