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Sun, sun, Sun-day...
Mar. 6th, 2016 10:01 pmAlthough if you held a red-hot poker to my feet, I could not tell you if it was sunny today. I suppose it was. Yeah, it was (now that I think back on the day).
Put away the charcoal and the brazier.
Anyway, I accomplished 2/3 of what I wanted to get done today, which is going to have to be good enough, and Galina made it to the house in New York, which is definitely good news.
I read some of Seneca last night, from the new translation by Graver and Long. I am beginning to pay more attention to (and am more appreciative of) the difference between Seneca the "official" purveyor of Stoicism and Seneca the "unofficial" advocate, the difference being a matter of attitude, mostly associated with how assiduously one pursues the letter of one's conviction.
I immediately drew a parallel (more of a perpendicular, actually) with what I imagine Ayn Rand might have been like, for I find it difficult to think of Rand not being the Objectivist 24/7, possibly going so far as to remind those with whom she interacted—from investment banker to grocery bagger—to "check their premises" or that, say, "A is A." (I base this image on what I've read, as my sole interaction with the living, breathing Rand took place the year I and some friends of mine drove up to Boston from Long Island to attend her lecture at the Ford Hall Forum. As I recall, that year—I want to say it was the fall of 1970, but I am not sure—she delivered a lecture on the "Anti-Industrial Revolution," where she presented arguments with which I only half agreed, though her presentation did contain some turns of the phrase that I thought were spot on.) That said, I think it is important to check one's own premises from time to time, and not to forget that things are what they are.
In other news, my heirloom tomatoes are planted. Eggplants have been—mirabile dictuharvested for a second time in two weeks, and said eggplants have found their way, as did their predecessors, into a sort of spread that'd just dandy on bread (despite the fact that I, harrumph!, am not eating bread.)
(A sort of spread that's dandy on bread!—well, at least I have a snappy marketing slogan in the event I want to commercialize the recipe! <grin>)
In yet other news, I have spent altogether too much time searching for some photos taken of Natalie and Kyle from May 2013, and/or another set taken in July 2007. Apparently, said photos would aid in Natalie's application for Canadian citizenship, as they would be evidence of a true long-term relationship (as opposed to a putatively fictitious relationship established for the purpose of allowing Natalie to become a Canadian). Most of the problem has to do with the fact that, the way I transfer photos from various devices, it's rare for a folder date to correspond to an event date, and I very rarely rename files, so the only way to figure out whether a bunch of JPG files with algorithm-generated names are the ones I'm after is to actually open them, which is not a good use of time.
That said, it's time to hit the rack. See y'all tomorrow.
Cheers...
Put away the charcoal and the brazier.
Anyway, I accomplished 2/3 of what I wanted to get done today, which is going to have to be good enough, and Galina made it to the house in New York, which is definitely good news.
I read some of Seneca last night, from the new translation by Graver and Long. I am beginning to pay more attention to (and am more appreciative of) the difference between Seneca the "official" purveyor of Stoicism and Seneca the "unofficial" advocate, the difference being a matter of attitude, mostly associated with how assiduously one pursues the letter of one's conviction.
I immediately drew a parallel (more of a perpendicular, actually) with what I imagine Ayn Rand might have been like, for I find it difficult to think of Rand not being the Objectivist 24/7, possibly going so far as to remind those with whom she interacted—from investment banker to grocery bagger—to "check their premises" or that, say, "A is A." (I base this image on what I've read, as my sole interaction with the living, breathing Rand took place the year I and some friends of mine drove up to Boston from Long Island to attend her lecture at the Ford Hall Forum. As I recall, that year—I want to say it was the fall of 1970, but I am not sure—she delivered a lecture on the "Anti-Industrial Revolution," where she presented arguments with which I only half agreed, though her presentation did contain some turns of the phrase that I thought were spot on.) That said, I think it is important to check one's own premises from time to time, and not to forget that things are what they are.
In other news, my heirloom tomatoes are planted. Eggplants have been—mirabile dictuharvested for a second time in two weeks, and said eggplants have found their way, as did their predecessors, into a sort of spread that'd just dandy on bread (despite the fact that I, harrumph!, am not eating bread.)
(A sort of spread that's dandy on bread!—well, at least I have a snappy marketing slogan in the event I want to commercialize the recipe! <grin>)
In yet other news, I have spent altogether too much time searching for some photos taken of Natalie and Kyle from May 2013, and/or another set taken in July 2007. Apparently, said photos would aid in Natalie's application for Canadian citizenship, as they would be evidence of a true long-term relationship (as opposed to a putatively fictitious relationship established for the purpose of allowing Natalie to become a Canadian). Most of the problem has to do with the fact that, the way I transfer photos from various devices, it's rare for a folder date to correspond to an event date, and I very rarely rename files, so the only way to figure out whether a bunch of JPG files with algorithm-generated names are the ones I'm after is to actually open them, which is not a good use of time.
That said, it's time to hit the rack. See y'all tomorrow.
Cheers...
