Omens
Yesterday: thirteen vultures circling above us, as we stood on a hilltop overlooking the river, watching the trees turn golden. At our feet, a dead snake with its head crushed.
On the way home, a fox.
Yesterday: thirteen vultures circling above us, as we stood on a hilltop overlooking the river, watching the trees turn golden. At our feet, a dead snake with its head crushed.
On the way home, a fox.
Too much good in today to encapsulate it here, but suffice to say that I feel like life is happening again, things are moving forward, and I saw a fox this evening, thus confirming, by the hand of Nature, that today was, unambiguously, good.
Also, does anyone in the Philly area want some kittens, at least to foster? Friends of mine have found some, and are looking for a home for them.
I finally finished Silas Marner; pleasantly written, but thin. Not much there there.
I made great spanakopita this weekend, and biked, and hiked, and played frisbee. I was productive, too—I achieved in 2 hours what would have likely taken me a day to a day and a half had I been in the office. This is consistent.
I was sent this link, which made my day.
I played concertina, I sang. I began to learn a new song, Farewell to Nova Scotia.
And yet, I still feel the pull of the East as strong as ever.
Yesterday was good in many, many ways. Primarily, I attended a talk at UC Boulder by Adele Goldberg, which was excellent. She argued clearly, presented an interesting but convincing account of the facts observed in her studies (hear that, Chomsky? Real data!) and also presented a theory that seemed maybe, just maybe, implementable in the context of Machine Learning. This is all good.
Further, though, I got to have a bit of a talk with Leah, whom I’ve not talked with in too long, and also, finally, saw a red fox here—actually, two! That is what I call an evening.
If I didn’t have to head off to work shortly, I’d write more. Ask me about any of these things, and I’ll gladly elaborate.