events in a high wind
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yamamanamaIt took me two hours to get from Braintree to Harvard because I got on a bus that went between Braintree and Quincy Center and then had to wait twenty minutes for a bus that would go between Quincy Center and North Quincy. I later learned that the second phase of my bus journey was completely unnecessary and I don’t really understand why. Maybe it was really about the garage repairs they're doing at the same time.
And it was raining. Fuck you, that’s why. They’re all like OMG FIRST WEEKEND SINCE SAINT PATRICK’S DAY IN WHICH IT DOESN’T RAIN. If anyone with a copy of Kathryn Starbuck’s The House on Top of The Hill or those other books I want (Rainbow Man, Ecstasia, A Mask For The General, Saraband of Lost Time, Tower of Dreams, Moonfall (Heather Spears, kupo, not Jack McDevitt (I have that and read it in high school(I liked Eternity Road more)))) wants my copy of Gold Fame Citrus, I’ll be happy to part with it. I’m sorry. I really want to like it but the idea of a drought-wracked future is simply too unrealistic for my taste.
Becca says my style reminds me of an animated show but she can not think of the title.
This all balances out because the Wolff Sisters didn’t get to play. I recognized Kat because she looks like a rustic Leah, but didn’t get to draw her portrait because it was still drizzly when I got there, where I spent the next hour cursing puddles in general and the puddles in Harvard Square in particular.
This is the 36th annual Mayfair and usually it's two weeks earlier so I guess things were different back then.
Dietrich Strause played with the Blue Ribbons. I’m not sure if he was always supposed to or this is just something they did because they didn’t get started until 2.
Nani, Jayden, Mariano, Andrés, and Ali all played music together but they weren't part of a band.
If Arc Iris wasn’t playing, I wouldn’t have bothered going. I think that because it’s the 36th mayfair, maybe things were different back then. Arc Iris played a bunch of new songs from an album that they were working on and I realized this because I’m not familiar with any of the songs they played and for good reason, all futurepop (this may not be the correct term) from the year 2080 in which self-driving cars don’t take you where you want to go. They don’t really sound like the music of a future in which the climate is so wracked that it snows on my birthday, and they played Turn It Up from their latest album. Zach is very proud of the fact that I noticed the Max Rebo (Jabba’s palace’s resident keyboardist) plush. They didn’t have a violinist or cellist with them.
Billy Wylder is a band, not a person. They play roots rock and he sang about the time he was in Maine and saw a great blue heron, which is probably my favorite bird.
I bought Celtic Tides: A Musical Odyssey, which is not just music from Ireland and Scotland but from maritime Canada, from the Cambridge Art Collective, which is hopefully putting everything in storage for a few months and hopefully not moving to some out of the way location. Win? The Celtic Crossroads part, I mean, not the Cambridge Art Collective being replaced by yet another bank or something. There were the ghosts of chalk art. Their twitter said the rain was over so come for chalk art and dance. There wasn’t any chalk art or dance. Or, at least, the dance stage looked closed. I also didn't find a naanwich so I had koshari. It’s still the same old koshari we know and love but now it comes with your choice of sides. I picked hummus (apparently they just eat hummus… should’ve picked falafel) and zaatar salad with lettuce, mint, tomatoes, cucumbers, and radish.
Oh, but we have five fucking beer gardens. I, for one, welcome our new Muslamic overlords.
Session Americana played. Merrie Amsterberg was their guest artist.
I met a pug; I met Luna who is white and fluffy; I met a bunch of dogs who are black and fluffy; I met Indy, whose name is short for Indigo and not Indiana Jones, but she hates Nazis too.
Devon has a quartz pendant and a tattoo of an ancient Egyptian water divining symbol, the word he could not recall at all in English and blanked on in Portuguese. He spent six years in Brazil. I believe it’s called dowsing. It's also called rhabdomancy according to Rinkworks' Fun With Words. He told me about the time someone in a restaurant drew a portrait on a napkin. I’ve used some odd things before: a pad of paper I found, an envelope, a CharlieCard receipt.
Another man had tattoos of Aztec sun symbol, a macaw, a tree. A woman had flower tattoos.
A woman wore a shirt with Lord and Emperor, a parody of Calvin and Hobbes with Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine.
Louis, or maybe Luis, had a shirt with Tanuki Mario on it.
Liz has star-shaped earrings. Liz I met on the train and not at the Mayfair.
A woman working at the Milk Bar had bright highlighter chartreuse hair and a woman at the Milk Bar had a tattoo of the Sun tarot card.
The oaks in Braintree and Quincy still don't have proper leaves on them.
I don’t know if Gabriella was on the other bus or if I just didn’t notice her. I gave her updates on the new eagle and on the baby foxes and forgot when we got our previous eagles because time is all out of joint. For example, internet sensation Grumpy Cat died at the age of seven, which I just can't believe. I mean, I thought he was long dead, and even if he did just die, I thought he was at least fifteen.
burning question: can we put the Mayfair out of its misery? Better yet, put May out of its misery.
