phone me in the mail!

haven't been on here much. moving in september. two weeks of my godawful dishwashing job left. been reading a lot of canadian fiction. hope everyone is well.

i did read marion zimmer bradley's mists of avalon a couple weeks ago. didn't write a review right away because i don't really know how to comment on something so good. it's so fucking good. it's a retelling of arthurian legends from the perspectives of the women in the stories, and it's immersive and entirely true to the feeling of the legends while being original and a meaningful contribution to the canon. my only real criticism is that there is a lot of back and forth between characters about the pagan religion vs. christianity, which can get very repetitive as the same points are made over and over. other than that, phenomenal.

ugh my request for between two fires came in to the library but i immediately returned it bc i'm incredibly sensitive to horror media + i'm gonna be alone in the apartment for a few days and i know how i get. but i read the first few pages and keep thinking about it, i love the hundred years' war as a setting and the writing was very appealing. i do have octavia butler short stories!n

i can't tell if it's a result of time passing & a shift in the culture or if it's because i've been slowly but steadily working my way into higher echelons of restaurant, but the average line cook job interview these days is pretty much just an assessment of whether or not you can be a good hang.

can't believe we got joan in the garden and honestly the whole of as it ever was so it shall be again in 2024. it just feels like the culmination of so much time and dedication and a real fucking artisan approach to the craft. i remember during the height of the lockdown colin meloy did livestreams and demo'ed william fitzwilliam, kinda tinny, over instagram. when the album came out i read basically everything meloy said about the process and then read everything he referenced as being influential to the songwriting. it's such a good fucking album and it's so textually rich. man.

got a CD player recently so i can listen to ones i burned (read: my dad helped me burn, i was seven) when i was a kid. this one goes back to back the cure, bran van 3000, and war pigs by cake. i hope i have a kid like me.