Forager Girl, and weird mail
Forager Girl and I had a great day. We cooked lunch with the stuff she brought and it was fine, though odd, and I of course augmented it with noodles. I showed her what I was working on and some notes for some other stuff I’ve been thinking about and she asked all the right questions and gave me really useful critique. It was like drinking water on a really hot day, like hanging with Barris Mackey when he’s not going on and on about factions and politics. My next day off, or sooner if I don’t get one soon enough (fooey on Hugo), I’ll go to her place and look at her stuff. When she finally had to go I walked her down to the lobby and Harry met us there and made one of his usual remarks. He was really interested in the Cambodian piecework on one of her shoulder bags.

I want to go back and re-read everything I’ve ever seen about dynamic symmetry.

In other news, I’m getting weird mail. The kind of thing like those ads urging you to get some kind of credit card (Chain always talks me out of those and it’s annoying because I’d really like to use plastic now and then). But they’re not: they’re solicitations for art competitions, juried shows, and stuff like that. How did I get on those mailing lists? They’re so weird, not like the kind of letter you’d expect to get from galleries or foundations or schools or whatever – they look just like those credit card letters. Including the sticker that says “Yes” and the sticker that says “No.”
Chain says I should throw them away but I’ve been stuffing them in an envelope to show to Barris Mackey whenever I see him again.