organic beings of a different character

The one day I forget my pen is the one day there are actually many people I’d want to draw. Okay, like one person, who had a tattoo of a feather on her shoulder and of writing on her back and a microphone emitting music notes and birds in flight, with big eyes and dark hair. At least I was able to find a pen later because there was no way I’d buy a set of pens.
I'm reading Views from the Oldest House now and it's set in a future world wracked by climate change but it seems to be earlier in time and therefore more connected with our world than Through The Heart is.

Lily Simonson painted depictions of deep sea life that fluoresced under a black light.


This is all I can show you because Instagram is not cooperating with me.

Kate's favorite sea creatures are motile free-swimming polychaete worms that will sometimes shoot off their chætae like darts in self-defence. She had a fossil of a rather small eurypterid from the Silurian and later, because the eurypterid was getting too heavy, a trilobite and encased scorpion of a small and probably highly venomous variety and a centipede that she thinks is some kind of scolopendrid.

Éadaoin is Irish for passion and is the hero from Tochmarc Étaíne. She had a piece of baleen and asked some kids if they knew what a narwhal horn is made of. Spoiler alert: it's the tooth. Maybe calling it a tusk would help.

Juliane had with her parts of a Fiji mermaid, which is the head and torso of a monkey shaved and then grafted on to the back of a fish.
I'm surprised there wasn't a platypus nearby. When people outside of Australia saw a stuffed platypus, they thought "hoho, what a nut. This is obviously just a mole with a duck's bill and feet grafted on. And they're telling me it lays eggs." Then they saw the real thing. "Interesting," they all thought.

Lindsay has bird pins and a bejeweled elephant pendant and a bird-print dress.
A woman whose name I've forgotten, but is Persian, had a ring of peridot and gold and a ring made of jade and gold, and necklaces made from square bits.

I finally got around to visiting the Semitic museum. In the notebook, someone named Saxirha wrote "Milaef xibretten gimmut enut." I thought it was Maltese but now I think it's vaguely Maltese nonsense.
There are a lot of Egyptian artifacts, despite Egyptians not being Semitic.
There's a statue of a goddess with one fish flipper and one hoof, with a sun and moon behind her. They are convinced it's Aštarte but have no idea where it comes from or even if it's real.
I'd guess it was fake myself, or maybe Palmyrene, from the land of the derpy lion statues.

I ran into and petted Lana on my way out.

There were two copies of All Those Vanished Engines at the Harvard Bookstore along with nothing else that really interested me.

A man was wearing a shirt that was a homage to Van Gogh's Starry Night with stormtroopers.

I had Phở with shrimp, imitation crab meat, fishcake, and calamari.

Julie has a bracelet of red and blue gems arranged in circular patterns of six. A man looking for his cellphone only to find that it was buried somewhere in his bag called himself an artist of building demolition, and it's artistry because you can't just blow it to shit and if you fail to blow it to shit, you might have to go back inside. The train was exceptionally bouncy towards the end of our journey.

Burning Question: Is it really surprising that a Russian stooge would out a source that showed Russia's malfeasance?