Saturday, May 13, 2017

philologist saunters by glade



There is no pure beginning.... The Oxford University Press 30%-off sale online caused me to see that there were no new books I have to have this week (a relief: I don’t know what to do with the ones I have, apart from the hundred-or-so supposed to be priorities for near-term prospecting). But I realized I really want to see what’s what with David Sobel’s From Valuing to Value, which is available at the library. So, out I went.

Tuesday, May 09, 2017

archetropal spring day to never forget



Beautiful day—and short line at the grocery checkout. Lucky me. The only thing ahead on the conveyor belt was a huge bottle of vodka (half gallon!)—which seemed odd, but none of my business. Someone’s pretty stupid about alcohol, I might have thought (if I’d given it my attention).

I put my stuff on behind the bottle. A short old man in front of me was bubbly, talking with a middle-aged woman who was enjoying him immensely, also helping him pay with his plastic card. I was in no hurry, but didn’t really notice them (but recall in retrospect—before I forget).

“I’m 95!,” he heralded to her, which she cheerfully praised. This caused me to turn toward him. He didn’t look 95. So, I joked. “You’re not 95!” He turned to me, looking surprised through his thick lens, bubbly as, say, a 70 year-old.

I said, “You don’t look 95.” Grinning, seeming flattered, he finished his purchase.

Sunday, May 07, 2017

Saturday, May 06, 2017

saturdaynote



The “…conceptual inquiry” venture has grown beyond my initial intention. Immersion possesses me. I feel free to seem hermetic.

I expect to finish that excursion next week.

The old “conceptual prospecting” blog has been almost completely transposed to the blogger format (working back toward 2004, when it began). Later this year, I’ll appropriate its postings (probably in revised form) into what I’m doing now.