autumnal beginnings
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jazzfishGentle, Public Activism: "The project involves installing historical markers with a primarily political instead of historical message."
Man Without Mortgage Loses Home in Foreclosure.
The .doc File of J. Alfred Prufrock. "[They will say: 'But how his content's growing thin!']" Edit: and because I can never link to this too many times, Wendy Cope's "Waste Land Limericks".
All day yesterday, and on in to today, my eyes and nose have felt stuffed up. More like I've been crying than like I'm sick. Very odd, and disconcerting.
Factory 449's production of six of Erik Ehn's Saint Plays was fantastic, both in the "amazing" and the "not constrained by representational considerations" senses. I strongly urge anyone in the DC area with an interest in unusual theatre to check it out. As an added bonus, when we walked down Q Street to the theatre the sky held a fat orange moon, tangled in tree branches and bobbing along over townhouses.
Tomorrow is gaming at ABG, for the first time since early August. And October brings Green Valley Book Fair and MD RennFest and (one hopes) the general ability to be outdoors during the day without cursing the heat and humidity. Autumn is when things reset, when life settles back into a rhythm. "The summer ends and we wonder who we are," and then we find out over the next couple of months.
Man Without Mortgage Loses Home in Foreclosure.
The .doc File of J. Alfred Prufrock. "[They will say: 'But how his content's growing thin!']" Edit: and because I can never link to this too many times, Wendy Cope's "Waste Land Limericks".
All day yesterday, and on in to today, my eyes and nose have felt stuffed up. More like I've been crying than like I'm sick. Very odd, and disconcerting.
Factory 449's production of six of Erik Ehn's Saint Plays was fantastic, both in the "amazing" and the "not constrained by representational considerations" senses. I strongly urge anyone in the DC area with an interest in unusual theatre to check it out. As an added bonus, when we walked down Q Street to the theatre the sky held a fat orange moon, tangled in tree branches and bobbing along over townhouses.
Tomorrow is gaming at ABG, for the first time since early August. And October brings Green Valley Book Fair and MD RennFest and (one hopes) the general ability to be outdoors during the day without cursing the heat and humidity. Autumn is when things reset, when life settles back into a rhythm. "The summer ends and we wonder who we are," and then we find out over the next couple of months.