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Feb. 19th, 2017 01:01 am29 days until the vernal equinox
Both Barsk: The Elephant's Graveyard (it was released in hardcover in December 2015) and Too Like The Lightning (this comes as a surprise to me because it was released in May of 2016, so I guess maybe they balance out with the books that take upwards of 18 months to become available in paperback) were available in paperback. As a further fuck you to John C. Wright, Teddy Beale, Drow, and friends, they're both published by Tor.
The woman with a hat and a tattoo of a somewhat abstract cat's head and a tattoo of three rectangles, red, blue, and black, arranged in a H, and a tattoo that says "every saint has a past. every sinner has a future" uses tea leaves to season chicken.
I swear I've seen her before but I dunno.
It's not really worth updating for just that, though.
Ashley loses things a lot, but she put the list in her bag this time and she's going to tell me what she thinks of Atlas Lab and I'll probably relay those thoughts to Emma, although unless I think of some way to see Emma in person, those thoughts will probably not reach anyone outside the Land of Wind and Ghosts.
I haven't listened to Birdy. I spent my time listening to Bitches Brew, Kind of Blue, and Birth of the Cool, along with Dead Can Dance, Mulatu Astatke, and Bedroom Eyes. She also recommends Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver (which I am familiar with because they did a song called For Emma, Forever Ago that is not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels. Also, I'm pretty sure Chantel and Tara recommended them to me; alas, I can not find the list of bands they recommended.), Fleet Foxes (which I am familiar with because Bulldog did an amazing cover of Mykonos. It's entirely possible that Tara and Chantel recommended them to me), London Grammar (which I've never heard of; also, she thought that the band made an artistic choice of some sorts and spelt their name London Grammer; also, their debut was in 2013 and there's no way anyone not named Claire recommended them to me in 2009) and The Civil Wars (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
asakiyume, I am looking at you).
In exchange, I recommended Rose Polenzani, Glass Mannequins, Abbie Barrett, and the Belgrade Noise Society to her. Don't be fooled by the last one's name, they're more free jazz.
The Thing is a perfect Valentine's Day movie. She asked me how Snowpiercer was. She was asking me about an upcoming movie, The Cure For Wellness, although I don't really know anything about that. She likes a horror movie now and then.
She says that the worst month is February, or at least it is this year because it's snowed so much and even when the snow melted last week, we just gained back the snow we lost, and her driveway has turned into a skating rink.
She says Budapest (pronounced pesht, it's not an Anglization like Bucharest/București, and she knows about the twin cities of Buda and Pest so she's overqualified for an ambassadorship there under the Trump administration) is beautiful and she wants to see İstanbul (which was Constantinople, now it's İstanbul, not Constantinople, but it will be called Byzantium again by the time the Eiffel Tower is lost) as well. She's thinking of going to Barcelona to see the art by Gaudi and the cathedral that's been under construction since 1882 and won't be finished for at least another 10 years.
She never noticed the scars of World War II and I'd probably not notice them if I was ever in Europe had Christopher Priest not pointed them out.
They recently evacuated 75000 people in Thessaloniki because of World War II munitions.
I thought of offering her forged letters of commendation from the Sultan of Krakow if she ever wants to visit the Aral Sea without the risk of being spirited away for the annual cotton harvest and the Council of Magi for safe travel through Iran, but I can not vouch for their quality, so unless rotting away in the interrogation chambers of the Iranian secret police sounds romantic, I don't recommend taking me up on my offer. Or at least tattoo yourself with musical notation before you do. I'm not into that so she probably isn't either.
She loves how everyone has a slightly different expression on their face, after all, people are all different.
She had Tibetan food once, in Northampton, that she loved and she called it hearty and very warm because you're up in the Himalayas but not spicy. They served yak curry (I thought she was a vegetarian but then again I thought the same thing about Emma) and some kind of milk tea. There's a place in Somerville that I can easily get to. We'd have to build fal'Cie and yes, that is the most realistic plan I can think of for a statewide mass transit system. Atomos is happy to build tunnels for you. We'll just have to find somewhere to park Atomos when we're done so there aren't a bunch of Cie'th shambling around.
She ate at Elephant Walk, which is (or rather, was) apparently in Cambridge near Porter Square and not just in Waltham. For the benefit of those of us who aren't named Claire, she says there's a location in Boston, which still exists but not a place to visit in the cold seasons. She says it was less sweet than Thai, and they all have complicated names that she can't remember.
Maybe I picked something sweet. I'm trying to find the entry about it, if it ever existed in the first place. It was in green spring, it was with my dad, and I got some kind of soup. They played either Azam Ali or some kind of Arab or Middle Eastern pop on the speakers and I swear that I told Carla about it which means it was probably in 2009 because everyone stopped using AIM after that, but I might be mixing that up with the time they played Mulatu Astatke at the Apple Store. It might have been before I started volunteering at the Wildlife Center. I would ask if that ever happens to you (much like that time I thought I made a post called Emotions and I'm not sure if I didn't post it or merely called it something else) but I have a better question.
