Oh how I love your stories - they make me miss you, and Te Whanganui-a-Tara, which I barely miss otherwise! I really wish we could beam our favourite wizard to Krakenburn over Ostara!!!
Happy equinox dear friend. I found our Māori wheke wizard triplet sister hag in Mohua. Hope we get to sing some songs to the moon together around a fire sometime...
I can't get over that first sentence: "He gave the name of the station that he knew to be nearest to the village of which Toad Hall was the principal feature." The grammarity of it!
no word of a lie—i have been putting serious work into figuring out how to make waistcoats the load-bearing center of my wardrobe for weeks now, based on a similar ethos.
not because i'm trying to cosplay. the practicality of it is more enchanting to me than any kind of social signaling. i do care about what other people think; the libidinal pull toward getting the whole assemblage rigged up juuust right is much more immediate. especially now that i am blessedly approaching middle age and have kids of my own to embarrass.
also seems much more humane to warn people visually, like a poison dart frog: if i dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, people might think i'm prepared to talk about Ted Lasso, and then be horrified to find me incapable of ordinary small talk. like one of those bells they made people with leprosy carry around.
so yeah: pockets, more pockets, watch pockets; waistcoat, jacket, overcoat, satchel, linings full of sigil-stitches. these are my goals.
Excellent!!! I also wrote more recently about my friend Sammy's magical bag. "What a Wizard carries is emergent from first principles— What do you use every day, multiple times a day? What are the tools you can’t do without?— and the container the kit is carried in is also emergent. It’s a question of ergonomics, of the body. The kit evolves and the kit’s kit evolves."
Oh how I love your stories - they make me miss you, and Te Whanganui-a-Tara, which I barely miss otherwise! I really wish we could beam our favourite wizard to Krakenburn over Ostara!!!
Happy equinox dear friend. I found our Māori wheke wizard triplet sister hag in Mohua. Hope we get to sing some songs to the moon together around a fire sometime...
Your writing inspires me so much! Thank you!
I can't get over that first sentence: "He gave the name of the station that he knew to be nearest to the village of which Toad Hall was the principal feature." The grammarity of it!
no word of a lie—i have been putting serious work into figuring out how to make waistcoats the load-bearing center of my wardrobe for weeks now, based on a similar ethos.
not because i'm trying to cosplay. the practicality of it is more enchanting to me than any kind of social signaling. i do care about what other people think; the libidinal pull toward getting the whole assemblage rigged up juuust right is much more immediate. especially now that i am blessedly approaching middle age and have kids of my own to embarrass.
also seems much more humane to warn people visually, like a poison dart frog: if i dressed in jeans and a polo shirt, people might think i'm prepared to talk about Ted Lasso, and then be horrified to find me incapable of ordinary small talk. like one of those bells they made people with leprosy carry around.
so yeah: pockets, more pockets, watch pockets; waistcoat, jacket, overcoat, satchel, linings full of sigil-stitches. these are my goals.
Excellent!!! I also wrote more recently about my friend Sammy's magical bag. "What a Wizard carries is emergent from first principles— What do you use every day, multiple times a day? What are the tools you can’t do without?— and the container the kit is carried in is also emergent. It’s a question of ergonomics, of the body. The kit evolves and the kit’s kit evolves."
https://rosiewhinray.substack.com/p/obsidian-smartphone
After I wrote this piece Sammy sent me a seven minute POV video unpacking his bag and explaining the contents in detail... Wizard catnip...
Poison dart frog ha ha