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There is a town in New York  called Horseheads. I think it was New York, anyway; it did blur into Pennsylvania rather. (If you can’t see the picture properly, I’m sorry. It was very dark. Also, I was in a car going sort of fast.)

I learned some other things, but I’ve forgotten many of them because I didn’t take pictures. Let that be a lesson to you.

Almost. It needs ends sewn in, and it turns out that using two wildly different yarns makes strange shapes that aren’t squares.

But that there is a nearly finished blanket made of Ecowool and handspun red stuff (I think it was ordinary wool, and nothing fancy). It’s about five feet across, which might stretch to six if I block it very firmly. And it may be a funny shape, but it’s warm and squishy and wonderful. And apparently, sometimes garter stitch is just the thing.

Algiers is this lovely coffee shop and restaurant in Harvard Square, where they will serve you delicious coffee with mint and things. The darling people at the table in the corner were talking about deconstruction – which is always fascinating for eavesdropping.

The ridiculous intelligentsia are back for the season, and tabbouleh is definitely comfort food.

On the surface, this doesn’t look like much of a picture, does it? But it does, in fact, communicate exactly why I love shooting pictures from strange angles with odd cameras without actually looking.