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High today, here: 17. Dewpoint then: 9. High dewpoint: 9.
High today in TO: 18. Dewpoint then: 9. High dewpoint: 9.
Low today on the balcony: 7.7. High: 17.9. Currently: 13.4.
I can't say I really like having a guy named "Aaron Harang" on my team. As opposed to "Mark Mulder", which is a pretty good name, but unfortunately seems to name a defective pitcher. As far as ex-A's go, I would've been way better off with Tim Hudson. More importantly, however, I note with sadness the probable ending of the unfathomably-prolonged career of Scott Erickson, the Gothic Pitcher, who somehow managed to kick around the majors despite not having an ERA under five-and-a-half since 1999. Still, if I were a National League GM, I might want to pick him up, just to depress Todd Helton.
No trek today, in advance of long trip tomorrow for some more half-assed formality and trumped-up frumpery, and then, eventually, a Pig Roast (one of the local tattoo places--of which there are surprisingly many--had a sign on its window this week saying "CLOSED SATURDAY FOR ANNUAL PIG ROAST"--I guess it's pig roast season), and, one hopes, Father's Day miniputting.
Courtesy politicaltheory.info, I learned today that the word "soccer" is derived from the word "association", as in "Association [i.e., FA] Rules football" (as opposed to "Ruby Rules football").
Despite staying home, I did crack the Phaedo, but because of staying home, only got 1/3 of the way through it. In the early-going, death is referred to as "running away", which re-bucks my confidence, a little, in my Crito angle. I've just gotten by the recollection bit, which re-doubled my confidence in my Meno reading--Socrates actually brings up the notion that knowledge requires being able to give an account (which is what I think the Meno is driving at) right at the end of the recollection bit in the Phaedo. I kind of wish I'd had that in hand when I was writing the Meno paper, but maybe there's another paper in it.
High today in TO: 18. Dewpoint then: 9. High dewpoint: 9.
Low today on the balcony: 7.7. High: 17.9. Currently: 13.4.
I can't say I really like having a guy named "Aaron Harang" on my team. As opposed to "Mark Mulder", which is a pretty good name, but unfortunately seems to name a defective pitcher. As far as ex-A's go, I would've been way better off with Tim Hudson. More importantly, however, I note with sadness the probable ending of the unfathomably-prolonged career of Scott Erickson, the Gothic Pitcher, who somehow managed to kick around the majors despite not having an ERA under five-and-a-half since 1999. Still, if I were a National League GM, I might want to pick him up, just to depress Todd Helton.
No trek today, in advance of long trip tomorrow for some more half-assed formality and trumped-up frumpery, and then, eventually, a Pig Roast (one of the local tattoo places--of which there are surprisingly many--had a sign on its window this week saying "CLOSED SATURDAY FOR ANNUAL PIG ROAST"--I guess it's pig roast season), and, one hopes, Father's Day miniputting.
Courtesy politicaltheory.info, I learned today that the word "soccer" is derived from the word "association", as in "Association [i.e., FA] Rules football" (as opposed to "Ruby Rules football").
Despite staying home, I did crack the Phaedo, but because of staying home, only got 1/3 of the way through it. In the early-going, death is referred to as "running away", which re-bucks my confidence, a little, in my Crito angle. I've just gotten by the recollection bit, which re-doubled my confidence in my Meno reading--Socrates actually brings up the notion that knowledge requires being able to give an account (which is what I think the Meno is driving at) right at the end of the recollection bit in the Phaedo. I kind of wish I'd had that in hand when I was writing the Meno paper, but maybe there's another paper in it.
