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Yes, a tiny [spoiler] Hamlet.
This time it isn't the Metro, but the Shakespeare In Washington festival. For six months from January to June, with over a hundred presentations at over sixty art venues, the great city of DC is giving us Shakespeare out the wazoo. And I for one couldn't be happier. Shakespeare out the wazoo! What more does life need?
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All of our conversations look like this.
(Tonight at Panera Bread.)
LEIGH: Hmm, I think I'm getting a shortbread cookie.
LEIGH'S BROTHER: Hey, don't those look kinda like -
LEIGH: My God, you're right!
LEIGH'S BROTHER: - from LOTR -
LEIGH: Lembas!
LEIGH'S BROTHER: No, elf bread!
LEIGH: They're the same thing.
LEIGH'S BROTHER: Oh, okay.
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I just realized we don't have a camera for taking photos of cosplayers.
Katsucon 13 is this weekend, and I shall be attending with my little brother in tow. We live a few blocks from Shady Grove Metro Station on the Red Line, and the convention hotel is just a block down 24th Street from the Woodley Park-Zoo/Adams Morgan station. This once again proves that the D.C. Metro system is the greatest invention known to man. ( Read more... ) -
This is the first library book I've been able to read in two months and three weeks.
Two summers ago I was camping alone in the Blue Ridge Mountains in Virginia. I had hauled myself and my gear up there to read, among other things, James Ramsey Ullman's The Day on Fire, a novel that had made me want to be a writer when I was sixteen; I was hoping it would do it again. So I read, lost, every day sitting under a tree by my tent, ( Read more... ) -
Well, I'll be darned. Goshdarned, even.
Dear God,
It may seem strange that I'm writing you again so soon, but this is extraordinary.
After coming home from the library and having dinner, we went to the Borders at the White Flint Mall in order to redeem our member reward savings before they expire. I gathered some real beauties including a handsome thirty-dollar edition of Boswell's The ( Read more... ) -
I should buy a book with the money, of course.
Dear God,
This afternoon I was at the library in Frederick - but you already know that, of course - browsing the stacks when I pulled down a random book by Iris Murdoch. I opened it, and out fell twelve dollars. A ten-dollar bill and two one-dollar bills to be exact, but you already know that, of course.
Now, God, I already know that reading is ( Read more... ) -
From Franz Kafka with love.
25 June 1914. I paced up and down my room from early morning until twilight. The window was open, it was a warm day. The noises of the narrow street beat in uninterruptedly. By now I knew every trifle in the room from having looked at it in the course of my pacing up and down. My eyes had travelled over every wall. I had perused the pattern of the ( Read more... ) -
From Czeslaw Milosz with love.
The consequences of our actions. Completely unknown, for every one of them enters into a multifaceted relation with circumstance and with the actions of others. An absolutely efficient computer could show us, with a correlation for accidents, of course, for how else to calculate the direction taken by a billiard ball after it strikes another? ( Read more... ) -
i still need to wrap my gifts.
Charlemagne is reviewing his troops:
"And you?" The king had reached a knight entirely in white armor; only a thin black line ran around the seams. The rest was light and gleaming, without a scratch, well finished at every joint, with a helmet surmounted by a plume of some oriental cock, changing with every color in the rainbow. On the shield a ( Read more... )