Just casually appearing from the clock across the hall
I am at Readercon. I did not sleep more than an hour in the afternoon, but "Old Hollywood in Recent Speculative Fiction" was delightful and then I spent the next couple of hours with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
nineweaving and ashnistrike, eating honeyed salt cakes and potentially hooking up the latter with selkie's temple. I have already encountered several people whom I had not seen in far too long and I am looking forward to meeting ARCs of Forget the Sleepless Shores tomorrow, along with the majority of my panels. Saturday I have nothing but other people's programming and have fantasies of sleep.
1. Courtesy ofselidor: some clarification (and a transcription) of that third-century CE clay tablet of Odyssey 14. I don't think I knew that the current oldest written piece of the Odyssey is a fifth-century BCE potsherd from what is now Ukraine. That makes me very happy.
2. Here is something that time cannot restore, but the present can still honor: Michael Bradley's Puaki reveals in digital photography the chiseled ink of Māori tā moko that disappears—effectively erased from the face that bore it—through the chemical idiosyncracies of the wet-plate photographic process, the European colonizers' major tool of visual record. Unlike the tarnished images of daguerreotypes, the lost tattoos of the past cannot be recovered, but the paired photographs of Bradley's project can serve as both celebration of the tradition's renascence and reminder of its loss.
3. Years ago in a discussion of the game "devil in the dark,"ethelmay linked me to an amazing piece of early twentieth century idfic called "The Dark" (1909). Somehow it did not register with me until last night that the Rosamund Nesbit Bland who wrote it was E. Nesbit's daughter. I even thought of it while reading Nesbit's horror because "The Power of Darkness" (1905) depends on a protagonist's vivid fear of the dark. I wonder if there is any link or just proximity.
It is not helpful that I have to get up in eight hours and my brain thinks it would like to try experimenting with fic for Sapphire & Steel (1979–82).
nineweaving and ashnistrike, eating honeyed salt cakes and potentially hooking up the latter with selkie's temple. I have already encountered several people whom I had not seen in far too long and I am looking forward to meeting ARCs of Forget the Sleepless Shores tomorrow, along with the majority of my panels. Saturday I have nothing but other people's programming and have fantasies of sleep.1. Courtesy of
selidor: some clarification (and a transcription) of that third-century CE clay tablet of Odyssey 14. I don't think I knew that the current oldest written piece of the Odyssey is a fifth-century BCE potsherd from what is now Ukraine. That makes me very happy.2. Here is something that time cannot restore, but the present can still honor: Michael Bradley's Puaki reveals in digital photography the chiseled ink of Māori tā moko that disappears—effectively erased from the face that bore it—through the chemical idiosyncracies of the wet-plate photographic process, the European colonizers' major tool of visual record. Unlike the tarnished images of daguerreotypes, the lost tattoos of the past cannot be recovered, but the paired photographs of Bradley's project can serve as both celebration of the tradition's renascence and reminder of its loss.
3. Years ago in a discussion of the game "devil in the dark,"
ethelmay linked me to an amazing piece of early twentieth century idfic called "The Dark" (1909). Somehow it did not register with me until last night that the Rosamund Nesbit Bland who wrote it was E. Nesbit's daughter. I even thought of it while reading Nesbit's horror because "The Power of Darkness" (1905) depends on a protagonist's vivid fear of the dark. I wonder if there is any link or just proximity.It is not helpful that I have to get up in eight hours and my brain thinks it would like to try experimenting with fic for Sapphire & Steel (1979–82).
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http://www.gurdjiefflegacy.org/archives/rosamundbland.htm
Sadly, after Bland died, both Edith and Rosamund tried to rekindle their relationships with Wells, who snubbed them -- Rosamund wrote him a love letter, reprinted in Julia Briggs' biography of her mother.
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Thanks! That's more than I had.
She has a good face.