And it was raining. Fuck you, that’s why. They’re all like OMG FIRST WEEKEND SINCE SAINT PATRICK’S DAY IN WHICH IT DOESN’T RAIN. If anyone with a copy of Kathryn Starbuck’s The House on Top of The Hill or those other books I want (Rainbow Man, Ecstasia, A Mask For The General, Saraband of Lost Time, Tower of Dreams, Moonfall (Heather Spears, kupo, not Jack McDevitt (I have that and read it in high school(I liked Eternity Road more)))) wants my copy of Gold Fame Citrus, I’ll be happy to part with it. I’m sorry. I really want to like it but the idea of a drought-wracked future is simply too unrealistic for my taste.
Becca says my style reminds me of an animated show but she can not think of the title.
This all balances out because the Wolff Sisters didn’t get to play. I recognized Kat because she looks like a rustic Leah, but didn’t get to draw her portrait because it was still drizzly when I got there, where I spent the next hour cursing puddles in general and the puddles in Harvard Square in particular.
This is the 36th annual Mayfair and usually it's two weeks earlier so I guess things were different back then.
Dietrich Strause played with the Blue Ribbons. I’m not sure if he was always supposed to or this is just something they did because they didn’t get started until 2.
Nani, Jayden, Mariano, Andrés, and Ali all played music together but they weren't part of a band.
If Arc Iris wasn’t playing, I wouldn’t have bothered going. I think that because it’s the 36th mayfair, maybe things were different back then. Arc Iris played a bunch of new songs from an album that they were working on and I realized this because I’m not familiar with any of the songs they played and for good reason, all futurepop (this may not be the correct term) from the year 2080 in which self-driving cars don’t take you where you want to go. They don’t really sound like the music of a future in which the climate is so wracked that it snows on my birthday, and they played Turn It Up from their latest album. Zach is very proud of the fact that I noticed the Max Rebo (Jabba’s palace’s resident keyboardist) plush. They didn’t have a violinist or cellist with them.
Billy Wylder is a band, not a person. They play roots rock and he sang about the time he was in Maine and saw a great blue heron, which is probably my favorite bird.
I bought Celtic Tides: A Musical Odyssey, which is not just music from Ireland and Scotland but from maritime Canada, from the Cambridge Art Collective, which is hopefully putting everything in storage for a few months and hopefully not moving to some out of the way location. Win? The Celtic Crossroads part, I mean, not the Cambridge Art Collective being replaced by yet another bank or something. There were the ghosts of chalk art. Their twitter said the rain was over so come for chalk art and dance. There wasn’t any chalk art or dance. Or, at least, the dance stage looked closed. I also didn't find a naanwich so I had koshari. It’s still the same old koshari we know and love but now it comes with your choice of sides. I picked hummus (apparently they just eat hummus… should’ve picked falafel) and zaatar salad with lettuce, mint, tomatoes, cucumbers, and radish.
Oh, but we have five fucking beer gardens. I, for one, welcome our new Muslamic overlords.
Session Americana played. Merrie Amsterberg was their guest artist.
I met a pug; I met Luna who is white and fluffy; I met a bunch of dogs who are black and fluffy; I met Indy, whose name is short for Indigo and not Indiana Jones, but she hates Nazis too.
Devon has a quartz pendant and a tattoo of an ancient Egyptian water divining symbol, the word he could not recall at all in English and blanked on in Portuguese. He spent six years in Brazil. I believe it’s called dowsing. It's also called rhabdomancy according to Rinkworks' Fun With Words. He told me about the time someone in a restaurant drew a portrait on a napkin. I’ve used some odd things before: a pad of paper I found, an envelope, a CharlieCard receipt.
Another man had tattoos of Aztec sun symbol, a macaw, a tree. A woman had flower tattoos.
A woman wore a shirt with Lord and Emperor, a parody of Calvin and Hobbes with Darth Vader and Emperor Palpatine.
Louis, or maybe Luis, had a shirt with Tanuki Mario on it.
Liz has star-shaped earrings. Liz I met on the train and not at the Mayfair.
A woman working at the Milk Bar had bright highlighter chartreuse hair and a woman at the Milk Bar had a tattoo of the Sun tarot card.
The oaks in Braintree and Quincy still don't have proper leaves on them.
I don’t know if Gabriella was on the other bus or if I just didn’t notice her. I gave her updates on the new eagle and on the baby foxes and forgot when we got our previous eagles because time is all out of joint. For example, internet sensation Grumpy Cat died at the age of seven, which I just can't believe. I mean, I thought he was long dead, and even if he did just die, I thought he was at least fifteen.
burning question: can we put the Mayfair out of its misery? Better yet, put May out of its misery.
