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I have a Friday morning appointment for a procedure than should remove the cause of the discomfort I am still experiencing. On the other hand, I can't predict the discomfort, pain might not be too strong a term, of the procedure itself or during the following days, never mind the anxiety leading up to the undoubtedly minor (in comparison with the big deal in the hospital a week ago, or even the failed procedure last month) event.
Father J. is back to Barcelona (Girona, actually) tomorrow without any dental work having been done for him at NYU, despite his extensive evaluations just before their Spring break and the expectation of appointments Monday and Tuesday.
The website I was working on went down the tubes thanks to a server migration and it took some work on the part of the host before I could reinstall successfully. It's back now in rudimentary fashion, and I will do things slowly, and the way I was beginning to wish I had done it the first time. At the end of which my little chowder and marching society will have more than it ever wanted, and I will be a bit more of a Drupal geek. Which is what I always wanted to be when I grew up, back in Jersey in the '50s.
Meanwhile I am immersed in The Lost Science of Money, which I lugged home exhausted from the monetary reform conference at the Ron Paul HQ Sunday. It is remarkable how hospitable the RP folks are to the discussion of the Federal Reserve system even from a nonlibertarian, anti-Austrian, social welfarist, fiat money point of view, a point of view I find unexpectedly persuasive in spots. And I may come out of this able to read Pound's middle Cantos with something approaching interest. I already see his obsession with the Rothschilds less connected to the European anti-Sems than with his father's professional concern with the minting of precious metals.
And of course local history is involved. August Belmont, the father of the subway, was not only the Rothshild's American agent, but the chair of the Democratic National Committee in 1868, who may well have worked to throw the election to Grant when his own candidate failed to endorse the gold standard. So says the fascinating Alexander del Mar, anyway, whose works I have located on Google. One of those names you see in Pound, and wonder what Pound saw in them. (Mussolini being an extreme example.)
Belmont's was the only private car on the IRT...
Father J. is back to Barcelona (Girona, actually) tomorrow without any dental work having been done for him at NYU, despite his extensive evaluations just before their Spring break and the expectation of appointments Monday and Tuesday.
The website I was working on went down the tubes thanks to a server migration and it took some work on the part of the host before I could reinstall successfully. It's back now in rudimentary fashion, and I will do things slowly, and the way I was beginning to wish I had done it the first time. At the end of which my little chowder and marching society will have more than it ever wanted, and I will be a bit more of a Drupal geek. Which is what I always wanted to be when I grew up, back in Jersey in the '50s.
Meanwhile I am immersed in The Lost Science of Money, which I lugged home exhausted from the monetary reform conference at the Ron Paul HQ Sunday. It is remarkable how hospitable the RP folks are to the discussion of the Federal Reserve system even from a nonlibertarian, anti-Austrian, social welfarist, fiat money point of view, a point of view I find unexpectedly persuasive in spots. And I may come out of this able to read Pound's middle Cantos with something approaching interest. I already see his obsession with the Rothschilds less connected to the European anti-Sems than with his father's professional concern with the minting of precious metals.
And of course local history is involved. August Belmont, the father of the subway, was not only the Rothshild's American agent, but the chair of the Democratic National Committee in 1868, who may well have worked to throw the election to Grant when his own candidate failed to endorse the gold standard. So says the fascinating Alexander del Mar, anyway, whose works I have located on Google. One of those names you see in Pound, and wonder what Pound saw in them. (Mussolini being an extreme example.)
Belmont's was the only private car on the IRT...