life goal: infamous recluse
The thing I can't possibly stress enough about why, exactly, reconstructing Early Modern recipes totally belongs in the field of game design is that for all there is the joy and satisfaction and some kind of mystic cross-time connection with creators of the past OR WHATEVER--
I had for some time wondered what would happen when my various apothecary nonsense things went bad. I sometimes had things that turned out strange, and some things that didn’t set right and turned out gross, but eventually the day did come when I had something TURN BAD from OLD AGE.
Over the previous week and a half, I have received as a consequence of my recent birthday, the following--
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.
I'm in the workshop making lip balm because I have been INTERVIEWED by my alma mater and have been asked for action photos of me working that AREN'T just terrible soap mistakes or free advertisements for Dunkin Donuts coffee.
It's wild to me that I am, in my adulthood, in a way, coming to chemical science and formulation.
I'll be going to the UK for a week in October, due to serendipity and an opportunity for odd research into immersive game design-- which I'll no doubt speak more on shortly, but! I have JUST DISCOVERED that the Royal College of Physicians has a collection of apothecary jars, *guided medicinal garden tours*, AND a brand-new exhibition on HOUSEHOLD RECEIPT BOOKS, how can I POSSIBLY pass that up.
Welp...
THE GLUE...
The building my studio is in is holding open hours from 12-4 PM, so naturally it is monstrously hot and I am testing Babylonian-demon-bowl magnets.
Katherine Crighton 