And as if the phantom ship had swept away with it all sign of life, the crowd vanished too
It is nauseatingly hot outside. I mean that literally. Running a half-hour errand on foot has made me feel physically sick. I have drunk water, eaten salt, and am sitting in front of a fan. This is not the weather I operate best in.
1. I really wish I were at Bard College right now. I had heard of Ethel Smyth's The Wreckers (1906), because the subject matter is germane to my interests and because it kept coming up in discussion of Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes (1945), sort of simultaneously as a forerunner of Britten's work and a point against the notion that English opera sat around looking at its fingernails for the couple of centuries between Purcell and Britten; I had heard of Smyth herself because she was a mostly lesbian suffragist as well as a composer and one of the models for Hilda Tablet. I cannot make either of the remaining performances. Anyone who lives in upstate New York and wants to tell me how it worked out, please go!
2. If these poems are representative, I need to read a lot more by Niall Campbell: "The House by the Sea, Eriskay" and "The Letter Always Arrives at its Destination."
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rose_lemberg: all available evidence indicates Alyssa's father has been fishing in a hell dimension.
Even more than watching an opera about wrecking, I wish I were by the sea. I've been meaning to post this picture for months: it always looks like a summoning to me. I wish I had an offering that worked as well.
While I'm here at this address, however, I just opened a large package from![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
yhlee and not only does it contain two year's best anthologies, a complete paperback set of Geraldine Harris' Seven Citadels (1982–83), and a splendidly cracky-looking manga by the name of MYth: A Promise (2007–2013), but there is also an assortment of Magic and Legend of the Five Rings cards tailored to my interests. I now have an Ancient Carp! (It's iridescent.) The flavor text makes me associate it unfairly with Leviathan. Thank you.
1. I really wish I were at Bard College right now. I had heard of Ethel Smyth's The Wreckers (1906), because the subject matter is germane to my interests and because it kept coming up in discussion of Benjamin Britten's Peter Grimes (1945), sort of simultaneously as a forerunner of Britten's work and a point against the notion that English opera sat around looking at its fingernails for the couple of centuries between Purcell and Britten; I had heard of Smyth herself because she was a mostly lesbian suffragist as well as a composer and one of the models for Hilda Tablet. I cannot make either of the remaining performances. Anyone who lives in upstate New York and wants to tell me how it worked out, please go!
2. If these poems are representative, I need to read a lot more by Niall Campbell: "The House by the Sea, Eriskay" and "The Letter Always Arrives at its Destination."
3. Courtesy of
rose_lemberg: all available evidence indicates Alyssa's father has been fishing in a hell dimension.Even more than watching an opera about wrecking, I wish I were by the sea. I've been meaning to post this picture for months: it always looks like a summoning to me. I wish I had an offering that worked as well.
While I'm here at this address, however, I just opened a large package from
yhlee and not only does it contain two year's best anthologies, a complete paperback set of Geraldine Harris' Seven Citadels (1982–83), and a splendidly cracky-looking manga by the name of MYth: A Promise (2007–2013), but there is also an assortment of Magic and Legend of the Five Rings cards tailored to my interests. I now have an Ancient Carp! (It's iridescent.) The flavor text makes me associate it unfairly with Leviathan. Thank you.
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Even when I get terribly cold, it just doesn't affect me the same way overheating does (terrible headaches, nausea, inability to concentrate, total lack of appetite, that weird feeling where you get overheated and it goes into chills, lethargy)....it's like the end of that old Twilight Zone episode where they go from burning to freezing to death, I'd RATHER freeze. I find nice blustery weather with lots of rain and wind and clouds invigorating. sigh.
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That's like the house we live in. Our bedroom is under the roof. The noisy chunky window unit I bought more than ten years ago for my apartment in New Haven is the only reason we're not dead.
....it's like the end of that old Twilight Zone episode where they go from burning to freezing to death, I'd RATHER freeze.
My mother called today to ask me about that episode! She stepped outside and it was all she could think of: the sun engulfing the sky, the heat sending everybody mad, paint melting off the canvas like wax. And she likes hot weather. I couldn't disagree with her.
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HA THAT'S ALSO WHAT I REMEMBER, the paint rolllling down off the canvas. And then she wakes up and it's all cold and dark and snowy! And I was just like, "YESSS. Okay they're still all gonna die, but at least they won't melt."
I always identify with Pterry's trolls. If only someone would make me a cooling helmet.