Verisimilitude

Here's a quotation from a Washington Post piece about the stage-managing of the President's public appearances that I am going to have to work into my dissertation (involving character portrayal in ancient historiography) somehow:

"White House officials do not deny that they craft elaborate events to showcase Bush, but they maintain that these events are designed to accurately dramatize his policies and to convey qualities about him that are real."

women of noteworthy appearance, some incidentally reasonably attractive, others not so

1. a woman in this (work) building yesterday who looked like a bizarro-world labellemargaux in a pink fluffy sweater-dress.

2. a woman, on the train this morning and many other times, a ca.-15-years-in-the-future version of senora in sensible business attire with cheekbones that would scratch glass.

3. two women at North Station this morning, 40-something-year-old identical twins with identical facial warts, identical butt-length fur coats, almost-identical tan boots, non-identical ankle-length velour skirts, almost-identical round tan hats with black quasi-fur trim, and matching red shoulder bags, slung on opposite shoulders, so that the bags themselves traveled between the two as they walked up the train platform in front of me, speaking to one another in what seemed to be a Slavic language. In my imagination they are powerful and feared, if tacky, witches.

a trivial bunch of loosely connected sentences

Wow. That's something like 70 Paris-Hilton-related porn spam messages in one infrequently-checked webmail inbox.

But at least I make good spanakopita. Too bad there's no toaster oven at work, or I would have been eating leftovers for lunch. But the microwave would make my majestic meal soggy and flaccid.

Changing the subject again, if Kraig B. were still in the area so that I might run into him from time to time, I would, upon the next such putative occasion, complain most mightily to him about the name of the Grimoire called "Liber Tenebris Distalis," which marred an otherwise good read.

Well, not all that mightily. But still.

Finally, speaking of Mage, a completely geeky thought that occurred to me today in the School of Theology basement men's room: What Spheres would you need to curse the anonymous person who peed all over the damn seat? Then I realized that the obvious ones (Correspondence, Entropy, possibly Life) are all Spheres my character doesn't have yet, so even in fantasy-land I couldn't do it, and that made me sad.