Work update...
Jan. 2nd, 2006 04:23 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
alexpgpSo there we were, dead in the water, fourteen miles off Shanghai...
Whoops. Wrong story. Sorry.
I have something under 1,000 source words left, and if I never get to test a "self-contained chemical power source" (known to the rest of us as "batteries") for use aboard the Space Station, my life might yet be thought of as complete at some future turn.
Galina's stomache was acting kinda punky earlier (how can you feel nauseated and hungry at the same time?), so I hied myself to the market to get some yogurt, figuring that the flora in said yogurt would do the girl good. As I walked by the flower department, I noticed they had orchids for sale. (This store has - or tries to have - it all, and management would likely shed no tears if every other business in the center were to close its doors permanently, but I digress...)
Of course, to convince people to part with a whopping $30, the orchids have to be in bloom, which they were, and quite beautiful, I might add. This leads me to believe that it's "that time of the year" for orchids, which figures, as there is really no other rational explanation - except possibly for UFOs - to account for the growth on the plant in my office.
A couple of nights ago - the night of the 30th, if memory serves - I took down the Trechmann translation of the Essays of Montaigne and started to leaf through the introductory material. I was struck by a passage that contained a word that truly baffled me. When I went back to look for the passage, I could not find it and actually began to believe I had imagined the whole thing when today... wham!... just like that, I turned to the right page of the introduction (by one J. M. Robertson), where I found the following:
I think I will look in on Galina, take a short break, and then get back to the job.
Cheers...
Whoops. Wrong story. Sorry.
I have something under 1,000 source words left, and if I never get to test a "self-contained chemical power source" (known to the rest of us as "batteries") for use aboard the Space Station, my life might yet be thought of as complete at some future turn.
Galina's stomache was acting kinda punky earlier (how can you feel nauseated and hungry at the same time?), so I hied myself to the market to get some yogurt, figuring that the flora in said yogurt would do the girl good. As I walked by the flower department, I noticed they had orchids for sale. (This store has - or tries to have - it all, and management would likely shed no tears if every other business in the center were to close its doors permanently, but I digress...)
Of course, to convince people to part with a whopping $30, the orchids have to be in bloom, which they were, and quite beautiful, I might add. This leads me to believe that it's "that time of the year" for orchids, which figures, as there is really no other rational explanation - except possibly for UFOs - to account for the growth on the plant in my office.
A couple of nights ago - the night of the 30th, if memory serves - I took down the Trechmann translation of the Essays of Montaigne and started to leaf through the introductory material. I was struck by a passage that contained a word that truly baffled me. When I went back to look for the passage, I could not find it and actually began to believe I had imagined the whole thing when today... wham!... just like that, I turned to the right page of the introduction (by one J. M. Robertson), where I found the following:
His quiet success was the outcome of three factors, his manifold matter, his unmethodical method, and his unmannered manner. His serious counsel was the febrifuge that most men needed. But it was blended with a vast variety of expatiation on a hundred topics of human interest, the talk of a widely read and widely interested man, chatting with his fellows as having no axe to grind, but merely delivering himself of most of the thoughts and comments on life that came to him in the chances of his discursive reading and his daily experience. (My emphasis.)A quick gander in my Webster's New Collegiate (rescued from the Methodist Thrift Shop's remainder box) shows the italicized word to mean a remedy to mitigate or remove fever. Oh-tay! That clarifies it all! Danke shön!
I think I will look in on Galina, take a short break, and then get back to the job.
Cheers...
