the tailor's cut

Some places change more rapidly than others. At the MIT Museum, the robot section looks like it was rearranged slightly; there are miniature staircases inspired by Inca ruins and M.C. Escher prints in which the rules are (1) abide by φ (2) 45° intervals and (3) 2 orientations and there are some troxes that I didn't think were new but might be, the photography section depicts 21st century Kimberley, South Africa, a settlement that eventually became the center of the diamond industry and De Beers cartel, it was the 2nd largest city and now it's the 21st; the disassembling and reassembling chair is under maintenance. There's a project on fast construction and on Polaroid photography and a visualization of quantum weirdness.

A woman was explaining one of the sculptures to her kid. 13.7 million years ago, the continents were pretty much in their current position and form and there weren't any protohumans yet.
The kid misinterpreted it as "there's going to be another Big Bang in 13.7 billion years."

Someone wrote Robots Will Kill You on a chalkboard, below a Howtoons comic about a marshmallow cannon.

So I guess Indians don't typically cook with sumac, it's more of a middle-eastern thing. There's that place in Harvard Square but it's whole sumac and not powdered. It smelled divine in there. The cashier said some people think it stinks. They're idiots.

I don't think I have Eyes Of Fire but I said to the cashier that if I do have it, I'll give it to Ashley. I don't think this is true. I might attempt to give it to Ashley a few times and then just leave it somewhere with the note that if it's something that might interest you, you can take it. I know for a fact that I don't have Beneath The Shattered Moons, AKA And Strange At Ecbatan The Trees. Eyes of Fire is a radical rewrite of A Funeral For The Eyes Of Fire. I think that the revised edition was eventually published under the name A Funeral For The Eyes Of Fire as well, which makes things extra confusing.
I thought to myself that the only Michael Bishop novel I own is Philip K. Dick Is Dead, Alas and the other Bishop book I have i a collection of short stories, but that's not true, I have No Enemy But Time and Unicorn Mountain as well.

At the MFA was a woman with pale slate blue hair. Despite everything saying it will be opening on July 6, the Summer of Love: Photography and Graphic Design, its bright colors and meandering text bordering on the illegible, is open to the public. There's modern Inuit art with depictions of snowy owls and some kind of owl that I suspect is a boreal owl (nope, boreal owls are small and hornless) or a great gray owl (nope, great grays are related to the barred owl and therefore don't have horns either) but it could very well be a great horned. Or more likely a short-eared owl. Or, you know, pop cultural osmosis. They're putting in a gallery on everyday life in ancient Greece.

There was a man wearing a bow tie. I tried to draw him and then some people speaking what I think is German occupied the space between us so I drew one of them instead. I'm good at identifying written languages, to the point where I could identify Hmong (which is actually pretty easy to identify because they use arbitrary letters (I can find nothing indicating the letters are actually arbitrary but I can find nothing indicating that they're not arbitrary either) at the end of words to mark tones rather than using diacritic tone markers) on the all are welcome here, we stand with refugees, immigrants, Muslims, GBLT, (artists, actors, musicians, eccentrics, dreamers, revolutionaries) signs that are ubiquitous in Cambridge and a sign in Amharic at Out Of The Blue Too. Okay, so maybe Ge'ez is also used to write Tigre, Tigrinya, Oromo, and a few other languages. I think I heard a conversation in Swedish as well. Again, since this isn't a comic and word bubbles don't appear above peoples' heads when they talk in real life, I have no idea.

She was a kindred Condemner (born on June 25) and her pendants were the word Cancer, the stars of the constellation Cancer (it was too small to see if Praesepe was on it), and Zeromus's sigil. Orbiting the star 55 Cancri is a planet that might be made mostly of diamond. She was at a place called Johnny Cupcake's, which is the worst case of flagrant false advertising since Stoner's Pot Palace.

A woman had a tattoo of the words "I love you," a tattoo of five-petaled flowers in red and blue on her arm, a tattoo of Cuchulainn's sigil on the back of her neck.
Celia looks like a fey wild-eyed Sara. Also, her eyes are big and dark brown and not the color of a January sky. Her hair is equally wild. Her phone is decorated with golden stars and crescent moons and a rainbow flag.
A wild-eyed man was on the same page.

a man had tattoos of sheet ghosts and a rectangle with glyphs or something, on the other arm, stars and swirls and an acorn. His hair was dyed the color of vanadium.
a man had tattoos of skulls and roses.
a woman had a tattoo of a hummingbird.

Brittney works with fabrics and studies fashion design. Something about her reminded me of Lauren.

Holly once wrangled the neighbors' shiba inu in a blizzard. Much snow. Wow.

burning question: why does integralism have a summation symbol and not an integration symbol? How stupid are they?