Further Explorations at 611
611 was my grandmother's house number. I won't say what street or city. I suppose it's possible you can find it from the image on the previous entry, but probably not. My grandmother
Recent posts
Memory Palace: In the House of My Grandmother
I'm reading The Art of Memory by Frances A Yates, as promised, but am still in the depths of chapter one, which covers Roman writings on the topic. The primary text from Rome
A New Project: Memory
ETA: Oh fer crying out loud... This was supposed to go up last Friday. As the result of a confluence of conversations, I find myself on the verge of a new undertaking in
Early Autumn
We're an hour into September, and it's only 51F outside. It looks like an early Autumn here in Seattle. After the absurd heat wave we had replacing our usual June Gloom, I'll absolutely
Oh right, August continues
Oh hey I should catch up on this. I finished The Haunting of Bly Manor, and it was excellent. I was – spoilers ahead – expecting a "kill your gays" sort of thing, but actually
Mourning Jewelry
I realized I don't have pictures up here of most of the mourning jewelry I've made, much less all in one place. So here we go. One of the first mourning pieces I