Amsterdam, Day 1
The villanelle is a really great poetic form, and has a really interesting structure. In the first stanza, the first and third lines rhyme… and are repeated throughout the poem. They alternate, and server as the final lines for the subsequent stanzas. At the very end of the poem, they come back together and finish the poem as a couplet.
I learned that the doctor tends to go for 15 minute treatments for pain, though some animals may vary in terms of how they respond to the duration. Quincy seemed to fare a little worse the last few times, so she reduced the treatment time from 15 minutes to around 7-8 minutes.
With our upcoming travels, Amsterdam is one of our first stops. And despite the closing lyrics, hearing this song has gotten me slowly ready for our trip.
This was a large, circular container… filled to the brim with curved, black and white photographs. I’m not sure if the photos had any direct relationship with the vessel they were in, but it seemed to be a mishmash of images: some of heavy machinery, others of what looked like a school or church.
Sorry, this is a cheap move. But it’s been busy lately, and ended up choosing to focus on code tonight at the expense of the blog.
I’ll be honest – my first reaction on seeing this app was “Hey, that’s my idea!” But after a moment or so, that thought passed. After all, no one really holds the copyright to the concept of low-viewcount videos. And with hosting my code on GitHub, this kind of thing is the nature of open source.
Liz and I are heading overseas next week, and I’m not quite ready for it. I mean, I am ready – in the sense that when I’m called to go and eat a lot of food, and drink wine in France… I am capable and up to the task. I mean ready in the other sense, as in: researching the things I want to see, creating the various Google Maps I want to have as handy reference, having a specific museum to day itinerary printed and folded crisply in my pocket.
I’m going on a trip next week, and had a passing thought earlier this morning that… Maybe I should go find my passport. Liz and I hadn’t discussed this yet, and so because of that I figured things were still fine.
The day was already pretty hot, and it was uncomfortable outside. But I swear – if I didn’t have to go in to work, I would have stayed out here and watched. And probably tried to talk to the workers, to ask a bunch of annoying questions.
Spotted this guy at the crosswalk, on my way home Friday. Not quite the same as catching the Living Statue on the CTA… but a fun out-of-context encounter regardless.
On Friday evening, Liz and I arrived (a little late) and joined my family at my parents’ house. Several family members came back to celebrate my grandma’s 104th (that’s right, 104) birthday.
The Twitter account is still low on followers, but the Facebook page is the thing that seems to have gotten a little more love. It’s crazy to see that things were pretty dead the week prior, and I saw a 36,160% increase. Ha!