shadows of echoes of memories of songs

Host you for two weeks [ minimum ] in Montreal; to include, wandering around the Biodome [ beavers! penguins! piranhas! bats! sturgeon ! sloth ! database-designing porcupines! ], wandering around the Botanic Gardens given it being the right time of year, looking around the Musee de Beaux Arts [ very pretty non-European stuff of wide origin, including some amazing Inuit art ], looking at a couple of cool churches [ three-quarter scale reproduction of Notre Dame cathedral, main space done in Laura Ashley Gothic, rear chapel unbelievably Mithraic ], wandering around the trendy bits of the Plateau looking in all the second-hand CD shops, eating in lots of cool places [ multi-course three-hour Japanese, Peruvian, Russian if it's the cold part of the year, combinatorial Italian in the Village, jazz-infested steakhouse, maple ice-cream, tiny little BYOB French places, local Chinese and Italian where they know me by sight.. ] and most likely some theatre, given the likelihood of good theatre in any random two weeks here.

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Okay, now I'm trying to match up names/nicknames/aliases/etc...

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This is possibly going to sound weird, but I'd like to have a really intense, no-holds-barred discussion shading into argument with you. So that by the end of it you'd have challenged some deeply ingrained assumption of mine and I'd have to take into account your ideas as part of my world view. And I'd have convinced you of how much I look up to you so that I could in future interact with you without being afraid of coming across as either patronizing or insulting.

I would have kept quiet, except that the meme says anyone and everyone who reads this and I have a tendency to literalism with meme instructions.

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I'd like to sit in a loveseat with you, with a serving of tiramisu for each of us & Ellington's 'Far East Suite' on the stereo.

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Hmm, I'm not sure there's anything in particular I'd want to do that we haven't already done, but we've certainly not done any of them for a long time. So, I'd like to do them again.

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'twould be good. I keep meaning to have a Chalet School gathering, I mean of CS fans who are still talking to me after the GO debacle... *sigh*

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Coo. That sounds quite overwhelming...

(I have to ask: database-designing porcupines??)

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I have been reading

daegaer too much, because though I know what you mean I had a brief moment of "Good Omens/Chalet School ? Where ?" reaction to that thought.

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And I'd have convinced you of how much I look up to you

Eeek. Look, I'm 5'1-and-a-bit": nobody looks up to me unless they're sitting down. :)

But seriously. That sounds like a great idea. And hopefully you'd challenge deeply ingrained assumptions etc. of mine as well -- only fair, after all.

(FWIW I don't think you've ever come across as patronizing or insulting to me!)

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Swoon!

My suggestion (in your journal) of meeting and hugs now seems so simple and naive. I can only hope you think it was cleverly deliberate artlessness. :)

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Well, we had my mother over for two weeks May of last year, and found we could almost but not quite do all the cool stuff in that span of time; and we've found more restaurants since.

The porcupine in question sits up a tree, staring into space; blinks occasionally, so one can tell it's still alive, and evn more occasionally moves its head. First time I was there with my team, my database curator took one look at it and said "It's designing a database." I knew that my most intense moments of work can sometimes look as though I'm staring into space thinking "Want doughnut now", but not that it had made that much of an impression on my team.

Oh well. Whenever it does come down out of the design high it's going to have something really amazing to show us.

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Heheh. Heh. That sounds dirty.

Fancy a game of M**?

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Me, I'm talking to you. :)

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This is possibly going to sound weird, but I'd like to have a really intense, no-holds-barred discussion shading into argument with you.

Gosh, I want to be a fly on the wall for that. I hope it doesn't come across as patronising to say that knowing both of you as I do I'd love to see how you spark off each other.

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Me? Create filthy-sounding double-entendres? Surely not!

And, I'd adore a game a M** some time. I've not played it in years.

(Oh, and as an aside - I've been doing some spring-cleaning around here, and I've managed to find a bag of stuff that belongs to you. A big pile of post from Hack, a Japanese-style folding hanging thing, a purse and a pile of brightly-coloured magnetic letters. It kind of got left with me when Hack broke up, got buried and survived a house moving since then. Oops. Do you want me to forward it on to you?)

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Oh, crikey. Er ... I guess so. Or I could pick it up next time I'm in Oxford, since it sounds like rather a lot of stuff to post!

What's the purse look like? I can't think of any that I don't know where they are...

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The purse is wrapped in soft paper, and has a sheep stitched in to it.

I've taken the liberty of throwing away the obvious junk mail; 4 year old junk mail is of no use to anyone.

I'll post it on; as the original plan was for me to give it to you the next time I saw you (which has clearly failed...), it's simplest if I ensure it gets done now.

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That purse rings no bells at all. Are you sure it was mine?
And thanks for throwing away the junk mail -- I have plenty enough here! :-)

The problem with "the next time you see me" is that we never seem to know in advance when we're going to turn up to the same parties. Clearly the answer is to organise a party. Preferably involving the Chairman's Game, and sausages, and BOOZE.

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