magicbeans. nothing if not awkward.

i dreamt i was in studio, possibly with some squirrels. and the squirrels had some great ideas, but the critic didn't take them seriously. maybe he didn't know that they could talk. and later, i was preparing for a semester at sea, but the boat was leaving momentarily and i realized i hadn't really given any thought to what i needed to bring.

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these three nerdy guys (and i mean that in the nicest way possible, they could have been any number of my friends from high school) came into the library today and asked about finding h. p. lovecraft's grave. which i thought was pretty cool. turns out he's buried in swan point cemetery, right near the stupid bus shelter from last fall.

this led me to pull out the first three volumes of lovecraft's letters. (the library doesn't have volumes four and five, and as i've been meaning to get my name into at least the bookplate of some library books, i may have to find some used copies and donate them.) he had some interesting thoughts on poetry, and art in general, that i'd like to dig a little more deeply into.

(i dug up today's pics 'cause nikki asked for a "bean-size" white rabbit pic for her website. the first is from the cover of the runaway bunny, a book i have vague, but fond memories of as a child, and was surprised to find a copy in the risd library. the second one is "borrowed" and cropped from the humane society website.)