I despaired for the next generation when I heard a twenty-something say she would have to Google Jane Eyre to find out what it was. Then a guy my wife’s age drew a blank on The Magic Flute. Now I just despair for everybody.
Monday we took the yoga class outside because the weather had warmed up. The teacher ends every session by saying “May the fruits of our practice be of benefit to all beings”. I looked at the patches of flattened grass our mats had left & thought “maybe next time”.
On an unrelated note, here are a couple of lines I like from Love Created I (Marcus Teaching) by Tarrus Riley:
Give I and I Selassie I and keep the guy / With the blue eyes for yourself
You tell me it’s not about color / Still you refuse to take the picture off the wall
Found this while trying to find out whether a function can return negative zero:
Take note that -0 and 0 both look the same for comparisons, output, etc. But if you divide 1 by them, you get a -Infinity or Infinity, depending on which zero you have.
Negative infinity. My brain is bruised.
This just in from the Mother Jones ag report:
Four Things Grosser Than Pink Slime
The specter of “pink slime”—pureed, defatted, and ammonia-laced slaughterhouse scraps—has caused quite the uproar over the past six weeks. As MoJo food and ag blogger Tom Philpott reports today, though, the unfortunate reality is that pink slime isn’t even the worst that the meat industry has to offer.
Tom’s been chronicling all of it, from antibiotics on factory farms to salmonella outbreaks to the growing secrecy of industrial slaughterhouses. He’s also been digging up dirt in the world of agriculture, shedding much-needed light on weeds’ growing resistance to herbicides, the pesticides behind bee die-offs, and more. All that, and tasty recipes, too!
Emphasis mine. They had better be some mighty tasty recipes to get you thinking positively about eating after a story like that!
So why weren’t recurring events showing up in this calendaring application I’m building? Because in an event handler I was replacing commas with one whitespace - but only in certain circumstances, which was why the non-recurring event showed up fine.
Forty-eight hours closer to death & I lost it to one blank space.
For no good reason. I love the look on the guy’s face in the Tristan & Isolde picture. “Oh, scheisse. This isn’t going to end well…”
Why do cats in paintings look irritated or diabolical so often?
A recent post over on Strange Magic featured this image from a mid-16th century fechtbuch by Paul Hector Mair:
The black guy is apparently on the same social level as the blond, considering that their outfits are comparable. That’s a little unexpected. The real headscratcher for me, though, is why they’re duelling with sickles.
So here I am at a tang soo do school now. I had to leave the MMA place when I took a job in another town. You would think I would feel more at home back in a traditional school, but it feels just as foreign now as walking into the MMA gym did.
When I was there, for the first couple of months I missed forms. Now that I’m here, I’m nostalgic for exchanging blows. (Medium contact, anyway. The nose breaking thing was an accident. I bobbed right into his jab.) I’m extremely not fighty, but here I am, missing combat sport training.
Maybe it’s just as well. My wife complained that I came home hobbling too many nights anyway.
