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In the fell clutch of circumstance
Oct. 3rd, 2011 03:30 pmThree days into October, my little tomato plants are still producing, although at a slower clip. I put in some rainbow chard, mainly because it's pretty. (I do eat a lot of rainbow chard, which I pickle, but it's notably cheaper to buy it from the store than to grow it at home.)
The weekend was mostly uneventful - rainy days and work and Nintendo. Ciro and I went to see Cremaster I and II at the Brattle; I liked the first one a lot, but wasn't completely on-wavelength with the second - parts held my interest and parts did not. I will note that Ciro has a phobia of bees. It was a challenge to get to the screening, as a large section of Mass Ave was closed to traffic and populated by street vendors and bands. Oktoberfest perhaps? Although most of the stands were selling kebabs and Indian food? The bands did have tubas, which could qualify them as Oompah.
The column "The Word" in this Sunday's Boston Globe mentioned that the word "growlery" is being phased out of one dictionary; I had never heard this term, but it apparently is a room you can growl in, also known as a den. I am fond of growling. I want a room for growling. The same column mentioned the website Save the Words, where one can go and adopt a fading or forgotten word and vow to use it as often possible in writing and in conversation so as to preserve it. I'm considering a few possibilities, at least one of which has to do with counterespionage, and would therefore slot into my daily conversations with ease.
I've been paranoid the last couple of days, expecting backstabbing and betrayal from both close friends and people I've never met. I think it comes from being so close to accomplishing a number of things I've worked very hard on for a very long time, but not having them be certain yet. I wonder if this is what makes young liberals turn into conservatives as they get older (which I think is a bit of a fable). However, I still stand for workers' rights, and some of the people I am paranoid toward represent banks and/or entrenched power structures. Also, I am thinking irrationally and can recognize it, so there's that. I will try not to stab any of my friends in the throat, even if I feel threatened by them. I will try.
On an unrelated note, in the 2005 humor issue of Poetry, the news notes claimed that the Library of Congress had selected Pierce Brosnan as the poet laureate, and that his first official act would be to parachute into the Super Bowl at halftime and recite "Invictus." This has been a running joke between Ciro and me ever since. And, well, it seems Ralph Fiennes took it seriously, if this trailer for Corolianus is any indication.
The weekend was mostly uneventful - rainy days and work and Nintendo. Ciro and I went to see Cremaster I and II at the Brattle; I liked the first one a lot, but wasn't completely on-wavelength with the second - parts held my interest and parts did not. I will note that Ciro has a phobia of bees. It was a challenge to get to the screening, as a large section of Mass Ave was closed to traffic and populated by street vendors and bands. Oktoberfest perhaps? Although most of the stands were selling kebabs and Indian food? The bands did have tubas, which could qualify them as Oompah.
The column "The Word" in this Sunday's Boston Globe mentioned that the word "growlery" is being phased out of one dictionary; I had never heard this term, but it apparently is a room you can growl in, also known as a den. I am fond of growling. I want a room for growling. The same column mentioned the website Save the Words, where one can go and adopt a fading or forgotten word and vow to use it as often possible in writing and in conversation so as to preserve it. I'm considering a few possibilities, at least one of which has to do with counterespionage, and would therefore slot into my daily conversations with ease.
I've been paranoid the last couple of days, expecting backstabbing and betrayal from both close friends and people I've never met. I think it comes from being so close to accomplishing a number of things I've worked very hard on for a very long time, but not having them be certain yet. I wonder if this is what makes young liberals turn into conservatives as they get older (which I think is a bit of a fable). However, I still stand for workers' rights, and some of the people I am paranoid toward represent banks and/or entrenched power structures. Also, I am thinking irrationally and can recognize it, so there's that. I will try not to stab any of my friends in the throat, even if I feel threatened by them. I will try.
On an unrelated note, in the 2005 humor issue of Poetry, the news notes claimed that the Library of Congress had selected Pierce Brosnan as the poet laureate, and that his first official act would be to parachute into the Super Bowl at halftime and recite "Invictus." This has been a running joke between Ciro and me ever since. And, well, it seems Ralph Fiennes took it seriously, if this trailer for Corolianus is any indication.
