And how does the sun even fit in the sky?

[sovay]

City-walking with derspatchel did not pan out since I am still limping like an elegiac couplet, but we did get dinner together at Bronwyn in Union Square, where they serve chilled borscht with sour cream and counterintuitive but successful cubes of watermelon, and walk (slowly) back under an apocalyptic sky of thunderheads at sunset, complete with cloud-to-cloud lightning and the kind of livid glare usually seen only in nineteenth-century paintings of the wrath of God. I am incredibly disappointed at the subsequent lack of hurled thunderbolts. If nothing else, it would have helped with the humidity.

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[lilysea]

an apocalyptic sky of thunderheads at sunset, complete with cloud-to-cloud lightning and the kind of livid glare usually seen only in nineteenth-century paintings of the wrath of God.

Lovely turn of phrase! ^_^

[sovay]

Lovely turn of phrase!

Thank you! There are some some fairly ludicrous examples in Boston's Museum of Fine Arts.

[choco_frosh]

since I am still limping like an elegiac couplet

< g >. But I am sorry to hear that, especially as I am in a similar situation, and missing the notorious Waffle Run in consequence.

I am incredibly disappointed at the subsequent lack of hurled thunderbolts. If nothing else, it would have helped with the humidity.

Some got hurled between clouds, I think. And there was apparently a microburst somewhere in West Cambridge. But yeah, I wish it would rain.

[sovay]

But I am sorry to hear that, especially as I am in a similar situation, and missing the notorious Waffle Run in consequence.

Speak to me of the Waffle Run? You have my sympathy regardless.

Some got hurled between clouds, I think. And there was apparently a microburst somewhere in West Cambridge.

Well, good for West Cambridge. Aargh.

[choco_frosh]

The Waffle Run is an annual thing with the running group Teenybuffalo and I both run with. Basically, it's a pub crawl, only (a) you jog between the pubs, and (b) after three or four pubs, you go eat belgian waffles.

The microburst (if that was what it was) involved zero rain and lots of downed trees and apocalypticness for the old friends of mine (and their kid) who unexpectedly found themselves in the midst of it.

[sovay]

Basically, it's a pub crawl, only (a) you jog between the pubs, and (b) after three or four pubs, you go eat belgian waffles.

Damn. That sounds fun. I'm sorry.

The microburst (if that was what it was) involved zero rain and lots of downed trees and apocalypticness for the old friends of mine (and their kid) who unexpectedly found themselves in the midst of it.

gaudior and I saw tree-bending winds yesterday evening. I hope everyone was all right.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Hooray for borscht and watermelon. Boo for limping. Have you ever had dehydrated watermelon?

[sovay]

Have you ever had dehydrated watermelon?

Never! Watermelon pickle, however, I think is delicious. Blue Ribbon BBQ in Arlington sells it in half-pints and I find it addictive.

[moon-custafer.livejournal.com]

Am picturing the Tick yelling GOOD HEAVENS MAN, WHAT'S THE POINT?!* but I'm willing to be convinced otherwise.


* From "The Tick vs. Science." It's his reaction to room-temperature fire.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Somehow, my answer to this didn't thread correctly, possibly due to multiple browser refreshes, so please see below.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Like an elegiac couplet is a way that only you could limp! I hope soon you'll be galloping anapestically once again. (Glad you got to share a good meal, though--and we had burnished gold pre-storm clouds)

[sovay]

Like an elegiac couplet is a way that only you could limp!

I think I stole it from Ovid!

I hope soon you'll be galloping anapestically once again.

That is a wonderful well-wish. Thank you!

(Glad you got to share a good meal, though--and we had burnished gold pre-storm clouds)

I don't understand the weather! Coming home from the Aquarium with gaudior tonight, we saw these huge, sudden gusts of wind buffeting through Congress Street, the trees flattening like there was a hurricane coming on and pedestrians covering their heads against twisting gales of leaves. The sky was greyer, but the light under the clouds was yellowish and lowering. We expected the sky to break open at any moment. And then nothing. No storm, no rain. Who do we need to propitiate?

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

Ironically, I indirectly work for the woman who produced the cartoon, so I think about the Tick pretty regularly, since she has a bust of him in her office.

The main point of dehydrated watermelon is that it's basically candy. It's all the concentrated flavor of watermelon in a crystallized structure, reminiscent of fruit leather, until you put it in your mouth and then it's a dissolving lattice of intense concentrated summer picnics and county fairs, minus the on-a-stick treats.

I admit, it seems like an unlikely food, but given that I had about five seconds between "this exists" and my friend orawnzva putting some in my hand so I could try it, I was a quasi instant convert.