Poem for Wednesday

The Stolen Branch
By Pablo Neruda

In the night we shall go in
to steal
a flowering branch.

We shall climb over the wall
in the darkness of the alien garden,
two shadows in the shadow.

Winter is not yet gone,
and the apple tree appears
suddenly changed
into a cascade of fragrant stars.

In the night we shall go in
up to its trembling firmament,
and your little hands and mine
will steal the stars.

And silently,
to our house,
in the night and the shadow,
with your steps will enter
perfume's silent step
and with starry feet
the clear body of spring.

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That poem is trying to give me an Aragorn/Faramir bunny. Oh god, and I was so sure I could never go back there -- in a perverse way I think not getting to see them as I dreamed of seeing them in the EE has cracked open my imagination. But of course it had to be this week when I have a tricky Remus/Sirius fic that I absolutely have to finish! Incidentally, folks, I'm not trying to drive anyone away but if you're really just here for the fic, I do have a fic journal: . If you want the porn and don't want the poetry, the politics, or me babbling about my life, you can get it there. And if you dislike me personally or you're someone who's inclined to tell people about the contents of my locked posts, then for heaven's sake please go read the fic there, defriend this journal and spare both of us.

Google is making me so happy (report via The New York Times). There have been rumors for awhile, but yesterday Google officially announced plans to convert the holdings of several major US research libraries and Oxford University Library into digital files that will be freely searchable over the Web. Yahoo! and other rival companies are expected to follow suit with other libraries. It's Star Trek's library computer, in my lifetime! I have no words for how happy this makes me. Really, I got all choked up reading the news articles. Of all the devices I fantasized about from sci-fi of my youth, the computer library was the one I most wanted in the here and now.

sent me Capercaillie and Wolfstone and Great Big Sea! *adores* Now I must get her October Project in the mail! And , you know those CDs I promised to send you, like, nearly a year ago? They're coming! Also while I am thanking people and making promises, I would just like to grovel a bit to for writing "A Kind of Redemption" which I just adored. SB/RL-SS/RL and it got me all choked up too. (No I'm not getting my period, why do you ask?)

You all know how I spent my morning and afternoon, with , who cheated on me with my cat...or perhaps I should say that my cat cheated on me with her, since they spent four hours snuggling. We ate California Tortilla and drank tea and squeed, and then we had to rush through the end so I could get my kids. For the last night of Chanukah we opened all the presents from my in-laws which included much chocolate for us and books for everyone. Unfortunately the meteor shower was blocked by clouds, so instead we watched the mediocre end of the mediocre Earthsea miniseries. I'm not sorry I watched, but my kids were far more attentive than I was until they had to go to bed; this is Earthsea for third graders. Lana Lang was better than the Dominic Monaghan lookalike and...you know, I think I won't even try to talk about the dialogue or how the plot got reduced. I shall think upon ROTK some more instead.


Here is the view from the the big panoramic windows encircling the Brandywine River Museum cafe. If you look, you can see my reflection in the glass -- my eye is very distinct.


The approach to the museum, built in an old grist mill right on the river in Pennsylvania near Winterthur -- no relation to the Brandywine River in the Shire, I'm afraid, though equally scenic.


The Brandywine River Valley as envisioned by one of the model train layout designers. The waterfall really flows. There are no photos allowed in the art galleries, but photos were allowed in this room...


...here's one taken without a flash as a train was going past a miniature Christmas display.


And this is part of the market outside the gallery but inside the museum grounds, where we bought cider and honey and looked at sweaters and quilts we couldn't afford.

From , a meme with funny enough results to post:

Your Life As A Mary Sue
Name
DOB
Favourite Color
Your name is	Lieutenant-Commander Dariellah Maxwell
Your love interest is	Tom Paris
Your uber!spiffy power is	you can gurgle the Rondo Ala Turka
Your major source of angst is	you are so brilliant and unique and nobody understands you!
People love you because	your beauty surpasses even the fabled Luthien Tinuviel
You will	fall into Middle-Earth and join the Fellowship
This quiz by rosie_cotton - Taken 266 Times.

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Tonight is my older son's school winter assembly at which he is performing, in formal clothing, with the chorus, so I will be running around insane all afternoon and rushing through dinner. The rest of this week in general shall be insane!