weird dream Almost forgot -- last night, or more properly, early this morning, I had a bizarre dream about buying some very interesting magazines, lovely nice paper and really good layout, photography, and design work. Two of them were about textiles and metalworking and beads and good things like that; I don't recall their titles, but I do remember what the third one was called:
The Hell of Not Writing
... and it really was beautiful. Full of ads for fancy pens, interesting inks, paper and books and research paraphernalia, lap robes and bookmarks and massage oils and proofreaders. And food. Really good food. But mostly I remember the pens and the inks. OK, and the big shawls in deep wine colors. (It was sort of Handwoven multiplied by Belle Armoire plus Art Doll Quarterly minus Ornament, and then crossed with the Levenger catalog and waved near a copy of Co-Evolution Quarterly, if that makes any sense -- and even if it doesn't.)
I wonder what it means.
Oh, and
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curmudgeon was with me. We were traveling someplace.
