Partez pêcher les étoiles, mais ne vous réveillez pas
Autolycus was quite right about bedtime: I slept almost ten hours last night and woke with Hestia beside me. I know I had nightmares, but at least I can't remember the details. Minus the time I left the house to mail some bills and see if a DVD I ordered three weeks ago had come in at the library (no; they have no idea what happened to it; this is the same movie that went missing from the other library that believed it had a copy; I am tremendously amused at the same time as I don't want to have to buy the damn thing to see it!), Autolycus has spent most of the afternoon and evening on my lap. I feel less like constantly keeling over sideways than yesterday, but not actually, you know, well. I should make dinner at some point before I run out of energy. Have some more things off the internet.
1. Aside from its immediate relevance to current politics, I am enjoying everything about Alex Wellerstein's Restricted Data: The Nuclear Secrecy Blog. Its Oppenheimer tag alone is a glorious time sink. I wish I'd known about it when I was writing "The Trinitite Golem." Oh, well. I had books.
2. John Crowley reviews what sounds like a terrific biography of Norman Bel Geddes: "Inside Every Utopia Is a Dystopia." Not actually a depressing book review.
3. I keep running across museum exhibits that (a) closed years ago (b) I couldn't have gotten to anyway. This one (courtesy of
handful_ofdust) was the photography of Faye Schulman. All links worth exploring.
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spatch just sent me a link to an entire site full of mostly British actors naked with fish. It's magnificent. Some of the pictures are beautiful; some are ridiculous; there's an ecological rationale; I don't understand how it took me until now to find out this was a thing. I don't know if Miriam Margolyes with a John Dory is your thing, but WHY NOT.

1. Aside from its immediate relevance to current politics, I am enjoying everything about Alex Wellerstein's Restricted Data: The Nuclear Secrecy Blog. Its Oppenheimer tag alone is a glorious time sink. I wish I'd known about it when I was writing "The Trinitite Golem." Oh, well. I had books.
2. John Crowley reviews what sounds like a terrific biography of Norman Bel Geddes: "Inside Every Utopia Is a Dystopia." Not actually a depressing book review.
3. I keep running across museum exhibits that (a) closed years ago (b) I couldn't have gotten to anyway. This one (courtesy of
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I think it is all of the things combining into an indissolubly transcendent whole, but the hair is a major factor in my personal enjoyment. Also the eyebrows. And the way her rings match her fish.
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Ohmygosh, those actors-with-fish photos! *_*
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I can't sit down without attracting an Autolycus. He purrs and then he sacks out and then I feel like a terrible person for wanting to stand up and get myself a glass of water or make dinner. He is an inconvenient cat and I love him greatly.
Ohmygosh, those actors-with-fish photos!
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GILLIAN ANDERSON. *swoons*
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:P
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. . . je ne regrette rien.
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You are very welcome. I feel that any sea-mythos that does not contain Miriam Margolyes is not a pantheon I want to know.
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True art can be difficult to convey in words.
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The echo of the fish in her hair, or the hair in her fish ... I just realized that I have no fishy icons, which is sad, considering that I used to keep quite an aquarium set-up with my dad (of blessed memory).
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Yes! Of all the people in these photos, she looks so oceanic herself.
I just realized that I have no fishy icons, which is sad, considering that I used to keep quite an aquarium set-up with my dad (of blessed memory).
I support you making a fishy icon.
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I mean, they look like perfectly nice models and perfectly reasonable carp, but none of them is Judi Dench and a European lobster.
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A conger eel!
"'Well, there was Mystery,' the Mock Turtle replied, counting off the subjects on his flappers, '—Mystery, ancient and modern, with Seaography: then Drawling—the Drawling-master was an old conger-eel, that used to come once a week: He taught us Drawling, Stretching, and Fainting in Coils.'"
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The project's been running for years. I'm so happy.
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Enjoy!