Myth Happens - Because, as you know, an oyster has very few feet

Sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 03:30
Subject: Because, as you know, an oyster has very few feet
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Music:Ezster Balint, "Un poison violent, c'est ça l'amour"
(Can you think of eleven different felonies you could commit with an oyster?)

The oyster festival was a good thing. If nothing else, it gave me the opportunity to visit my brother, whom I have seen only infrequently since he moved out: and I understand why, because he has an unreally nice apartment. Up a steep flight of stairs with the kind of stairwell made to hang art on, the rooms are not high-ceilinged, but airy space, a bay window, a wall made half into a window with glass bricks, and he has not so filled the walls with pictures or posters that they don't reflect sunlight back; he has all the right angles of sky. He parks his bicycle at the top of the stairs, which is slightly chancy, but so far has produced nothing more disastrous than a minor lock-out. The washer-dryer is in the closet between the bathroom and the kitchen. There is a large stuffed dragon on the balcony. And being the kind of person who cares about picture quality and audio, he has rigged his living room with do-it-yourself surroundsound and a computer screen that would threaten the masculinity of many TVs. (He played several pieces off his computer, including A Perfect Circle's "Counting Bodies Like Sheep to the Rhythm of the War Drums" and the 1812 Overture, to demonstrate. The subwoofers work.) His toilet flushing sounds like the steam whistle on an express train, but for God's sake the place has to have a flaw, and it's certainly better than the exposed wires I had in the wall of my apartment when I moved in. He lives near enough to the water that he is planning to go crabbing sometime.

There were no oysters on Friday night, because there was a torrential thunderstorm, but this was more than made up for by Saturday. I hadn't realized the festival was such a major affair; I had assumed it was more or less local, and instead there were a dozen different kinds of oyster from Maine to Virginia, some sweeter, some more salt, and all delicious. I ate eighteen, which my brother pointed out was a respectable one-thousandth of the number advertised. I browsed Milford's extremely high-quality small used bookstore and got a hardcover of Mary Stewart's Touch Not the Cat (1976) for my mother; my brother photographed classic and antique cars; we survived the maddened crowds eating lunch. I got sunburned. He got a T-shirt with this year's festival logo on it, a one-eyed, hook-handed, quite possibly peg-legged pirate oyster, with a parrot on its shoulder. In the later afternoon, there was grocery shopping and collapse; I re-read The Left Hand of Darkness. He barbecued steaks for dinner, which meant that at one point the apartment was so smoky, the air was turning blue. (I had thought that was a metaphor.) We watched a fourth- or fifth-season episode of Remington Steele, which reminded me that I should probably see the rest of the series sometime. And I came home, so to speak, and I miss my apartment, deadbeat landlords and antique telephone jacks and fratboys and all. It is cold and clear as autumn in the dark outside and this time of year—even prefigured, not yet the end of summer—always seems to fold so many other years into itself. I should be in another city; I should be walking home with other people. I am carrying the wrong set of keys.
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Trompé Setsuled: Comfortable Chap
User: setsuled
Date: 2007-08-19 08:54 (UTC)
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(Can you think of eleven different felonies you could commit with an oyster?)

I do believe there are at least four demonstrated in "The Walrus and the Carpenter".

In the later afternoon, there was grocery shopping and collapse; I re-read The Left Hand of Darkness.

How the hell . . . ?!
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Sovay
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 17:24 (UTC)
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How the hell . . . ?!

I like it very much!
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Trompé Setsuled: Book Hands
User: setsuled
Date: 2007-08-19 18:09 (UTC)
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iconBook Hands
I like it very much!

Well, so do I. But, jeez, I wish I could read that fast and still enjoy a book . . .
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Sovay
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 20:08 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
But, jeez, I wish I could read that fast and still enjoy a book . . .

I think one of the reasons I saw so few movies for most of my life was that in the time it took to organize and watch one movie, I could read multiple books; they were a less intuitive form of entertainment.
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Trompé Setsuled: Good Coffee
User: setsuled
Date: 2007-08-19 20:19 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
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in the time it took to organize and watch one movie, I could read multiple books; they were a less intuitive form of entertainment.

