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Currently at UW: 8.7; high today: 14.1.
The nice weather brought the humans back to the park today. Another one of those things I've been meaning to get around to for a long time: whenever I'm in the park and the humans are around (so, a lot of the last six months), I'm highly conscious of the strangeness, and possible suspiciousness, of being a lone person in the park--especially in the little zoo. There are three main categories of people in the park, who aren't (like the bikers and joggers, though there's not really that many of them, anyway) just on their way through, more or less as quickly as possible: dog-walkers, children and their tenders, and young couples. On weekends, there are sometimes picnickers (though this category overlaps significantly with children and their tenders). There is also a much smaller, but still noticeable, minority, in the nicer weather (for instance, today, there were two), of book-readers. I could probably count everyone I've seen in the park this year who didn't fit into one of those categories without taking off my socks. So, look, what are you if you're in the park, and especially if you're hanging around the zoo (because, of course, the zoo is there for the children and their tenders), if you're not a dog-walker, a child or child-tender, half of a young couple, a picnicker, or a book-reader? You are, obviously, a weirdo.
According to this month's Harper's Index, 30% of Americans don't know what year September 11th happened. In other news, Richard Perle now believes the Iraq invasion was a mistake. Time flies.
Only 40 pages of Being and Nothingness today. At this rate, I will finish it about the time Achilles catches up with the tortoise.
( In today's episode ... )
The nice weather brought the humans back to the park today. Another one of those things I've been meaning to get around to for a long time: whenever I'm in the park and the humans are around (so, a lot of the last six months), I'm highly conscious of the strangeness, and possible suspiciousness, of being a lone person in the park--especially in the little zoo. There are three main categories of people in the park, who aren't (like the bikers and joggers, though there's not really that many of them, anyway) just on their way through, more or less as quickly as possible: dog-walkers, children and their tenders, and young couples. On weekends, there are sometimes picnickers (though this category overlaps significantly with children and their tenders). There is also a much smaller, but still noticeable, minority, in the nicer weather (for instance, today, there were two), of book-readers. I could probably count everyone I've seen in the park this year who didn't fit into one of those categories without taking off my socks. So, look, what are you if you're in the park, and especially if you're hanging around the zoo (because, of course, the zoo is there for the children and their tenders), if you're not a dog-walker, a child or child-tender, half of a young couple, a picnicker, or a book-reader? You are, obviously, a weirdo.
According to this month's Harper's Index, 30% of Americans don't know what year September 11th happened. In other news, Richard Perle now believes the Iraq invasion was a mistake. Time flies.
Only 40 pages of Being and Nothingness today. At this rate, I will finish it about the time Achilles catches up with the tortoise.
( In today's episode ... )
