By Robert McAlmon
Geometry is a perfect religion,
Axiom after axiom:
One proves a way into infinity
And logic makes obeisance at command.
Outside of the triangle, cubes, and polystructures
There is restless pummeling, pounding and taunting.
The end is diffused into channels
Every step into eternity—and steps are endless.
The weather on Friday was really gorgeous -- a bit hot in the afternoon, but we'd slept with the windows open and left them that way past noon. I spent all morning indoors working on a review of Voyager's "Twisted", a terrible episode redeemed for me by Janeway/Chakotay and other shipper concerns, but then I got out and saw deer and chatted with neighbors growing watermelons in their front yard.
We had dinner with my parents, half-paying attention to the US Open (we are bummed about Serena), then we came home and watched A Royal Night Out courtesy a European friend. It's the story of Princess Elizabeth's celebration of V.E. day with her sister (with Rupert Everett as George VI), and although it's rather fictionalized -- hanging out with call girls and crushing on soldiers -- it's very enjoyable!