1. I woke up to an explosion of my name on Facebook notifications, which in this rare case heralded a pleasant surprise, because I had nearly forgotten until I saw asakiyume's announcement that a delightfully macabre bit of messing around on cucumberseed's livejournal two Octobers ago had turned into Cinderella Jump Rope Rhymes, edited by Francesca Forrest and illustrated by Adam Oehlers. Contributors include Erik Amundsen, Samantha Henderson, Rose Lemberg, Julia Rios, and other fine writers; I can't wait to see if there are any rhymes I missed. Proceeds go half to charity and the rest to the support of Cabinet des Fées.
Apparently I'm on a streak of good things to wake up to. I would say that I should forget about pieces I've had accepted more often, but I'm sure that way lies some terrible crack-up of paperwork.
2. George Dyson will be at the Brattle Theatre next Tuesday to discuss his new book, Turing's Cathedral. I was already interested for the obvious reasons (and the fact that Dyson was a friend of my father's when I was in high school; some of it was just the windbreakers and living in the Pacific Northwest, but I associated him almost irresistibly with Stephen Falken), but this review is a strong encouragement. Anyone else going to be there?
3. I didn't see this card from 2D Goggles in time for Valentine's Day, but I approve of it nonetheless. Also, that is one sexy Brunel.
4. Courtesy of Dean Grodzins: the Round House in Somerville. How is it I've never walked by this place? Has it in fact been restored?
5. I am meeting lesser_celery for lunch at The Salty Pig. I should leave before the buses of Satan get any ideas.
Seriously, it's like someone flipped a switch in my brain. I am walking around feeling like Alastair Sim at the end of Scrooge (1951): "I don't deserve to be so happy! I can't help it!" I'm used to the toggle going the other way.