April 17th, 2010


Poem for Saturday, Longwood Gardens & 'Face of the Enemy'

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It wasn't the most exciting of Fridays -- I wrote a review of Star Trek: The Next Generation's "Face of the Enemy and did some other work, mostly cleaning up stuff online (particularly on MySpace, where a bunch of people have friended me recently though I pretty much just import tweets there and do most of my real interaction on Facebook). It was another gorgeous warm day, though a storm front blew through in the late afternoon and we're supposed to have a big temperature drop for the weekend, which is fine with me; I'm not ready for summer yet. One of the things I found in my online wanderings was this post (originally on LiveJournal with fannish stuff, later imported and cleaned up for Blogger) in which I mused on the fact that my kids might never be in school together again and that ninth grade was a million years away for my second grader. He'll be in ninth grade next year, and at a different high school from his older brother, as we knew in 2004 might be the case. But reading that -- which I showed both sons, who were unimpressed -- wow, I feel old.

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We had dinner with my parents (Lebanese Taverna hummus, babaganoush, and fatayer among other things, yay), then came home for Smallville, which in addition to having the most attractive cast on television also gave me a flashback to 2004 -- a joyous one, in that this was the gayest episode aired since then, including Clark's personal reminiscences about Lex which just made me so happy...Collapse ) Here are some more photos from Longwood Gardens' conservatory. Younger son, who has started blogging and posting his photos, seems to think that it is cheating for me to post photos I took on a single day over the course of many days, but I assume no one really wants to see 40 photos at once and anyway I have some arranged by theme, like the Wizard of Oz decorations from the conservatory in Baltimore that I haven't posted yet. These have no particular theme but the stained glass parrots were a gift to Pierre Du Pont from one of his sisters and hung here in the 1920s.

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