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quislibetPunk rock craft fair last night. Far too crowded, to the point of madness. Not good for the merchants, either, as no one could get near the tables for very long to browse. Some unpleasant older woman, another shopper, demanded to know at one point if our friend P. was going to buy something or if she was just looking, in which case she should step aside to let other people look. P. pointed out she was, in fact, getting money out of her wallet to pay for something. "Oh," said the woman; "I'll just wait in line, then." The woman then proceeded to hold up earrings from the table to P.'s ears absently.
I bought a CD mainly for the cover.
(If that does not move you, look, for example, here or, oddly, here.)
This morning we went to Marblehead, the land of narrow winding streets crammed with SUVs, to see Mr. and Mrs. Santa arrive by lobster boat. (We noticed there that those three-wheeled jogging-style baby carriages that take up the whole sidewalk seem to be the infant and toddler SUV analogue.) Then we went to a few church bazaars of varying quality and snootiness, more or less in an inversely proportional relationship. I bought some finger puppets for my niece at one, and, at a craft fair / rummage sale in the confusingly labyrinthine basement of a nursing home, a copy of "Highlander" (the first one) for 50 cents, a reasonable price for something I might want to watch again at least once before I die, even if it turns out to be a bad copy. We also ate rather good multi-seafood chowder there -- but it seemed from less fortunate smells coming from the kitchen that the residents weren't going to be lunching so well.
At one church, a horrible woman blocking the hallway seemed absolutely shocked when J. dared to say, "excuse me, please" (the third time). She still didn't move, so J. and I pushed past her. She stared at us in loathing until we rounded the corner.
People pretty much drive like that in Marblehead as well, incidentally.
If it weren't for Iggy's Bread and some nice coastal geography, there'd be little reason for a sensible person to go there. Makes me appreciate Salem.
Off to Providence in a few hours for a party hosted by the professor J. wants as her advisor when she returns to grad school next semester, where incidentally we can see friends of ours we've seen too rarely since we moved from there. If that doesn't go too late we have our pick of parties in the Boston area -- c'mon, people, have your parties in February when there's nothing to do, only one of the four is even holiday-related -- but in that case we'll go to the one where people won't really arrive before midnight anyway (and also, by chance, the one I've known about longest).
Well, it seems I have only a small window of time to do any work at all, and we should probably also fit a trip to the Y into that.
I bought a CD mainly for the cover.
(If that does not move you, look, for example, here or, oddly, here.)
This morning we went to Marblehead, the land of narrow winding streets crammed with SUVs, to see Mr. and Mrs. Santa arrive by lobster boat. (We noticed there that those three-wheeled jogging-style baby carriages that take up the whole sidewalk seem to be the infant and toddler SUV analogue.) Then we went to a few church bazaars of varying quality and snootiness, more or less in an inversely proportional relationship. I bought some finger puppets for my niece at one, and, at a craft fair / rummage sale in the confusingly labyrinthine basement of a nursing home, a copy of "Highlander" (the first one) for 50 cents, a reasonable price for something I might want to watch again at least once before I die, even if it turns out to be a bad copy. We also ate rather good multi-seafood chowder there -- but it seemed from less fortunate smells coming from the kitchen that the residents weren't going to be lunching so well.
At one church, a horrible woman blocking the hallway seemed absolutely shocked when J. dared to say, "excuse me, please" (the third time). She still didn't move, so J. and I pushed past her. She stared at us in loathing until we rounded the corner.
People pretty much drive like that in Marblehead as well, incidentally.
If it weren't for Iggy's Bread and some nice coastal geography, there'd be little reason for a sensible person to go there. Makes me appreciate Salem.
Off to Providence in a few hours for a party hosted by the professor J. wants as her advisor when she returns to grad school next semester, where incidentally we can see friends of ours we've seen too rarely since we moved from there. If that doesn't go too late we have our pick of parties in the Boston area -- c'mon, people, have your parties in February when there's nothing to do, only one of the four is even holiday-related -- but in that case we'll go to the one where people won't really arrive before midnight anyway (and also, by chance, the one I've known about longest).
Well, it seems I have only a small window of time to do any work at all, and we should probably also fit a trip to the Y into that.
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Date: 2002-12-09 08:30 am (UTC)I knew which CD you meant even before clicking on that link. I was quite amused by it when I saw it at the fair on Friday. I expected lyrics in ancient Greek and Latin, though.
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Date: 2002-12-09 09:58 am (UTC)