You and your alien brain. It's kind of nice to know you're out there. When I was a kid, I used to think about what an utterly strange perspective dryads and nymphs saw life from--I figured their brains worked differently from the bottom up. I guess that's you.
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shewhomust
User: shewhomust
Date: 2007-08-19 10:13 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
You make me wish I could have been there to eat oysters - and I don't like oysters (like swallowing little mouthfuls of sea water - I don't dislike them, but don't see the point).

I'm sorry such a good day ended on such a melancholy note.
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Sovay
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 16:55 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
like swallowing little mouthfuls of sea water

Mmm.

I'm sorry such a good day ended on such a melancholy note.

It's all right. I might have felt like that anyway from the sense of autumn.
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Fleur-de-Lis 28
User: fleurdelis28
Date: 2007-08-19 17:55 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Can't explain, there's something strange
About the early fall...
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Fleur-de-Lis 28
User: fleurdelis28
Date: 2007-08-19 15:09 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Sounds like a day you can consider seized.

I should be in another city; I should be walking home with other people. I am carrying the wrong set of keys.

This time of year continues to set off my back-to-school mode -- since that is what I've been doing for 23/26 of my life -- and make me feel like I ought to be moving in somewhere and seeing all the people and places I haven't seen all summer. Except that I'm still not seeing them, and the fact that I haven't seen many of them in a while without noticing suddenly no longer seems relevant, because it's the time to see them, isn't it?
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Sovay: Lord Peter Wimsey
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 17:23 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
iconLord Peter Wimsey
Sounds like a day you can consider seized.

And devoured!

and make me feel like I ought to be moving in somewhere and seeing all the people and places I haven't seen all summer.

That, too.
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Darcy
User: darcydodo
Date: 2007-08-19 15:46 (UTC)
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Fantastic.
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Sovay: Lord Peter Wimsey: passion
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 17:27 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
iconLord Peter Wimsey: passion
Fantastic.

It was worth the travel.
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ap_aelfwine
User: ap_aelfwine
Date: 2007-08-19 18:28 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Glad you enjoyed yourself.

Is that the used bookshop that's about a block away from St. Gabriel's (the sort of mission-style church)? I'll have to stop in there, maybe. My branch of Comhaltas meets in St. Gabe's parish hall, but the shop's always closed by that time of night so I've never been in.

Sorry you're sunburnt, but the rest sounds lovely.
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Sovay
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 20:14 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Is that the used bookshop that's about a block away from St. Gabriel's (the sort of mission-style church)?

I have no idea; I don't know the layout of Milford. But the place is called Collected Stories.
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ap_aelfwine
User: ap_aelfwine
Date: 2007-08-20 16:49 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I have no idea; I don't know the layout of Milford. But the place is called Collected Stories.

I'm thinking the place I'm thinking of has a different name. It's quite close to the water.

I'm not good at Milford geography, either. All I really know are St. Gabe's, the school where we had to meet whilst they were renovating the hall, and a couple of places where there've been concerts.
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Kathleen Phelan
User: kate2
Date: 2007-08-19 22:02 (UTC)
Subject: St Gabriels
Actually Saint Gabriel's is further down by Naugatuck Avenue...
I was at the Oyster Festival all day yesterday it was great. I love watching People walk down the street and not have to worry about getting hit.
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Sovay: I Claudius
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 23:31 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
iconI Claudius
Actually Saint Gabriel's is further down by Naugatuck Avenue...

Does this mean there's another bookstore I should have wandered into?
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Kathleen Phelan
User: kate2
Date: 2007-08-20 10:49 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I think I know where you are referring to..its by Stonebridge and a friend of mine owns that one..
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wind05
User: wind05
Date: 2007-08-19 22:23 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
I almost, almost, considered having an oyster someday.

this time of year always seems to fold so many other years into itself.

That was a particularly nicely-phrased.
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Sovay: I Claudius
User: sovay
Date: 2007-08-19 22:54 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
iconI Claudius
I almost, almost, considered having an oyster someday.

They are very tasty . . .

That was a particularly nicely-phrased.

Thank you!
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