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Wednesday: Poetry, scheduling, dreams
Apr. 9th, 2003 10:03 amPossibly some of you have seen this already, but it was new to me:
The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld.
My brother called last night to arrange a visit here in June, and now we must rearrange it because I overlooked a scheduling detail. How vexing.
Just called my mother to relay that info to him, and started to get into a minor argument about Current Events. But it was one of those things where we both (I think) could tell it might turn into a bigger argument without any hope of convincing one another, so we switched instead to talking about Cute Things Toddlers Do.
Today's goals include reading Tacitus' Agricola, planning for a D&D game (an unusually busy social weekend ahead: actually going clubbing for once on Friday, and then game-geekery Saturday and Sunday), and working at the Athenaeum.
It's too bad the Polish food store on Essex Street closes when it does; J. wants to go there and buy things and make dinner from them because she's been reading a political anthropology book about Poland, and I'm all for that plan, but our schedules do not permit it today. (A Hungarian ethnography recently led to paprikash, and her re-reading after many years of Rice As Self would have resulted in Japanese food had the requisite materials been at hand.)
( I leave you with two recent dreams, of course )
The Poetry of D.H. Rumsfeld.
My brother called last night to arrange a visit here in June, and now we must rearrange it because I overlooked a scheduling detail. How vexing.
Just called my mother to relay that info to him, and started to get into a minor argument about Current Events. But it was one of those things where we both (I think) could tell it might turn into a bigger argument without any hope of convincing one another, so we switched instead to talking about Cute Things Toddlers Do.
Today's goals include reading Tacitus' Agricola, planning for a D&D game (an unusually busy social weekend ahead: actually going clubbing for once on Friday, and then game-geekery Saturday and Sunday), and working at the Athenaeum.
It's too bad the Polish food store on Essex Street closes when it does; J. wants to go there and buy things and make dinner from them because she's been reading a political anthropology book about Poland, and I'm all for that plan, but our schedules do not permit it today. (A Hungarian ethnography recently led to paprikash, and her re-reading after many years of Rice As Self would have resulted in Japanese food had the requisite materials been at hand.)
( I leave you with two recent dreams, of course )
