God is a lusty tire fire
After an array of tests and disruptively early doctor's appointments, the official word on the mysterious pain that knocked most of my week off kilter is an apologetic shrug. The good news is that it does not then look like anything dire. The bad news is that I have no idea what it was (it felt very much like something there was no evidence for, so either I healed faster than expected or it wasn't that) or if it will return. Let's hope not.
Following the advice of
rushthatspeaks and
gaudior, I tried the Pokéworks in Davis Square for the first time and was rewarded with an absolutely enormous bowl of salmon and two kinds of seaweed over sushi rice with a wasabi aioli dressing and a pile of lotus chips, masago, and further seaweed on top. "More biomass for your buck,"
spatch pronounced approvingly before acquiring a bowl of his own.
Days late to National Poetry Month, I was very struck by this poem: Terisa Siagatonu, "Moana Means Home: A Contrapuntal."
I agree with all the people who are saying there should be a biopic of Gertrude Jeannette.
Someday when I can afford new books again, I will have to track down Laura Horak's Girls Will Be Boys: Cross-Dressed Women, Lesbians, and American Cinema, 1908–1934 (2016) for obvious research purposes.
This afternoon, as it rains, I think what I am going to do is sleep.
Following the advice of
Days late to National Poetry Month, I was very struck by this poem: Terisa Siagatonu, "Moana Means Home: A Contrapuntal."
I agree with all the people who are saying there should be a biopic of Gertrude Jeannette.
Someday when I can afford new books again, I will have to track down Laura Horak's Girls Will Be Boys: Cross-Dressed Women, Lesbians, and American Cinema, 1908–1934 (2016) for obvious research purposes.
This afternoon, as it rains, I think what I am going to do is sleep.

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Oh, wow!
Yes, please!
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I wish I knew who to write to. I bet this is where tweeting comes in handy.
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I love poke bowls; that sounds like an excellent one.
There should definitely be a biopic of Gertrude Jeannette.
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Thank you. I hope so, too. It was not fun.
I love poke bowls; that sounds like an excellent one.
I constructed it myself! (I like seaweed.) If there is a Pokéworks near you, you can do the same and I highly recommend it.
There should definitely be a biopic of Gertrude Jeannette.
Any suggestions how to make it happen?
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There isn't one near me yet, but the Gelson's around the corner just introduced a build-your-own-poke-bowl bar. It's not as well-appointed as a full poke restaurant, but still good.
Any suggestions how to make it happen?
I don't, but it seems like this would be a fairly propitious climate for such a film.
Imagine the morning dress
It's quite crowded, almost all women, and the company is sometimes kind and sometimes cranky.
I hope you leave ASAP, one way or the other.
Re: Imagine the morning dress
Thank you. I have been in this room before, and while it is familiar, it is a lousy place.
I commend your sartorial choices, however, and your aplomp as psychopomp of this white-tiled underworld.
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I thought it was an ovarian cyst rupturing, because it felt more like the time that happened five years ago than like any other pain I have experienced, but the pelvic ultrasound this morning showed nothing out of the ordinary, so either there was not a burst cyst or my body resorbed it p.d.q. and either way, apologetic shrug.
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Thank you!
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That place serves a mighty poke bowl.
Nine
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Thank you. I have been feeling better since. Fingers crossed.
That place serves a mighty poke bowl.
The other Massachusetts location should be right near you.
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I want to try Pokéworks! That sounds awesome! Also, the tall one is in the Boston area, so I'm going to recommend it to him.
PS: I really liked "Moana Means Home: A Contrapuntal." Beautiful.
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Thank you!
I want to try Pokéworks! That sounds awesome! Also, the tall one is in the Boston area, so I'm going to recommend it to him.
There's one in Davis and one in Harvard Square. Make an excuse to come visit him!
PS: I really liked "Moana Means Home: A Contrapuntal." Beautiful.
I'm glad. I only got around to reading this month's issue of Poetry last week, but that's the poem that's stayed with me.