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the_rckI slept pretty soundly last night. When my alarm went off at 9:00, I really didn’t want to get up, but I knew I needed to.
Scott and I went out and did some Ingress last night. I wasn’t sure how I’d do with that because I had been nodding off while sitting in the living room. I managed okay, however, and we ended up also going out to Plum Market to get half price baked goods. We put half of the loaf of bread and half of the rolls into the freezer because we know that we won’t finish them before they go bad otherwise. We also got a chocolate cake.
There are two portals accessible from the Plum Market parking lot. We captured both, but by the time we captured the second, someone from the other team had arrived and taken back the first portal. We considered attacking it again but decided against it. The person from the other team didn’t try to take the second portal right then. Scott’s theory is that they assumed we were in the restaurant right there and would be for a while.
I’m not sure that I will get myself to watch The Daily Show and/or The Nightly Show at this point because watching requires that I use my laptop for it and not do anything else while I’m watching (because doing something else would cover the window where I’m watching). Scott has been watching on his laptop, so I’ve heard bits and pieces. I’m kind of peeved with him about that because it seems kind of selfish to me.
Right now, I’m trying to get myself to eat something. Everything I look at feels like more work than I can manage, even something like instant oatmeal or toast. I probably ought to make the instant oatmeal because it has protein and might help me wake up.
I’ve been searching online, trying to find out what a particular VHS tape of Scott’s is worth, and I can’t find any record at all that indicates that the dratted thing exists. If I didn’t have it in my hands, I’d think it was mythical. Neither Amazon nor eBay have any record of someone offering the thing for sale. A Google search for the full title in quotation marks with VHS tacked on, outside of the quotation marks, only brings up twelve links, none of them useful.
There’s a book of the same title that was published at the same time— Both were put out in association with a Smithsonian (U.S. Space & Rocket Center) traveling exhibit on space travel. I found the website of the folks who made the tape, the Finley-Holiday Film Corp., but they don’t list it anywhere on their site as a thing that exists. At this point, they mostly do DVD and book sets about various national parks. They have seven DVDs on space and space travel, but none of them are this one.
So we have no idea if the dratted thing is worth selling (or how to price it). It’s hosted by Alan Shepard, so Scott thinks that it might be collectible from that angle. I don’t know.
I want to write a nice thank you message for Cordelia’s ELA and social studies teacher. Cordelia had her two years in a row, and she and her family are moving to Colorado this summer. She just sent out an email thanking all the kids and parents for a good two years. Cordelia likes her, and she was really very good about responding to email questions from me.
The local school district is trying to recruit families to host high school students from China for the upcoming school year. I really wish we could, but we have nowhere for such a person to sleep. Cordelia’s floor, the living room, and the basement are not realistic options for anything longer than about three days.
Our cleaning lady cleared the stuff off the top of our entertainment center yesterday. The amount of dust was appalling. We’d known that that was likely the case because we hadn’t moved anything off of them for many, many years. Right now, I can see the wall behind it, and I’m trying to figure out how I can reach it to wipe off the dust there. The entertainment center is as tall as I am and about three feet deep, so reaching that wall is not going to be easy.
I’m trying to read a bunch of poetry in translation. The book is an anthology of works by women from throughout history and the world. I’m frustrated by it because I don’t seem to be able to look at translations as art. I keep looking at them as cultural artifacts and wondering about the translation choices and the allusions and the context. There are also a lot of sensory referents that I don’t have that leave the poems at a huge remove. Reading in translation also loses the sound of how the words fit together which I tend to think is the heart of poetry.
Scott and I went out and did some Ingress last night. I wasn’t sure how I’d do with that because I had been nodding off while sitting in the living room. I managed okay, however, and we ended up also going out to Plum Market to get half price baked goods. We put half of the loaf of bread and half of the rolls into the freezer because we know that we won’t finish them before they go bad otherwise. We also got a chocolate cake.
There are two portals accessible from the Plum Market parking lot. We captured both, but by the time we captured the second, someone from the other team had arrived and taken back the first portal. We considered attacking it again but decided against it. The person from the other team didn’t try to take the second portal right then. Scott’s theory is that they assumed we were in the restaurant right there and would be for a while.
I’m not sure that I will get myself to watch The Daily Show and/or The Nightly Show at this point because watching requires that I use my laptop for it and not do anything else while I’m watching (because doing something else would cover the window where I’m watching). Scott has been watching on his laptop, so I’ve heard bits and pieces. I’m kind of peeved with him about that because it seems kind of selfish to me.
Right now, I’m trying to get myself to eat something. Everything I look at feels like more work than I can manage, even something like instant oatmeal or toast. I probably ought to make the instant oatmeal because it has protein and might help me wake up.
I’ve been searching online, trying to find out what a particular VHS tape of Scott’s is worth, and I can’t find any record at all that indicates that the dratted thing exists. If I didn’t have it in my hands, I’d think it was mythical. Neither Amazon nor eBay have any record of someone offering the thing for sale. A Google search for the full title in quotation marks with VHS tacked on, outside of the quotation marks, only brings up twelve links, none of them useful.
There’s a book of the same title that was published at the same time— Both were put out in association with a Smithsonian (U.S. Space & Rocket Center) traveling exhibit on space travel. I found the website of the folks who made the tape, the Finley-Holiday Film Corp., but they don’t list it anywhere on their site as a thing that exists. At this point, they mostly do DVD and book sets about various national parks. They have seven DVDs on space and space travel, but none of them are this one.
So we have no idea if the dratted thing is worth selling (or how to price it). It’s hosted by Alan Shepard, so Scott thinks that it might be collectible from that angle. I don’t know.
I want to write a nice thank you message for Cordelia’s ELA and social studies teacher. Cordelia had her two years in a row, and she and her family are moving to Colorado this summer. She just sent out an email thanking all the kids and parents for a good two years. Cordelia likes her, and she was really very good about responding to email questions from me.
The local school district is trying to recruit families to host high school students from China for the upcoming school year. I really wish we could, but we have nowhere for such a person to sleep. Cordelia’s floor, the living room, and the basement are not realistic options for anything longer than about three days.
Our cleaning lady cleared the stuff off the top of our entertainment center yesterday. The amount of dust was appalling. We’d known that that was likely the case because we hadn’t moved anything off of them for many, many years. Right now, I can see the wall behind it, and I’m trying to figure out how I can reach it to wipe off the dust there. The entertainment center is as tall as I am and about three feet deep, so reaching that wall is not going to be easy.
I’m trying to read a bunch of poetry in translation. The book is an anthology of works by women from throughout history and the world. I’m frustrated by it because I don’t seem to be able to look at translations as art. I keep looking at them as cultural artifacts and wondering about the translation choices and the allusions and the context. There are also a lot of sensory referents that I don’t have that leave the poems at a huge remove. Reading in translation also loses the sound of how the words fit together which I tend to think is the heart of poetry.
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Date: 2016-06-24 04:31 pm (UTC)We have 7' tall bookshelves and I haven't dusted the tops in years. I'm just under 5' and getting up there is a pain. Now you've got me thinking I should really tackle them.
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Date: 2016-06-24 04:35 pm (UTC)