piratically

Finally got my hands on a copy of the Green Ronin Pirate's Guide to Freeport today. (Would have done so earlier, but it wasn't in stock in my local gaming shop.) Lovely, lovely work. Highly recommended.

Have finished the actual knitting part of the Baby Surprise Jacket I've been working on; now I just need to sew the shoulder seams and put buttons on it. With any luck it'll be ready to hand over on Monday.

Have progressed on writing-spark from having nothing written at all to having a chunk of phrases such as "t kidnaps a to hm" and so on. I think this is an improvement.

Weather was mostly nice for most of the day. Hopefully the rain will keep itself confined to the night.

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The House Was Quiet and the World Was Calm

The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The reader became the book; and summer night
Was like the conscious being of the book.
The house was quiet and the world was calm.
The words were spoken as if there was no book,
Except that the reader leaned above the page,
Wanted to lean, wanted much most to be
The scholar to whom the book is true, to whom
The summer night is like a perfection of thought.
The house was quiet because it had to be.
The quiet was part of the meaning, part of the mind:
The access of perfection to the page.
And the world was calm. The truth in a calm world,
In which there is no other meaning, itself
Is calm, itself is summer and night, itself
Is the reader leaning late and reading there.

-- Wallace Stevens