Pieces from a scattered brain
Sep. 25th, 2002 09:07 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
magidThe season is definitely changing: the sun in my window, shining in my eyes as I type, is almost low enough to be blocked by the ever-so-classy piece of cardboard. Once that happens, I just get to migrate the cardboard across the window, rather than weari ng the Clapping Hat.
Weird souvenir of the day: a chunk of the rock tiles from the elevators at work: the middle one is having some replaced, and there were all sorts of bits around from the prying up of the old ones. I was thinking about a cylindrical paperweight my mom has, sort of a "core sample" of a floor in the building she worked in at Paul Revere Insurance.
The cooler weather seems right for Sukkot, somehow, needing a jacket, crisper weather. OTOH, it feels too early to be this late in the year. Time is slipping into the future faster, somehow.
Some Isaac Asimov stories do feel dated, but are entertaining nonetheless.
From the Powell's newsletter:
This brief interlude is dedicated to the millions of unheralded, hardworking blank spaces who tirelessly and with pride perform the thankless task of unbeing in order that words should remain properly held apart.
[Later addition: I called the people who are running the blood drive tomorrow at work. Since the poison ivy has gotten beyond the initial stages (and I haven't taken methylprednisolon in a few weeks), I should be ok (on that front, anyway) to give blood tomorrow. Hope it works. (One of the two instant weight-loss strategies. The other, of course, is a haircut. Neither is particularly helpful long-term, but some days a short-term weight loss is a help to the stupid parts of my brain...)]
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Weird souvenir of the day: a chunk of the rock tiles from the elevators at work: the middle one is having some replaced, and there were all sorts of bits around from the prying up of the old ones. I was thinking about a cylindrical paperweight my mom has, sort of a "core sample" of a floor in the building she worked in at Paul Revere Insurance.
The cooler weather seems right for Sukkot, somehow, needing a jacket, crisper weather. OTOH, it feels too early to be this late in the year. Time is slipping into the future faster, somehow.
Some Isaac Asimov stories do feel dated, but are entertaining nonetheless.
From the Powell's newsletter:
This brief interlude is dedicated to the millions of unheralded, hardworking blank spaces who tirelessly and with pride perform the thankless task of unbeing in order that words should remain properly held apart.
[Later addition: I called the people who are running the blood drive tomorrow at work. Since the poison ivy has gotten beyond the initial stages (and I haven't taken methylprednisolon in a few weeks), I should be ok (on that front, anyway) to give blood tomorrow. Hope it works. (One of the two instant weight-loss strategies. The other, of course, is a haircut. Neither is particularly helpful long-term, but some days a short-term weight loss is a help to the stupid parts of my brain...)]
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