roosting amid quilts
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incandescensHad an absolutely fantastic day.
Started a little later than planned - didn't quite wake up in time to go and get the 7.10am train, and ended up getting the 8.10am train instead. Oh well, it could have been worse, and perhaps hoping to spend the whole day (10am to 5.30pm) at the show was a little extravagant.
Got there safely. Spent too much, as usual. Looked around the exhibition quilts and admired them greatly, as usual. (It's very good for the humility, too.) Had a lovely time just hanging around with other quilt-fanciers/makers. Some of the vendors are starting to recognise me as a regular. It's rather nice.
So a very satisfactory blowout. (Do quilts have vestigia? I blame my recent reading.)
(Um, and there is the Northern Quilts show in Harrogate in three weeks, which I will certainly be attending as well, but let's not go into that. It's all the fault of the quilting calendar for putting all the conveniently reachable shows together. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Up to about 69K on the first draft of the second Library book. Must keep going.
Have just rewarded myself for a good day with a glass of some of the plum brandy which I still have left over from Prague. Feeling nicely comfortable about the world at the moment.
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When I first started my apprenticeship, practice was a slog. And while my appreciation and skill have improved, running through your formae again and again as you strive to perfect them is never going to be a laugh a minute.
And you don't even get to do cool martial art stances while you do them. [...] Certainly it seemed natural to enhance a spell-casting with gestures. Even Nightingale had his quirks - the little flick of his hand for impello, the admonitory finger wag for aer and the opening hand movement that accompanied the first spell I ever learned - lux.
What frustrated me was the thought that with three thousand years of history someone in China, some monk in a monastery halfway up a mountain, must have developed a magic kata, a physical expression of formae. Or at least have got close enough to explain all those legendary swordsmen and their inexplicable desire to roost in the tops of bamboo trees.
-- Broken Homes, Ben Aaronovitch
Started a little later than planned - didn't quite wake up in time to go and get the 7.10am train, and ended up getting the 8.10am train instead. Oh well, it could have been worse, and perhaps hoping to spend the whole day (10am to 5.30pm) at the show was a little extravagant.
Got there safely. Spent too much, as usual. Looked around the exhibition quilts and admired them greatly, as usual. (It's very good for the humility, too.) Had a lovely time just hanging around with other quilt-fanciers/makers. Some of the vendors are starting to recognise me as a regular. It's rather nice.
So a very satisfactory blowout. (Do quilts have vestigia? I blame my recent reading.)
(Um, and there is the Northern Quilts show in Harrogate in three weeks, which I will certainly be attending as well, but let's not go into that. It's all the fault of the quilting calendar for putting all the conveniently reachable shows together. That's my story and I'm sticking to it.
Up to about 69K on the first draft of the second Library book. Must keep going.
Have just rewarded myself for a good day with a glass of some of the plum brandy which I still have left over from Prague. Feeling nicely comfortable about the world at the moment.
---
When I first started my apprenticeship, practice was a slog. And while my appreciation and skill have improved, running through your formae again and again as you strive to perfect them is never going to be a laugh a minute.
And you don't even get to do cool martial art stances while you do them. [...] Certainly it seemed natural to enhance a spell-casting with gestures. Even Nightingale had his quirks - the little flick of his hand for impello, the admonitory finger wag for aer and the opening hand movement that accompanied the first spell I ever learned - lux.
What frustrated me was the thought that with three thousand years of history someone in China, some monk in a monastery halfway up a mountain, must have developed a magic kata, a physical expression of formae. Or at least have got close enough to explain all those legendary swordsmen and their inexplicable desire to roost in the tops of bamboo trees.
-- Broken Homes, Ben Aaronovitch
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