She says there's an amazing Indian place near Quincy Center.
Her roommate was Jamaican and she loved the smell of the food she made.
She says Peruvian is a new fad.
I said that one of the rare bright moments of a bold far right is that the Mexicans are going to come here to Massachusetts instead of staying in Arizona and Ohio because it's hard to find good Mexican in Boston. We have everything else including pretty much every country in Latin America, except for things there isn't much demand for like Greenlandic and Icelandic.
She says that Austria is where a lot of Nazis fled after the war and the far right party there was founded by an SS officer and minister of agriculture, and that sort of explains why Austria was split between far left and far right. They also went to kindred fascist governments in South America and to authoritarian quasi-republics in the middle East, so if you want to blame someone for everything bad in the middle east, blame the Nazis. Going by what someone from Denmark wrote, Denmark also took in a lot of German soldiers after the war.
She's not very optimistic about Austria, even if they did dodge a bullet.
I think Turkmenistan might be worse than Uzbekistan but it's a really close competition. I don't think corrupt even begins to describe those countries.
I said that I think Burma might be the worst of the lot, although who knows what will happen in a post-war Syria.
We were talking about time travel (and clothing with elephant motifs, and about the ratio of people relieved that Pepe has supplanted the elephant as the Republican mascot to people consternated over the frog becoming the Republican mascot) and she gave me a list of anime to watch. Steins;Gate is about time travel and I've heard of it, maybe because of Phil Buni. Robotics;Notes is about robots/science and I'm going to assume it's spiritually linked to Steins;Gate because of the title's format. Sword Art is about videogames/altreality.
She recommended a Youtube channel about alternate history and what if one thing was changed.
She says she doesn't have Final Fantasy XIII-2 but she has XIII and has never finished it and blames her brother for deleting her saves or something, so I have no idea if she knows what an Atomos is and why we need one. I recommended Chrono Cross and Chrono Trigger to her too.
If I said I thought Leah was born in 1727, I'd be lying. She's not unsent. Those of us who have played Final Fantasy X know what being unsent does to your physique.
I did give Molly an update about the owls. Not my latest update, which I share here. I told Mallory as well but I'm not sure if it's new information to her.
I didn't get a chance to go to the wildlife center until very recently. The parking lot there is a skating rink too.
One-Eye couldn't get any vertical lift and I don't think he was going after live prey, anyway. Still, that's not his true name. He's dead now, alas. As for coracoid fracture owl, we opened up his cage recently and he just flew out, off into the wild. So Leah will be half-happy at least, assuming I can get a message to her or assuming she has some sort of telepathic link to barred owls. At this point, I feel like both options are equally likely. The facebook page, of course, made no mention of this whatsoever.
One of the fish crows was released, the other died. We have several rodos and a gull and a spotted salamander. We apparently had a loon. He died, as loons are wont to do.
Kelsey says her family is from a place called Zizilia in Ukraine, which I can find nothing about and which might be too obscure for Wikipedia or I might be spelling wrong or both. One of her teachers thought she was Slovakian, and I thought of Mukachevo, where Lisa Goldstein's mother was from, where the borders ebb and flow around it and one could have been to three countries without ever leaving their home. I told Ashley that I ever come across another copy of The Dream Years, I will give it to her.
Kelsey has a tattoo of a cat skull surrounded by flowers and was talking about a geometric design for her other arm. Her shirt had "we are all mad here" on it or some other reference to Alice In Wonderland. I read about something called Clamp in Wonderland, which is not as amazing as it sounds. Whomever stole the tarts is climping for a CLAMPING! Clamp-clamp ka-bamp!
Primrose asks just how people race pigeons, if they just let them out and time how long it takes for them to come back. She was showing us different breeds of pigeon, including one with a long neck, and one with a small head, and the most royal looking pigeon, and a Sherlock Holmes pigeon with a bald patch around his eye.
The bird grabbed a Sharpie from Jacob's pocket.
The snapping turtle once snuck out of his tank.
Azhane and Treasure were around. One had red hair, not any kind of red, just pure red, one had hair the color of television tuned to a dead channel. I'm not sure who's who.
Jacob said that sending messages to the past wouldn't matter that much because I'm still here.
We ended up with a freezer, possibly from the nearby liquor store, because it was used to store frozen alcoholic cocktails, and we had to move it to the storage room and I'm like "maybe we could call them and tell them we don't need it before they send it to us" although maybe we do need it.
burning question: if you could have any object from the future, what would it be? I'd choose my iPod equivalent from 2060 or so. Provided I'd have a way to charge it.
