1. My poem "Sometimes the Birds, at Random" has been accepted by Through the Gate. I wrote it for ashlyme when he was hoping for midnight fairy jazz. I think it wound up with more thorns.

2. I found tempeh I can eat at Diesel! I was meeting sairaali for dinner; I planned to cross my fingers and try the Tamp a fourth time, but their tempeh sandwich is now the Red Tail, with barbecue sauce, avocado, cheddar, spinach, and some kind of slaw that was mostly assorted pickled vegetables. It was great. It came hot, on a wrap, with all its ingredients, and did not spill out all over me when I took a bite. Did not taste especially of tempeh thanks to barbecue sauce being like that, but look, it was ten minutes' walk from my house and it didn't get made wrong three times in a row, I'm happy. We wandered back to the house afterward and hung out with madly racing kittens. Saira showed me photographic evidence of the vodka puri at Hit Wicket in Inman, which is apparently exactly as bad an idea as it sounds.

3. Courtesy of strange_selkie: Alan Turing in August 1939, his friend Fred Clayton behind him. The two boys are Robert Augenfeld and Karl, Viennese Jewish refugees whom Alan helped sponsor out of a refugee camp and into school. They're on a week's sailing holiday at Bosham. Two weeks later, Alan reports to the Government Code and Cypher School at Bletchley Park.



June 7, 1954. He's been dead sixty years today. Do something brilliant and queer.