rose from a dead hand
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yamamanamain the Neponset, there were cormorants and gulls and egrets.
Art in Bloom was invented at the MFA. Even the people were vernal.
There was a woman in a crocheted dress and a pink sweatshirt with giant camo green patch on it with lavender hair, a woman with a flower lapel and a belt of silver and turquoise, a woman with green hair, a woman with deep purple hair.
Maddie had blue and violet and lavender hair with a braid in it and hanging earrings of silver and red.
There was busing because they're working on the Longfellow Bridge but at least you can gawk at the scenery.
I had swordfish tacos with pico de gallo and mango salsa and a cup of gumbo. Next time I'm there, I'll probably try the cajun burger.
A guy had a big fluffy Himalayan cat in his lap.
I found a copy of Novelties & Souvenirs signed by John Crowley, for Sophie’s dad, a copy of Brontomek! by Michael G. Coney, and a copy of The Summer Queen. Finally! Also, it’s 949 pages in mass market paperback. I’m probably going to devote an entire summer to it. Same with the Faded Sun trilogy, which is also really fucking long. I found out Brontomek! is a sequel of sorts to Syzygy so I might not be reading it any time soon.
Gabriella brought a more different Theresa with her. She has plum-colored hair with a streak of gold and an ornate clip, and she dresses a lot like Gabriella (dark moss green velvet jacket, black cardigan, black ribbon choker, pendant, silver bracelets and rings, white dress with black floral designs), and they met each other while studying Italian, and she’s been living in London for the last few years. The one that was formerly Londinium, not that I can think of any other Londons, at least, other Londons that aren’t ass end of nowhere towns. I don't know any specifics, I just thought that might be the case. There's a Caffe Nero near where she is and she's surprised that there are more coffeehouses than teahouses.
Gabriella and Theresa both had weird dreams. I couldn’t understand their conversation because the orchestra was tuning their instruments. Later when we went outside, Theresa’s like “oh, there’s a full moon. That explains it.” Someone’s going to turn into a werewolf, says Gabriella. Theresa was amazed to see stars, except I don't think what she saw was a star at all. It was probably Jupiter.
I don’t dream under a full moon. I roll around and at 3:20 start hiccup-burping and they taste like vomit. I think this is my fault for trying to eat something before bed.
The last dream I remember, I was woken up by an impossibly loud peal of thunder. In the dream, I was preparing for a distant storm.
Beethoven’s opera feels unfinished. Even the libretto looks like Book-A-Minute on Rinkworks.
This is the even more condensed version:
Malo: I saw your daughter hand-in-hand with Sartogenes!
Porus: Oh no!
Malo and Porus: Let us spy on them!
Meanwhile
Volivia: My father will give you his blessing.
Sartogenes: But he hates my family.
Later
Porus: My family hates yours.
Sartogenes: But I don’t hate you.
Volivia: I love him!
Porus: I disown you!
Sartogenes: If I can not have her, then I must fall on my sword!
Porus: I grant my blessing to you.
Malo: Curses! My diabolical schemes have been foiled!
So I checked Wikipedia and it tells me that this is not in fact what happened. Instead, Beethoven wrote the first scene and said fuck it and wrote Fidelio instead. That’s only the beginning. Later on, Romenius loves Volivia too and has abandoned his previous lover Sericia, has Porus and Sartagones (wait a minute) banished from Rome and Volivia becomes a priestess of Vesta (hence the name) and Romenius sacks the temple and has Malo drowned and is stabbed by Sericia, and the sacred flame reignites itself.
In Menotti’s The Medium, Monica and Toby (a mute rescued from the streets of Budapest) play dressup and the spiritist Madame Flora comes home drunk and berates them for not preparing. Mrs. Nolan and Mr. and Mrs. Gobineau show up for a fraudulent séance, in which Monica speaks from behind a screen. As they say goodbye to their departed children, Madame Flora feels a phantasmal hand clutching at her throat, and blames Toby. Monica sings her a lullaby and Flora hears a voice calling out to her. Later, Toby gives a puppet show for Monica and they start to fall in love with each other. Madame Flora tells her guests that there will be no more séances, they’re all a bunch of fakes anyway, go home, here’s your money, and they really don’t care that it’s fake because just the idea of being able to communicate with their children in the unseen realm is comforting, and Toby, you leave too. Toby comes back for his tambourine, and Flora shoots him, thinking he’s the spirit. It’s a lot more dark and murdery than I expected. It’s never really explained what the voices are.
The Impresario is a later Mozart opera than I expected. It’s an opera about opera.
Gabriella was talking about how her mother did an artist’s residency out in the Connecticut wilderness.
One member of her mother’s family who immigrated here did nude paintings and his art was declared obscene.
Theresa said that it’s nice to see that music is still alive in Boston.
Electrofolk is a thing. Someone Gabriella knows is making an electrofolk album. Electroswing I’ve heard, although it is disappointing that it was a DJ and not a DJ with a live swing band.
Romeo’s been going outside and noshing on grass.
Meanwhile, Jeff Beezo has a house with three kitchens and a ballroom. I think for what he did for literature, he should be forced to live in a single room apartment above a bowling alley and below another bowling alley.
burning question: do you think Bill Cosby and Pepe the Frog are related?