Both Barsk: The Elephant's Graveyard (it was released in hardcover in December 2015) and Too Like The Lightning (this comes as a surprise to me because it was released in May of 2016, so I guess maybe they balance out with the books that take upwards of 18 months to become available in paperback) were available in paperback. As a further fuck you to John C. Wright, Teddy Beale, Drow, and friends, they're both published by Tor.
The woman with a hat and a tattoo of a somewhat abstract cat's head and a tattoo of three rectangles, red, blue, and black, arranged in a H, and a tattoo that says "every saint has a past. every sinner has a future" uses tea leaves to season chicken.
I swear I've seen her before but I dunno.
It's not really worth updating for just that, though.
Ashley loses things a lot, but she put the list in her bag this time and she's going to tell me what she thinks of Atlas Lab and I'll probably relay those thoughts to Emma, although unless I think of some way to see Emma in person, those thoughts will probably not reach anyone outside the Land of Wind and Ghosts.
I haven't listened to Birdy. I spent my time listening to Bitches Brew, Kind of Blue, and Birth of the Cool, along with Dead Can Dance, Mulatu Astatke, and Bedroom Eyes. She also recommends Sufjan Stevens, Bon Iver (which I am familiar with because they did a song called For Emma, Forever Ago that is not about pastrami, kraut, and bagels. Also, I'm pretty sure Chantel and Tara recommended them to me; alas, I can not find the list of bands they recommended.), Fleet Foxes (which I am familiar with because Bulldog did an amazing cover of Mykonos. It's entirely possible that Tara and Chantel recommended them to me), London Grammar (which I've never heard of; also, she thought that the band made an artistic choice of some sorts and spelt their name London Grammer; also, their debut was in 2013 and there's no way anyone not named Claire recommended them to me in 2009) and The Civil Wars (
asakiyume, I am looking at you).In exchange, I recommended Rose Polenzani, Glass Mannequins, Abbie Barrett, and the Belgrade Noise Society to her. Don't be fooled by the last one's name, they're more free jazz.
The Thing is a perfect Valentine's Day movie. She asked me how Snowpiercer was. She was asking me about an upcoming movie, The Cure For Wellness, although I don't really know anything about that. She likes a horror movie now and then.
She says that the worst month is February, or at least it is this year because it's snowed so much and even when the snow melted last week, we just gained back the snow we lost, and her driveway has turned into a skating rink.
She says Budapest (pronounced pesht, it's not an Anglization like Bucharest/București, and she knows about the twin cities of Buda and Pest so she's overqualified for an ambassadorship there under the Trump administration) is beautiful and she wants to see İstanbul (which was Constantinople, now it's İstanbul, not Constantinople, but it will be called Byzantium again by the time the Eiffel Tower is lost) as well. She's thinking of going to Barcelona to see the art by Gaudi and the cathedral that's been under construction since 1882 and won't be finished for at least another 10 years.
She never noticed the scars of World War II and I'd probably not notice them if I was ever in Europe had Christopher Priest not pointed them out.
They recently evacuated 75000 people in Thessaloniki because of World War II munitions.
I thought of offering her forged letters of commendation from the Sultan of Krakow if she ever wants to visit the Aral Sea without the risk of being spirited away for the annual cotton harvest and the Council of Magi for safe travel through Iran, but I can not vouch for their quality, so unless rotting away in the interrogation chambers of the Iranian secret police sounds romantic, I don't recommend taking me up on my offer. Or at least tattoo yourself with musical notation before you do. I'm not into that so she probably isn't either.
She loves how everyone has a slightly different expression on their face, after all, people are all different.
She had Tibetan food once, in Northampton, that she loved and she called it hearty and very warm because you're up in the Himalayas but not spicy. They served yak curry (I thought she was a vegetarian but then again I thought the same thing about Emma) and some kind of milk tea. There's a place in Somerville that I can easily get to. We'd have to build fal'Cie and yes, that is the most realistic plan I can think of for a statewide mass transit system. Atomos is happy to build tunnels for you. We'll just have to find somewhere to park Atomos when we're done so there aren't a bunch of Cie'th shambling around.
She ate at Elephant Walk, which is (or rather, was) apparently in Cambridge near Porter Square and not just in Waltham. For the benefit of those of us who aren't named Claire, she says there's a location in Boston, which still exists but not a place to visit in the cold seasons. She says it was less sweet than Thai, and they all have complicated names that she can't remember.
Maybe I picked something sweet. I'm trying to find the entry about it, if it ever existed in the first place. It was in green spring, it was with my dad, and I got some kind of soup. They played either Azam Ali or some kind of Arab or Middle Eastern pop on the speakers and I swear that I told Carla about it which means it was probably in 2009 because everyone stopped using AIM after that, but I might be mixing that up with the time they played Mulatu Astatke at the Apple Store. It might have been before I started volunteering at the Wildlife Center. I would ask if that ever happens to you (much like that time I thought I made a post called Emotions and I'm not sure if I didn't post it or merely called it something else) but I have a better question.
