sunset prism
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yamamanamaI ran into Kyra (blonde, born under the sign of the Acanthodes*, definitely not a replicant, as she is currently more or less a decade older than she was when I last saw her), of all people. But not for long enough and I didn't have my sketchbook with me. This means nothing to you, I know; I'm pretty sure nobody here read my journal 11 years ago. There were other things that happened in the years 2003 and 2004 too. One day I'll post them, but today is not that day.
Although you can read some of them now. Check the Internet Archive. Actually, no, don't. Some of them are kind of cringeworthy. Check the index.
*I imagine, since the extreme southern part of Plymouth County and the Cape evoke the Permian, their zodiac signs should correspond to Paleozoic life, so I'd be something that's ambiguously a crab or maybe a trilobite, Sara would probably be an ammonite or something, and Pisces would simply be fishes that are more amorphous and less evolved than haddock. I'm not sure if Scorpio would remain a scorpion, or if he'd be a eurypterid. Taurus is probably some kind of dimetrodon. Leo's a gorgonopsid. Capricorn is a tetraceratops which is NOT a dinosaur, or a ceratogaulus. I can't even imagine Libra or Sagittarius.
But that's silly, because the constellations 250,000,000 years ago are vastly different.
***
They're not finished with the signal thing or whatever, probably because most of the money is going to Bashar al-Assad's war. And you know as well as I do that if Bashar wins (big if, even with the rest of the world behind him. Just ask the French, Asma. There's a good reason very few, if any, French restaurants have the motto 'we'll treat you like royalty.' ), he'll spend all the money that should be going to the arts and education and public transit on new calendars where May is named after his wife and Friday is named after his dog which is also the word for bread and snake, and a giant gold statue of himself that rotates to face the sun, and concentration camps for Sunnis. I said "Since they're not finished," but I got sidetracked. But anyway, I didn't arrive until after 4.
It may be autumn but it still felt like summer.
And I'm very glad I bought a new set of pens.
Someone was humming the Jeopardy theme.
NOT-Emma liked my drawing, at least. I seriously thought she was Emma. I also mistook someone for Brian. But that's different.
It was a diverse mix of humans and dogs. I had jambalaya for dinner, only because I didn't notice the Brazilian food stand.
They're (I didn't get their names) not super-into-jazz but they do enjoy going to jazz concerts. This is their first Jazz Fest. It's my first Jazz Fest too; I probably would have went last year but I ended up seeing Mahler's 2nd instead. But totally worth it, even if I (along with Layla, Jill, Jess, and Tori.) only got to see two events. I don't know how I missed a band called Screaming Headless Torsos or Snarky Puppy. Dionne Farris and the Russell Gunn Quartet was awesomeness incarnate. Shiela E. was pretty damn energetic, and there was much dancing.
I did not know that Mass Avenue Station is an outdoor platform. It makes sense, I guess; it's a few blocks away from Symphony.
Her name is Layla, not Leila like I thought it was. Good. Because I don't like Leila Khaled. If it was Leela, I'd draw her with one eye. She has a sun pendant, and when it's night, she reverses it so it shows the moon. And it's one of those suns and moons with a face you sometimes see in heraldry and medieval art. I immediately thought of Asakiyume when she told me that. She's from Chicago, not Boston. I told her about the time I found a pendant in a drawer. She's into filmmaking. She wishes she could make art. Jill, however, draws things on the whiteboard in their dorm.
Jill's like "You know how it is. Next thing, they'll say 'Next train to Oak Grove arrives in 20 minutes.' then 'thirty minutes,' then 'The train is never coming.'"
The train was rather crowded, despite being inbound. I'm not as well traveled on the Orange Line as I am on the Green and Red Lines. So Layla and I got separated from the others, and ended up talking about life in Boston, and where we've been, and where our friends have been, and where we want to go.
Layla wants to go to Madagascar. I told her I want to go somewhere untouched by humans, "I guess Mars," I said. We got an excellent view of the city and the setting sun.
Jess has a tattoo; it was words and I don't remember any of them except for 'love'
It just ended up this way: there were three friends, I think one of them was also named Jessica, and they all ended up on different pages of my sketchbook.
