2. I have a new philodendron plant! Nobody sells philodendrons-- the last one I saw was four years ago, and someone else nabbed it before I could buy. This one is young and green and bunchy. I like philodendra because they're the one plant I can't kill. Still have a descendant of my first, from 1985, long and stringy and stretching towards the sun in my dining room, but alive. Need to find exactly how much sun these guys need, because it always seems either too much or too little.
3. Finally finished Happy Beaver. Was hoping there'd be at least a nod to the fact that the focus of all the hoo-ha wasn't worth the trouble-- because jeez, even Happy himself implies the man was a sociopath-- but no. A lot of people are dead and no one has learned anything. Back to Whispers Underground, now it's cool enough that I can almost follow the plot, the machinations, and who is where doing what. Railway cuttings mid-city are not something I can easily envisage at the best of times.
4. Back also to the new 100 Demons, which probably requires looking at the old one, because I don't remember Kai vanishing again. Or at least, I thought he came back.
5. Oh look! A Wallace Stevens poem that actually makes sense! (Thank you, First Known When Lost.) Even if I think he *did* steal some of it from the Book of Odes:
The Brave Man
The sun, that brave man,
Comes through boughs that lie in wait,
That brave man.
Green and gloomy eyes
In dark forms of the grass
The good stars,
Pale helms and spiky spurs,
Fears of my bed,
Fears of life and fears of death,
That brave man comes up
From below and walks without meditation,
That brave man.
Wallace Stevens, Ideas of Order (1936).