They learned all your lessons—you taught them all they know
I am spending the day in Malden with my cats, writing this post from
derspatchel's laptop because it seems the local wireless doesn't like Bertie Owen. Hestia is more skittish than the last time I was here and has not yet flopped over for petting, but Autolycus has latched onto my shoulder as usual. They are play-fighting with enough gusto that I am reminded we need to trim their claws. In the meantime, I am making sure no one leaps onto any horizontal surfaces they shouldn't.
I heard about the attacks on Paris last night while at dinner at Sapporo Ramen with
rushthatspeaks,
gaudior, and B. I am grieved at the violence and I am fearful of the consequences. It was not my city, so I do not know what else I can say. I was there once in 1999; I saw it partly through Tanith Lee. I remember what the roofs looked like by night. I hope the city will be all right and everyone in it, meaning everyone.
I am going to watch my cats watch the world through the window.
I heard about the attacks on Paris last night while at dinner at Sapporo Ramen with
I am going to watch my cats watch the world through the window.

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Utterly unrelated, but Poison Girls were great. They bring back a good part of the nineties for me: the older punk friend who played them and Rubella Ballet and other weird things from the Crass label to me in his little flat off the Stratford Road. Have you heard anything by Kukl, Bjork's early band?
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Thank you.
Poison Girls were great. They bring back a good part of the nineties for me: the older punk friend who played them and Rubella Ballet and other weird things from the Crass label to me in his little flat off the Stratford Road.
I should have guessed you would know them! That's wonderful. I found them sideways, through Fatal Microbes. I am deeply in favor of really political punk music written by middle-aged mothers of two.
Have you heard anything by Kukl, Bjork's early band?
Yes, because you pointed me toward them on YouTube!