Art in Bloom was invented at the MFA. Even the people were vernal.
There was a woman in a crocheted dress and a pink sweatshirt with giant camo green patch on it with lavender hair, a woman with a flower lapel and a belt of silver and turquoise, a woman with green hair, a woman with deep purple hair.
Maddie had blue and violet and lavender hair with a braid in it and hanging earrings of silver and red.
There was busing because they're working on the Longfellow Bridge but at least you can gawk at the scenery.
I had swordfish tacos with pico de gallo and mango salsa and a cup of gumbo. Next time I'm there, I'll probably try the cajun burger.
A guy had a big fluffy Himalayan cat in his lap.
I found a copy of Novelties & Souvenirs signed by John Crowley, for Sophie’s dad, a copy of Brontomek! by Michael G. Coney, and a copy of The Summer Queen. Finally! Also, it’s 949 pages in mass market paperback. I’m probably going to devote an entire summer to it. Same with the Faded Sun trilogy, which is also really fucking long. I found out Brontomek! is a sequel of sorts to Syzygy so I might not be reading it any time soon.
Gabriella brought a more different Theresa with her. She has plum-colored hair with a streak of gold and an ornate clip, and she dresses a lot like Gabriella (dark moss green velvet jacket, black cardigan, black ribbon choker, pendant, silver bracelets and rings, white dress with black floral designs), and they met each other while studying Italian, and she’s been living in London for the last few years. The one that was formerly Londinium, not that I can think of any other Londons, at least, other Londons that aren’t ass end of nowhere towns. I don't know any specifics, I just thought that might be the case. There's a Caffe Nero near where she is and she's surprised that there are more coffeehouses than teahouses.
Gabriella and Theresa both had weird dreams. I couldn’t understand their conversation because the orchestra was tuning their instruments. Later when we went outside, Theresa’s like “oh, there’s a full moon. That explains it.” Someone’s going to turn into a werewolf, says Gabriella. Theresa was amazed to see stars, except I don't think what she saw was a star at all. It was probably Jupiter.
I don’t dream under a full moon. I roll around and at 3:20 start hiccup-burping and they taste like vomit. I think this is my fault for trying to eat something before bed.
The last dream I remember, I was woken up by an impossibly loud peal of thunder. In the dream, I was preparing for a distant storm.
Beethoven’s opera feels unfinished. Even the libretto looks like Book-A-Minute on Rinkworks.
This is the even more condensed version:
Malo: I saw your daughter hand-in-hand with Sartogenes!
Porus: Oh no!
Malo and Porus: Let us spy on them!
Meanwhile
Volivia: My father will give you his blessing.
Sartogenes: But he hates my family.
Later
Porus: My family hates yours.
Sartogenes: But I don’t hate you.
Volivia: I love him!
Porus: I disown you!
Sartogenes: If I can not have her, then I must fall on my sword!
Porus: I grant my blessing to you.
Malo: Curses! My diabolical schemes have been foiled!
So I checked Wikipedia and it tells me that this is not in fact what happened. Instead, Beethoven wrote the first scene and said fuck it and wrote Fidelio instead. That’s only the beginning. Later on, Romenius loves Volivia too and has abandoned his previous lover Sericia, has Porus and Sartagones (wait a minute) banished from Rome and Volivia becomes a priestess of Vesta (hence the name) and Romenius sacks the temple and has Malo drowned and is stabbed by Sericia, and the sacred flame reignites itself.
In Menotti’s The Medium, Monica and Toby (a mute rescued from the streets of Budapest) play dressup and the spiritist Madame Flora comes home drunk and berates them for not preparing. Mrs. Nolan and Mr. and Mrs. Gobineau show up for a fraudulent séance, in which Monica speaks from behind a screen. As they say goodbye to their departed children, Madame Flora feels a phantasmal hand clutching at her throat, and blames Toby. Monica sings her a lullaby and Flora hears a voice calling out to her. Later, Toby gives a puppet show for Monica and they start to fall in love with each other. Madame Flora tells her guests that there will be no more séances, they’re all a bunch of fakes anyway, go home, here’s your money, and they really don’t care that it’s fake because just the idea of being able to communicate with their children in the unseen realm is comforting, and Toby, you leave too. Toby comes back for his tambourine, and Flora shoots him, thinking he’s the spirit. It’s a lot more dark and murdery than I expected. It’s never really explained what the voices are.
The Impresario is a later Mozart opera than I expected. It’s an opera about opera.
Gabriella was talking about how her mother did an artist’s residency out in the Connecticut wilderness.
One member of her mother’s family who immigrated here did nude paintings and his art was declared obscene.
Theresa said that it’s nice to see that music is still alive in Boston.
Electrofolk is a thing. Someone Gabriella knows is making an electrofolk album. Electroswing I’ve heard, although it is disappointing that it was a DJ and not a DJ with a live swing band.
Romeo’s been going outside and noshing on grass.
Meanwhile, Jeff Beezo has a house with three kitchens and a ballroom. I think for what he did for literature, he should be forced to live in a single room apartment above a bowling alley and below another bowling alley.
burning question: do you think Bill Cosby and Pepe the Frog are related?
