Or apothecary, same difference.
Soap: Fit the Ninth (Continuing Developments)
As I sit here with the luxurious scent of soap I bought in London gently wending its way from betwixt the too-weak atoms of the quart-sized freezer bag I've unceremoniously shoved them into, I think to myself: Yes, good, *this* is the atmosphere I need to relay more *Soap Adventures.*
And now the prophecy is complete
For the last several months I've had a single lone section of my front page left unlinked and forlorn-- BUT NO LONGER.
A Minor Thought: Now I Am Become Unstoppable
Over the previous week and a half, I have received as a consequence of my recent birthday, the following--
New interview: “Historically Inaccurate”
It's from October of last year, but my blog, my rules HA, I'm calling it NEW, OKAY-- I was interviewed by my undergraduate alumnae magazine about my experimental archaeology!
Soap: Interregnum
I threatened in my latest issue of The Minor Hours and Small Thoughts Magazine that I would start putting these experimental archaeology write-ups in their own separate posts-- but I've lost some momentum, so best to reorient ourselves in the narrative.
Issue 42, containing: The Perils of the Artistic Temperament; The Self, On Reflection; Commonplaces, &c.
What is a new year?
A Minor Thought: Unreliable Narrators
It was always part of digital literacy to be wary of what someone wrote on the internet, but that was typically most applicable to things like Yahoo Answers and random echo chamber forums.
writing without engagement (once more with feeling)
So waaaaay back in 2019, I wrote a post about wanting to blog without chasing engagement-- rewinding back to the old days of LiveJournal where long-form was king and the Algorithm? I didn't know 'er.
My favorite thing ever (no, incorrect, not true)
I keep finding missing images in my posts WHICH IS GREAT and I am NOT AT ALL UPSET ABOUT.