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Mon Jan 14 09:18:01 EST 2019
Slept from ten-thirty to six-thirty without waking.
Mostly sunny and thirty.
Work:
- Talk to Gary about market rents for redec units
Done.
- Print Sage invoice
Done.
- 1 PM lunch with Kirsten, et al.
Done.
- Work on security video gateway
Done.
…and Debian just updated Neovim to a recent version (a few days after I jumped to the appimage).
Out to lunch for Kristen's birthday at Mojito Rio Grande.
Very good tacos.
Half-moon in the blue sky.
No time for a walk.
After a few days, I still like my Ikea desk chair.
A pretty pink and blue sunset this evening.
Home:
- Play with D&D river thing
A bit.
Twenty-five minute walk after work.
Half-moon, a few starts.
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Microdata_(HTML)
https://sarkos.tumblr.com/post/182010105673/perfectcromulence-pomrania-narramin-what-a
> Suetonius adds that, according to some reports, he said in Greek: "Kai su, teknon" (which Shakespeare turned into the Latin "Et tu, Brute?"). It literally means "You too, child," but what Caesar may have intended by the words isn't clear. Tempest cites "an important acticle" by James Russell (1980) "that has often been overlooked". Russell points out that the words _kai su_ often appear on curse tablets, and suggests that Caesar's putative last words were not "the emotional parting declaration of a betrayed man to one he had treated like a son" but more along the lines of "See you in hell, punk."
https://arstechnica.com/tech-policy/2019/01/previously-secret-cia-report-documents-spear-attack-against-surveillance-plane/#p3
> In the 1960s, during the civil wars and political upheaval that rocked what is today the Democratic Republic of the Congo, the United States Air Force flew frequent low-level reconnaissance missions over missionary outposts to check on their condition and safety. One flyover in 1964 drew an attack from the ground that was captured in part by an aerial photograph: a thrown spear.
> Brugioni recounted in the CIA article that Truman had been "delighted" by the presentation but said, "I hope someone has advised the pilots to fly a little higher... Just imagine the effect on a young Air Force pilot if his career service record showed he had been downed by a spear."
https://granta.com/her-left-hand-the-darkness/
> In 1987, my first year in college, I happened upon a notice outside of the English department for a winter session opportunity: escorting a visiting artist during a week-long interdisciplinary conference held at my school, the University of Rochester. I ran my finger down the list of artists’ names until it stopped on one: Ursula K. Le Guin.
> A week later I received a call from the department secretary. I had been assigned an artist. ‘Who?’ I asked, gripping the receiver. There was a pause. I heard papers shuffling, and then: ‘Ursula K. Le Guin.’ ‘Thank you,’ I murmured. ‘Thank you for choosing me.’ There was another pause. The secretary cleared her throat. ‘You were the only one who applied.’
> Le Guin had yet to go viral as she did after her 2014 National Book Awards speech, but still I marvel at how I could have been the only applicant. It was the university’s first such conference and they were still working out the kinks. Publicity had clearly been lacking. Add to that: the fact that we were in Western New York – also known as the ‘snow-belt’ – where waist-high snowdrifts were no uncommon. Needless to say, the conference was sparsely attended.
> The upshot was that I had the keys to a university car, oceans of time and Ursula K. Le Guin.
> The room filled with tipsy, jovial academics peering over their cocktails at Le Guin. One of them muscled through the crowd and stood before her, towering over her. He announced that he’d like to take Le Guin to lunch. ‘I’m not sure I can find the time,’ Le Guin demurred. ‘I’m sure we can work something out,’ he insisted. ‘You’ll have to ask Alison,’ she said. ‘She’s my shepherd. I’m just her little sheep, following where she leads. Baa! Baa!’
> The first time I heard her utter these words I was heading back from the hors d’oeuvres table with a plate of fruit. The bleating was remarkable – loud and sharp, the practiced bleat of a person who knew how harsh real sheep can sound. The professor, flustered, stumbled back. Le Guin took that as her cue, grabbed my arm and said, ‘Let’s go.’
Servings: grains 2/6, fruit 3/4, vegetables 4/4, dairy 2/2, meat 2/3, nuts 0/0.5
Breakfast: carrots, banana, orange, spinach, coffee
Lunch: mahi-mahi tacos with avocado, coffee
Dinner: ice cream, grapes, tomato
142/90
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