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sovay ([personal profile] sovay) wrote2014-07-13 11:55 pm

I make sure to take it with me when I go

On the last day of Readercon, I drank tea [livejournal.com profile] asakiyume had brewed for me at the Ancillary Justice panel (of the ingredients, I remember only jasmine, marigold, and hyssop from her garden) and got a book signed in Greek from Michael Cisco. In the last programming slot of the day, I read my short story "The Trinitite Golem," sang one torch song and one murder ballad, and ranted about the hotel renovations. I came home to my husband and my cats. They have grown in my absence: they are not kittens any longer, but suddenly catlings. Autolycus purred back and forth around my arm, making sure it was me. This is not a con report. I am very tired, in some startling amount of pain, and I have deadlines to reach before I can sleep, but I am very happy.
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[personal profile] movingfinger 2014-07-16 03:21 am (UTC)(link)
Hey, I wanted to be sure you didn't miss this amazing photograph.

http://si.wsj.net/public/resources/images/BN-DR516_071414_J_20140714152755.jpg

It's on AP wire and showing up in a few photo-of-the-day sets; if that link does not work, please tell me, I'll find another link.

It is mindblowingly mythic, is it not? What is exploding from the water? Are those horses emerging, or humans, or deities? Has the woman or goddess or nereid just been ejected from the waves, naked, to be received and embraced by the man? Poussin could not have pained anything more provocatively enigmatic.

ETA: I shall save it for myself as "The first-born of the water people emerge onto the shore." Those are explosive exhalations of first breaths erupting through the waves.
Edited (add detail) 2014-07-16 03:23 (UTC)