***
I posted a poem for Pluto the day I last went to the ICA and a celebration of all things Vox Day hates. Here it is.
burning question: Bashar al Assad and Hassan Rouhani are stealing from the MBTA. Why do we have to pay for it?
Although you can read some of them now. Check the Internet Archive. Actually, no, don't. Some of them are kind of cringeworthy. Check the index.
*I imagine, since the extreme southern part of Plymouth County and the Cape evoke the Permian, their zodiac signs should correspond to Paleozoic life, so I'd be something that's ambiguously a crab or maybe a trilobite, Sara would probably be an ammonite or something, and Pisces would simply be fishes that are more amorphous and less evolved than haddock. I'm not sure if Scorpio would remain a scorpion, or if he'd be a eurypterid. Taurus is probably some kind of dimetrodon. Leo's a gorgonopsid. Capricorn is a tetraceratops which is NOT a dinosaur, or a ceratogaulus. I can't even imagine Libra or Sagittarius.
But that's silly, because the constellations 250,000,000 years ago are vastly different.
***
They're not finished with the signal thing or whatever, probably because most of the money is going to Bashar al-Assad's war. And you know as well as I do that if Bashar wins (big if, even with the rest of the world behind him. Just ask the French, Asma. There's a good reason very few, if any, French restaurants have the motto 'we'll treat you like royalty.' ), he'll spend all the money that should be going to the arts and education and public transit on new calendars where May is named after his wife and Friday is named after his dog which is also the word for bread and snake, and a giant gold statue of himself that rotates to face the sun, and concentration camps for Sunnis. I said "Since they're not finished," but I got sidetracked. But anyway, I didn't arrive until after 4.
It may be autumn but it still felt like summer.
And I'm very glad I bought a new set of pens.
Someone was humming the Jeopardy theme.
NOT-Emma liked my drawing, at least. I seriously thought she was Emma. I also mistook someone for Brian. But that's different.
It was a diverse mix of humans and dogs. I had jambalaya for dinner, only because I didn't notice the Brazilian food stand.
They're (I didn't get their names) not super-into-jazz but they do enjoy going to jazz concerts. This is their first Jazz Fest. It's my first Jazz Fest too; I probably would have went last year but I ended up seeing Mahler's 2nd instead. But totally worth it, even if I (along with Layla, Jill, Jess, and Tori.) only got to see two events. I don't know how I missed a band called Screaming Headless Torsos or Snarky Puppy. Dionne Farris and the Russell Gunn Quartet was awesomeness incarnate. Shiela E. was pretty damn energetic, and there was much dancing.
I did not know that Mass Avenue Station is an outdoor platform. It makes sense, I guess; it's a few blocks away from Symphony.
Her name is Layla, not Leila like I thought it was. Good. Because I don't like Leila Khaled. If it was Leela, I'd draw her with one eye. She has a sun pendant, and when it's night, she reverses it so it shows the moon. And it's one of those suns and moons with a face you sometimes see in heraldry and medieval art. I immediately thought of Asakiyume when she told me that. She's from Chicago, not Boston. I told her about the time I found a pendant in a drawer. She's into filmmaking. She wishes she could make art. Jill, however, draws things on the whiteboard in their dorm.
Jill's like "You know how it is. Next thing, they'll say 'Next train to Oak Grove arrives in 20 minutes.' then 'thirty minutes,' then 'The train is never coming.'"
The train was rather crowded, despite being inbound. I'm not as well traveled on the Orange Line as I am on the Green and Red Lines. So Layla and I got separated from the others, and ended up talking about life in Boston, and where we've been, and where our friends have been, and where we want to go.
Layla wants to go to Madagascar. I told her I want to go somewhere untouched by humans, "I guess Mars," I said. We got an excellent view of the city and the setting sun.
Jess has a tattoo; it was words and I don't remember any of them except for 'love'
It just ended up this way: there were three friends, I think one of them was also named Jessica, and they all ended up on different pages of my sketchbook.
***
I posted a poem for Pluto the day I last went to the ICA and a celebration of all things Vox Day hates. Here it is.
burning question: Bashar al Assad and Hassan Rouhani are stealing from the MBTA. Why do we have to pay for it?