She says there's an amazing Indian place near Quincy Center.
Her roommate was Jamaican and she loved the smell of the food she made.
She says Peruvian is a new fad.
I said that one of the rare bright moments of a bold far right is that the Mexicans are going to come here to Massachusetts instead of staying in Arizona and Ohio because it's hard to find good Mexican in Boston. We have everything else including pretty much every country in Latin America, except for things there isn't much demand for like Greenlandic and Icelandic.
She says that Austria is where a lot of Nazis fled after the war and the far right party there was founded by an SS officer and minister of agriculture, and that sort of explains why Austria was split between far left and far right. They also went to kindred fascist governments in South America and to authoritarian quasi-republics in the middle East, so if you want to blame someone for everything bad in the middle east, blame the Nazis. Going by what someone from Denmark wrote, Denmark also took in a lot of German soldiers after the war.
She's not very optimistic about Austria, even if they did dodge a bullet.
I think Turkmenistan might be worse than Uzbekistan but it's a really close competition. I don't think corrupt even begins to describe those countries.
I said that I think Burma might be the worst of the lot, although who knows what will happen in a post-war Syria.
We were talking about time travel (and clothing with elephant motifs, and about the ratio of people relieved that Pepe has supplanted the elephant as the Republican mascot to people consternated over the frog becoming the Republican mascot) and she gave me a list of anime to watch. Steins;Gate is about time travel and I've heard of it, maybe because of Phil Buni. Robotics;Notes is about robots/science and I'm going to assume it's spiritually linked to Steins;Gate because of the title's format. Sword Art is about videogames/altreality.
She recommended a Youtube channel about alternate history and what if one thing was changed.
She says she doesn't have Final Fantasy XIII-2 but she has XIII and has never finished it and blames her brother for deleting her saves or something, so I have no idea if she knows what an Atomos is and why we need one. I recommended Chrono Cross and Chrono Trigger to her too.
If I said I thought Leah was born in 1727, I'd be lying. She's not unsent. Those of us who have played Final Fantasy X know what being unsent does to your physique.
I did give Molly an update about the owls. Not my latest update, which I share here. I told Mallory as well but I'm not sure if it's new information to her.
I didn't get a chance to go to the wildlife center until very recently. The parking lot there is a skating rink too.
One-Eye couldn't get any vertical lift and I don't think he was going after live prey, anyway. Still, that's not his true name. He's dead now, alas. As for coracoid fracture owl, we opened up his cage recently and he just flew out, off into the wild. So Leah will be half-happy at least, assuming I can get a message to her or assuming she has some sort of telepathic link to barred owls. At this point, I feel like both options are equally likely. The facebook page, of course, made no mention of this whatsoever.
One of the fish crows was released, the other died. We have several rodos and a gull and a spotted salamander. We apparently had a loon. He died, as loons are wont to do.
Kelsey says her family is from a place called Zizilia in Ukraine, which I can find nothing about and which might be too obscure for Wikipedia or I might be spelling wrong or both. One of her teachers thought she was Slovakian, and I thought of Mukachevo, where Lisa Goldstein's mother was from, where the borders ebb and flow around it and one could have been to three countries without ever leaving their home. I told Ashley that I ever come across another copy of The Dream Years, I will give it to her.
Kelsey has a tattoo of a cat skull surrounded by flowers and was talking about a geometric design for her other arm. Her shirt had "we are all mad here" on it or some other reference to Alice In Wonderland. I read about something called Clamp in Wonderland, which is not as amazing as it sounds. Whomever stole the tarts is climping for a CLAMPING! Clamp-clamp ka-bamp!
Primrose asks just how people race pigeons, if they just let them out and time how long it takes for them to come back. She was showing us different breeds of pigeon, including one with a long neck, and one with a small head, and the most royal looking pigeon, and a Sherlock Holmes pigeon with a bald patch around his eye.
The bird grabbed a Sharpie from Jacob's pocket.
The snapping turtle once snuck out of his tank.
Azhane and Treasure were around. One had red hair, not any kind of red, just pure red, one had hair the color of television tuned to a dead channel. I'm not sure who's who.
Jacob said that sending messages to the past wouldn't matter that much because I'm still here.
We ended up with a freezer, possibly from the nearby liquor store, because it was used to store frozen alcoholic cocktails, and we had to move it to the storage room and I'm like "maybe we could call them and tell them we don't need it before they send it to us" although maybe we do need it.
burning question: if you could have any object from the future, what would it be? I'd choose my iPod equivalent from 2060 or so. Provided I'd have a way to charge it.
