But he washed me ashore and he took my pearl and left an empty shell of me
Yesterday we had a monsoon. Or perhaps a typhoon. Or a lot of water just fell out of the sky for hours, very loudly and very fast, and our street did its best impression of an arroyo. I took my boots and my umbrella and waited far too long in the downpour for a bus so that I could hear Ruthanna Emrys read from Deep Roots (2018) at Pandemonium Books & Games. When the audience turned out to consist of people who were already up on their queer Jewish neo-Lovecraftiana, she read from her novel in progress, which so far involves first contact with aliens in the Chesapeake Bay and babies being changed for posterity, and then I went with ![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
ashnistrike and nineweaving to Toscanini's, where we met rushthatspeaks and I had caramelized goat's milk ice cream that I want a lot more of. I finally watched the first episode of AMC's The Terror (2018) when I got home. I am not catching up on sleep from Readercon. I actually think I'm sleeping worse: a couple of hours per night and only after sunrise. I am beginning to feel in danger of falling over into things. Have some links.
1. JSTOR: "Here is a brief but erudite reminder of the existence of Violet Paget/Vernon Lee, acclaimed and then forgotten queer nineteenth-century intellectual of all trades, including ghost stories." Me, scrolling: "Well, that's a person with a great face."
2. I've never seen Andy Samberg look better than he does with glasses and a slight beard. Andy Samberg with glasses and a slight beard looks a lot like one of my best friends from college. Ashkenazi genetics, man.
3. I can appreciate people without glasses. Check out this merman.
4. Tragicallymoon_custafer informs me that this poster for von Sternberg's Crime and Punishment (1935) does not accurately advertise a contemporary noir take from the perspective of Sonya, but man, I wish that were a thing.
5. I am enjoying this ever-growing list of immortal celebrities: "Tilda Swinton – found sleeping in a peat bog. Carbon dating inconclusive."
P.S. Five things make a post, but I could not leave off Inge Ginsberg, the ninety-six-year-old Holocaust survivor who has gone from writing pop hits of the 1950's to death metal.
ashnistrike and nineweaving to Toscanini's, where we met rushthatspeaks and I had caramelized goat's milk ice cream that I want a lot more of. I finally watched the first episode of AMC's The Terror (2018) when I got home. I am not catching up on sleep from Readercon. I actually think I'm sleeping worse: a couple of hours per night and only after sunrise. I am beginning to feel in danger of falling over into things. Have some links.1. JSTOR: "Here is a brief but erudite reminder of the existence of Violet Paget/Vernon Lee, acclaimed and then forgotten queer nineteenth-century intellectual of all trades, including ghost stories." Me, scrolling: "Well, that's a person with a great face."
2. I've never seen Andy Samberg look better than he does with glasses and a slight beard. Andy Samberg with glasses and a slight beard looks a lot like one of my best friends from college. Ashkenazi genetics, man.
3. I can appreciate people without glasses. Check out this merman.
4. Tragically
moon_custafer informs me that this poster for von Sternberg's Crime and Punishment (1935) does not accurately advertise a contemporary noir take from the perspective of Sonya, but man, I wish that were a thing.
5. I am enjoying this ever-growing list of immortal celebrities: "Tilda Swinton – found sleeping in a peat bog. Carbon dating inconclusive."
P.S. Five things make a post, but I could not leave off Inge Ginsberg, the ninety-six-year-old Holocaust survivor who has gone from writing pop hits of the 1950's to death metal.
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Normally I want a time machine to watch lost theater productions or movies. Now I want a time machine to make one.
That merfolk is SCORCHING!
I love the sand and the scales. And the rest.