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So this weekend was loads of fun.

I went to King Richard's Faire with lindalee and her friend S, tigira, meadmaker, cairpre26, another friend M, and her boy and brood. 'Twas fun. Everyone looked simply smashing. tigira and I were pleased to find our garb fit us better than ever, and lindalee looked resplendent in the infamous TOAP bodice. At one point, some garbed gentleman with a camera asked to take a picture of her and me. Silly, but flattering. We wandered much, ate food, looked at shiny things, and I bought a drinking horn. W00t! It's a nice one. Not the combo "you can also blow it" kind--I don't want the cork to dry out or break and render it useless. I had meadmaker take a few snapshots of me (before he fell off the car), and hopefully those will turn out well enough to scan in and make icons. Had a nice phone conversation with pierceheart that night too.

The next day I had plans to go to the Museum of Science with my dad to see the Lord of the Rings exhibit there. Turns out he hadn't bought advance tickets, and it was sold out when we got there. Grrrrrrrr. But we hung out at the museum anyway, and caught a planetarium show and a lightning show. Fun stuff. Afterwards we had dinner at Ginza, where I introduced my dad to some new kinds of sushi. I saw him off at South Station afterwards. He left me with an abundance of Penzey's spices of which he'd ordered too much, so I now have tarragon, thyme, hot curry, mild curry, and more cinnamon and chipotle. Yay! He also noticed my weight loss, and promised not to tell my mom.

So. A good time was had. I am hoping to be able to see the LOTR exhibit this Saturday (10/23), though. If anyone is interested in keeping me company (and Tolkein-geeking with me), let me know so I can buy advance tickets.

Post some poetry when you see this

I will probably post a sestina I wrote a while ago, but can't remember it offhand to post. So here is a poem that I've always liked, and which pierceheart recalled to me recently:

( Ulysses (by Alfred Tennyson, 1842) )

Oh, and here's another, because I love it.

And because well, shit, he's just my favourite poet in any language.

CORRESPONDENCES
Charles Baudelaire

La Nature est un temple où de vivants piliers
Laissent parfois sortir de confuses paroles;
L'homme y passe à travers des forêts de symboles
Qui l'observent avec des regards familiers.

Comme de longs échos qui de loin se confondent
Dans une ténébreuse et profonde unité,
Vaste comme la nuit et comme la clarté,
Les parfums, les couleurs et les sons se répondent.

Il est des parfums frais comme des chairs d'enfants,
Doux comme les hautbois, verts comme les prairies,
- Et d'autres, corrompus, riches et triomphants,
Ayant l'expansion des choses infinies,
Comme l'ambre, le musc, le benjoin et l'encens
Qui chantent les transports de l'esprit et des sens.

Baa baa

Memories Meme...
Post a memory of me.
It can be anything you want.
Then post this to your journal.
See what people remember about you.
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Here's my interview from pierceheart!

( The interview )

Want to be interviewed too? Ask me in a comment and I'll think of 5 questions for you.