Planning Ahead

July 14th, 2009

Note to self: do not wear the nice white broadcloth shirt on the day you are going to get your hair cut.


July 14th, 2009

I left my eyeglasses on BART about an hour ago.

I've already submitted a claim to their Lost & Found, and in about twenty minutes I will walk back to the station and speak with someone to see if they can offer more immediate help. (Twenty minutes will be 10:00; I was informed that only at 10:00 are they sufficiently finished with morning rush hour to allow them to make specific requests.)

I can see without my glasses. My astigmatism is annoying but I'm far from blind. It's likely I will get them back (who takes someone else's glasses home?). I even know the train number (#105) in the ninth car of which I was riding. And they were in my fairly unique bright yellow hard plastic case, making them both visible and well-protected.

Yet I can't focus because my stomach still swims with that feeling of being blindsided, of the world suddenly being off-kilter. Things aren't normal. There's a new worry clouding up my mind, demanding attention by its very newness, distracting me from focusing on, well, normal things. I try to direct my mind to my business but there it is, prodding me with "your glasses are gone!" and "if only you had looked back!" and "what are you going to do?"

And there's nothing for it but to push it back and wait for the unpleasant novelty to wear off.

First Installment

June 23rd, 2009

We had our first food from the garden last night; a nice mess of wax beans. Fresh beans are so excellent - no butter needed, just steam and eat.

Tonight, the green beans.

And Another Thing...

June 19th, 2009

From today's Penny Arcade column:

"As I drove away, there was something compelling about the old woman laying down suppressive fire with the minigun."

So true.

A Mathematician's Lament

June 19th, 2009

Aka "Lockhart's Lament". An interesting treatise on the utter failure of modern mathematics instruction.

Me, I simply have to love any paper with a section headed: "High School Geometry: Instrument of the Devil".

Because it was. Oh my, was it ever.