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I said I would see how Sirius kept
Mar. 7th, 2012 12:39 am
Currently at Toronto Pearson: 3. High today: 4.
There's something kind of disappointing about the arrival of spring after it has never really been winter, when it seems like spring has been arriving practically twice a week for a couple of months.
Just about every time I drink brandy it reminds me of when my best friend from highschool came to visit me in Kingston, and we drank brandy and smoked cigars in the afternoon on the porch in front of my apartment, and then had dinner at a Chinese restaurant on Princess St. and went to see I Mother Earth (who I don't supposed I'd ever heard of before, with tickets I won somehow from the Queen's radio station) and then to Clark Hall Pub--and I think, "that was a great day". (There's one other day that I can think of offhand (not that I can't think of other great times, but great days, those are hard to put together, and not necessarily easy to remember) that I think of in that way--the day that L. and I walked from Whitby (England, not Ontario) across the beach to a tiny village that has stuck in my mind as "Land's End", but seems to actually be called "Sandsend"--it is in fact at the end of the sand, but not the land.) It makes me happy to think of that day--to have a happy life seems to involve being able to recall the happy times you've had, to have them with you. I was thinking tonight, suppose you're impressed, as many philosophy undergrads are, by the idea that "personal identity is an illusion", that there is no "you" that continues from, what, moment to moment, let alone day to day, let alone year to year ... then you'd have to think that all of those happy times actually have nothing to do with you, and that recalling them should no more make you happy than thinking of happy times that have happened to anyone....
Between yesterday and today, when there have been the first couple of mostly clear evenings in a week, I have tripled the number of times in my life that I have seen Mercury ... or, at least, seen it and known I was seeing it. (But it's awfully hard to see at all if you're not looking for it.) The only other time before yesterday that I saw Mercury and knew I was seeing it was going on twenty years ago, in Kingston, walking west along Union St. across the top of the Queen's campus. It looks like Mercury should be about as high in the sky as it gets on Friday.
( Here's where Jupiter and Venus have gotten to tonight: )
There's something kind of disappointing about the arrival of spring after it has never really been winter, when it seems like spring has been arriving practically twice a week for a couple of months.
Just about every time I drink brandy it reminds me of when my best friend from highschool came to visit me in Kingston, and we drank brandy and smoked cigars in the afternoon on the porch in front of my apartment, and then had dinner at a Chinese restaurant on Princess St. and went to see I Mother Earth (who I don't supposed I'd ever heard of before, with tickets I won somehow from the Queen's radio station) and then to Clark Hall Pub--and I think, "that was a great day". (There's one other day that I can think of offhand (not that I can't think of other great times, but great days, those are hard to put together, and not necessarily easy to remember) that I think of in that way--the day that L. and I walked from Whitby (England, not Ontario) across the beach to a tiny village that has stuck in my mind as "Land's End", but seems to actually be called "Sandsend"--it is in fact at the end of the sand, but not the land.) It makes me happy to think of that day--to have a happy life seems to involve being able to recall the happy times you've had, to have them with you. I was thinking tonight, suppose you're impressed, as many philosophy undergrads are, by the idea that "personal identity is an illusion", that there is no "you" that continues from, what, moment to moment, let alone day to day, let alone year to year ... then you'd have to think that all of those happy times actually have nothing to do with you, and that recalling them should no more make you happy than thinking of happy times that have happened to anyone....
Between yesterday and today, when there have been the first couple of mostly clear evenings in a week, I have tripled the number of times in my life that I have seen Mercury ... or, at least, seen it and known I was seeing it. (But it's awfully hard to see at all if you're not looking for it.) The only other time before yesterday that I saw Mercury and knew I was seeing it was going on twenty years ago, in Kingston, walking west along Union St. across the top of the Queen's campus. It looks like Mercury should be about as high in the sky as it gets on Friday.
( Here's where Jupiter and Venus have gotten to tonight: )
