Daily reckoning
First half of the day--I set dates to get my plans in order, grilled uni profs. who had no real reasons to answer my un-school related questions, but who kindly didn't run away. I wish comply were an acceptable word to use when making requests. That's so American of me.
In recompense for a 500% increase in my Tuesday output (I've been reading tech. manuals, can't you tell?), I decided to spoil myself horribly by going to the museum where I made a general nuisance of myself by playing with the new pressure floors. I am shocked by the improvements made in two years, and spent nearly as long looking at how the new facilities were upgraded as I did examining the new exhibits.
Love love love Egyptian art. Looked at carvings of ancient women giving birth upright and wondered about the long-term effects on the female brain of not taking part in the whole thing. A woman of sufficient age who has no induced maternal instinct, I wonder, does she end up project it onto others? Maybe it never develops. Does she prioritize differently? Is her brain chemistry different at age 50 than a woman with children? Then I realized how hungry I was, had a good laugh that thoughts of pregnancy lead to thoughts of food, so I ran away to begin a lengthy, completely unenlightening treatise on the matter while I devoured my way through a meal entitled "A fishing tour of Scotland." Conclusion: I'm going to have to burn every notebook I've accrued at some point, lest I ever re-read them and realize what a moron I am, and one should never ever mix sea-food and wine with writing about childbirth. Ughh.
By the way...did you know that when you get a nose job they remove the organ in your nose that detects hormones and pheremones? Just wanted to spread that around, you know, in case anyone was considering it. Janet and I are looking to see if any surgery exists that could render our noses more tolerant. Surely it can't be natural to only be attracted to self-destructing aliens and old texts?! (In Janet's case, 15 year old boys).
In recompense for a 500% increase in my Tuesday output (I've been reading tech. manuals, can't you tell?), I decided to spoil myself horribly by going to the museum where I made a general nuisance of myself by playing with the new pressure floors. I am shocked by the improvements made in two years, and spent nearly as long looking at how the new facilities were upgraded as I did examining the new exhibits.
Love love love Egyptian art. Looked at carvings of ancient women giving birth upright and wondered about the long-term effects on the female brain of not taking part in the whole thing. A woman of sufficient age who has no induced maternal instinct, I wonder, does she end up project it onto others? Maybe it never develops. Does she prioritize differently? Is her brain chemistry different at age 50 than a woman with children? Then I realized how hungry I was, had a good laugh that thoughts of pregnancy lead to thoughts of food, so I ran away to begin a lengthy, completely unenlightening treatise on the matter while I devoured my way through a meal entitled "A fishing tour of Scotland." Conclusion: I'm going to have to burn every notebook I've accrued at some point, lest I ever re-read them and realize what a moron I am, and one should never ever mix sea-food and wine with writing about childbirth. Ughh.
By the way...did you know that when you get a nose job they remove the organ in your nose that detects hormones and pheremones? Just wanted to spread that around, you know, in case anyone was considering it. Janet and I are looking to see if any surgery exists that could render our noses more tolerant. Surely it can't be natural to only be attracted to self-destructing aliens and old texts?! (In Janet's case, 15 year old boys).