am I well yet? (boring indecision ahead)

I'm thinking that I should take it easy a little longer, rather than dive in today with a workout and NYRSF meeting, because I have social plans Friday. Maybe NYRSF but not the gym?

And only intermittent LJ access--apparently Panix's dialup gets me an IP number that can get through, though our Verizon DSL line doesn't.

Novel to work on, Tiptree mail from brisingamen to answer, and no impetus to do anything. At least I'm not sneezing.

am I well yet? (boring indecision ahead)

I'm thinking that I should take it easy a little longer, rather than dive in today with a workout and NYRSF meeting, because I have social plans Friday. Maybe NYRSF but not the gym?

And only intermittent LJ access--apparently Panix's dialup gets me an IP number that can get through, though our Verizon DSL line doesn't.

Novel to work on, Tiptree mail from brisingamen to answer, and no impetus to do anything. At least I'm not sneezing.

too topical

I don't have lilairen's eerily sentient CD changer, but even just putting one album on can be eerie.

The last song on Bargainville starts "Got a call to write a song/ About the war in the Gulf/ But it shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings."

"Fighters for Texaco,
Fighters for power,
Fighters for longer turns in the shower.

Don't tell me I can't fight,
'Cause I'll punch out your lights,
History seems to agree
That I would fight you for me,
That us would fight them for we."

too topical

I don't have lilairen's eerily sentient CD changer, but even just putting one album on can be eerie.

The last song on Bargainville starts "Got a call to write a song/ About the war in the Gulf/ But it shouldn't hurt anyone's feelings."

"Fighters for Texaco,
Fighters for power,
Fighters for longer turns in the shower.

Don't tell me I can't fight,
'Cause I'll punch out your lights,
History seems to agree
That I would fight you for me,
That us would fight them for we."

food, and passing time

I just had a nice, simple supper: lamb patties, basmati rice, and raw carrots. Per pound, the carrots were the most expensive, because I'm paying for the convenience of getting them already peeled and cut into a convenient size, and because I have access to markets that have chopped lamb and basmati rice at good prices. I'm pleased with myself for cooking it--and blueberry pancakes for our lunch today, and last night's salad (to go with the remains of the goulash cattitude made Monday night and yesterday's lunchtime omelettes. Signs I'm feeling better: I'm cooking. So I am well-fed and content, with the last of a glass of apple cider (US meaning, not UK) next to me; Artemis is happy, because she got a bit of the lamb.

NASA has finally said good-bye to Pioneer 10, and I am oddly saddened. "Oddly" because it wasn't expected to last that long; it was launched before most LiveJournal members were born. It's just been there, carrying our instruments and our message out into space, for most of my conscious life. The spacecraft and the plaque are still there, of course (or we assume they are--there's no reason to expect them not to be), but its power has run down too much for it to answer the calls from home.

Pioneer completed its main scientific mission in 1973, sending home marvelous images of Jupiter, the first of the gorgeous spaceprobe photos of the outer solar system that we've come to take for granted. The last of the science mission was declared over in 1997, as various instruments fell silent, most having long outlived their expected service times. There's a mission summary at http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/nmc/tmp/1972-012A.html

food, and passing time

I just had a nice, simple supper: lamb patties, basmati rice, and raw carrots. Per pound, the carrots were the most expensive, because I'm paying for the convenience of getting them already peeled and cut into a convenient size, and because I have access to markets that have chopped lamb and basmati rice at good prices. I'm pleased with myself for cooking it--and blueberry pancakes for our lunch today, and last night's salad (to go with the remains of the goulash cattitude made Monday night and yesterday's lunchtime omelettes. Signs I'm feeling better: I'm cooking. So I am well-fed and content, with the last of a glass of apple cider (US meaning, not UK) next to me; Artemis is happy, because she got a bit of the lamb.

NASA has finally said good-bye to Pioneer 10, and I am oddly saddened. "Oddly" because it wasn't expected to last that long; it was launched before most LiveJournal members were born. It's just been there, carrying our instruments and our message out into space, for most of my conscious life. The spacecraft and the plaque are still there, of course (or we assume they are--there's no reason to expect them not to be), but its power has run down too much for it to answer the calls from home.

Pioneer completed its main scientific mission in 1973, sending home marvelous images of Jupiter, the first of the gorgeous spaceprobe photos of the outer solar system that we've come to take for granted. The last of the science mission was declared over in 1997, as various instruments fell silent, most having long outlived their expected service times. There's a mission summary at http://nssdc.gsfc.nasa.gov/nmc/tmp/1972-012A.html