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...and a wakeup!
Aug. 4th, 2013 11:02 pmI am still not packed, but I figure that ought to go rather quickly tomorrow morning, after which it'll be a ride into town and addio! Baikonur.
The good news, as far as packing is concerned, is that I haven't acquired any junk that has to be taken home, aside from any of the items that I had kept in storage here over the past three years that I may feel compelled to take home with me this trip. I cannot think of too many items, aside from a rather nice, compact set of cake watercolors, and maybe the set of Russian/French flash cards that would have been handy to have back during the run-up to this trip.
Then again, with the watercolors in hand, I did not use them at all during this trip, and as far as the flash cards are concerned, I have come to the conclusion that my French is sort of stuck where it is, and will remain so unless I undertake some "live" conversation/immersion for some period of time.
Apropos of the French, I learned last night that in the immediate aftermath of the Proton-M failure that occurred at the beginning of July, several members of the French team apparently freaked out and had to be sent home posthaste. Upon further discussion, someone at the table just had to bring up PTSD, further confirming my pessimistic view that there is no horror in this universe whose impact will not be diminished through the indiscriminate use of its name to describe an ever-broader range of circumstances. Perhaps that's just the natural progression of language, I don't know.
What I do know is that I need to get some rest. Tomorrow is a travel day.
The good news, as far as packing is concerned, is that I haven't acquired any junk that has to be taken home, aside from any of the items that I had kept in storage here over the past three years that I may feel compelled to take home with me this trip. I cannot think of too many items, aside from a rather nice, compact set of cake watercolors, and maybe the set of Russian/French flash cards that would have been handy to have back during the run-up to this trip.
Then again, with the watercolors in hand, I did not use them at all during this trip, and as far as the flash cards are concerned, I have come to the conclusion that my French is sort of stuck where it is, and will remain so unless I undertake some "live" conversation/immersion for some period of time.
Apropos of the French, I learned last night that in the immediate aftermath of the Proton-M failure that occurred at the beginning of July, several members of the French team apparently freaked out and had to be sent home posthaste. Upon further discussion, someone at the table just had to bring up PTSD, further confirming my pessimistic view that there is no horror in this universe whose impact will not be diminished through the indiscriminate use of its name to describe an ever-broader range of circumstances. Perhaps that's just the natural progression of language, I don't know.
What I do know is that I need to get some rest. Tomorrow is a travel day.
