Dec. 11th, 2003

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Sure, Isaac Newton was a little weird.

He was born on Christmas day. His father died during the pregnancy. His mom had to quickly wean him and send him away so she could find another husband, the only respectable job for most women back then. Half the annual celebrations as most kids, even when you have a family to celebrate with, which he didn't. Suckage on a level that one might have to, o, invent (a version of) Calculus to figure it out.

SBB wrote the book in Newton's family chapel, which is within shouting distance of the apple tree of legend, and other events of the 18 months of rumination in the sticks that inspired his life's work and other lesser known pieces.

I feel I can safely deduce that Romancing the Ordinary is no Principia. Not that I've actually read the latter. My Latin is more than a bit rusty.

But, well, it IS novel, and probably moreso for a geek like me than her intended audience. She describes his horrible childhood. (Sometimes I wonder if parents are monstrous to their kids in the hopes of producing genius. The failure rate of this experiment is pretty high. Do Not Try This At Home!)

Some folks can sense the presence (and pain) of the building's past when they visit her. She is regularly motivated to make offerings to Newton's spirit. He was a closet alchemist, which means he might be of the flaky sort to become a ghost just to prove it can be done. She seems convinced.

I hope he's a holiday spirit, or else he's sulking in a turret until she's done with all the damned festive stuff, or until she moves out, since her book suggests she's like this all the time.
cthulhia: (Default)
Sure, Isaac Newton was a little weird.

He was born on Christmas day. His father died during the pregnancy. His mom had to quickly wean him and send him away so she could find another husband, the only respectable job for most women back then. Half the annual celebrations as most kids, even when you have a family to celebrate with, which he didn't. Suckage on a level that one might have to, o, invent (a version of) Calculus to figure it out.

SBB wrote the book in Newton's family chapel, which is within shouting distance of the apple tree of legend, and other events of the 18 months of rumination in the sticks that inspired his life's work and other lesser known pieces.

I feel I can safely deduce that Romancing the Ordinary is no Principia. Not that I've actually read the latter. My Latin is more than a bit rusty.

But, well, it IS novel, and probably moreso for a geek like me than her intended audience. She describes his horrible childhood. (Sometimes I wonder if parents are monstrous to their kids in the hopes of producing genius. The failure rate of this experiment is pretty high. Do Not Try This At Home!)

Some folks can sense the presence (and pain) of the building's past when they visit her. She is regularly motivated to make offerings to Newton's spirit. He was a closet alchemist, which means he might be of the flaky sort to become a ghost just to prove it can be done. She seems convinced.

I hope he's a holiday spirit, or else he's sulking in a turret until she's done with all the damned festive stuff, or until she moves out, since her book suggests she's like this all the time.
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I thought I read in Time Magazine that there's a diagnosable psychological epidemic, etc. as a result of living in the land of plenty. But I can't find it online, and the print copy in the awfis kitchen has gone amiss. But, one of the ways to cope is to be proactively grateful (to deity, to nature, each other) for everything one does have, and recognize all these for the *POCK*s they are.

  • considering the rain and the melt, I am exceedingly glad to live on the second floor.
  • using the extra ticket of my free pass to Calendar Girls (which was a decent flick)
  • on [livejournal.com profile] jencallisto
  • who knows a thing or two about the scritching of the hed
  • and finds it more funny than amusing when I pretend my hed and her hand have a magnetic attraction to each other, and so I headbutt her hand. (I learned this from horses. Sure, dogs and cats do this to a point, but, teach a horse a trick that gets them a treat, and they're relentless, as well as large and intimidating.)
  • living in a neighborhood with a hippy bank, that has a free community room with a flatscreen TV.
  • knowing someone who uses that bank. ([livejournal.com profile] awfief)
  • and getting the room for friday, the 19th for a viewing of that heartwarming holiday classic, The Ref. (If you're interested in going, let me know what time of day might be good. We can start as early as 5, and she advises we go no later than Diesel's hours, since the room has no bathroom.) Ever since [[livejournal.com profile] penetrali?] mentioned a manhattan friend who had a party in a big ATM room because it was several times the size of her studio apartment, I've been wanting to do something similar.
  • (if that works out, I might also try for Groundhog Day. Maybe even a game night there, since there's a lot more room than at YMG. Anyone else do their banking there?)
  • I'm glad I didn't commit to chaffeuring tonight, since someone else who gets free movie passes has invited me to see House of Sand and Fog, which sounded suck until I read the reviews. (Still not sure about the basic storyline, but it's apparently amazingly well-performed.) I can still do a drive by afterwards to make sure everyone has a ride home.
cthulhia: (Default)
I thought I read in Time Magazine that there's a diagnosable psychological epidemic, etc. as a result of living in the land of plenty. But I can't find it online, and the print copy in the awfis kitchen has gone amiss. But, one of the ways to cope is to be proactively grateful (to deity, to nature, each other) for everything one does have, and recognize all these for the *POCK*s they are.

  • considering the rain and the melt, I am exceedingly glad to live on the second floor.
  • using the extra ticket of my free pass to Calendar Girls (which was a decent flick)
  • on [livejournal.com profile] jencallisto
  • who knows a thing or two about the scritching of the hed
  • and finds it more funny than amusing when I pretend my hed and her hand have a magnetic attraction to each other, and so I headbutt her hand. (I learned this from horses. Sure, dogs and cats do this to a point, but, teach a horse a trick that gets them a treat, and they're relentless, as well as large and intimidating.)
  • living in a neighborhood with a hippy bank, that has a free community room with a flatscreen TV.
  • knowing someone who uses that bank. ([livejournal.com profile] awfief)
  • and getting the room for friday, the 19th for a viewing of that heartwarming holiday classic, The Ref. (If you're interested in going, let me know what time of day might be good. We can start as early as 5, and she advises we go no later than Diesel's hours, since the room has no bathroom.) Ever since [[livejournal.com profile] penetrali?] mentioned a manhattan friend who had a party in a big ATM room because it was several times the size of her studio apartment, I've been wanting to do something similar.
  • (if that works out, I might also try for Groundhog Day. Maybe even a game night there, since there's a lot more room than at YMG. Anyone else do their banking there?)
  • I'm glad I didn't commit to chaffeuring tonight, since someone else who gets free movie passes has invited me to see House of Sand and Fog, which sounded suck until I read the reviews. (Still not sure about the basic storyline, but it's apparently amazingly well-performed.) I can still do a drive by afterwards to make sure everyone has a ride home.

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