“The French explain it as L’Appel du Vide, or call of the void. Are they just French, or can the void really beckon you to kill yourself? New science on balance, fear, and cognition shows that the voice of the abyss is both real and powerful.”
Liz and I were talking at the kitchen table (which was in the dining room, adjacent to where these two were at). I guess our voices lulled them to sleep because we looked over, and both of them were flopped to the side.
The outdoor area was covered in objects, done as decorations over the years. And pretty much every single item was for sale (either individually or as pairs).
“For two weeks
She waited
Until it left of its own accord”
Our main goal: looking for a new tree for the front yard, to replace the Japanese Maple that died last year.
I was very taken with the way Pei approached architectural problems, and really enjoyed hearing him describe his various buildings/designs. It’s interesting to compare his critics (in France, at the time) versus now. I wonder what percentage of the Frech still view the pyramid with disdain.
At first, I didn’t think much of it. Maybe someone’s cologne or perfume. But then I kept staring at it, wondering What type of liquid would someone need to carry around in a vial that size?
Here’s the super interesting thing: while we were all in the same physical space and all in the same map, we were each seeing very different parts of the map.
Someone could be next to you, physically, in the real world. But in the VR game they would be two floors above you, maybe 30 feet away.
The first 20 seconds of this video felt like watching Too Many Cooks for the first time. Totally weird, and not quite convinced what I was seeing was real.
Looking at the week, there was a lot of rain in the forecast (at least, there was when we looked on Sunday night). The best day to get the remaining plants in the ground looked to be today, after work. So Liz and I got our grubby clothes on after work, and tried to get as much as we could with the last of the day’s light.
Found this while cleaning yesterday. I don’t think this was ever redeemed, and I have to say I’m grateful to past me for putting an actual expiration date on this thing.
Liz and I had big plans for the day, and we got an early start. With rain in the forecast, we were trying to get as much done as we could, as early as we could.
As luck would have it, my cousin Jenny was in town this week – and we made plans to catch up over some coffee, early on Friday morning. We met up at the Intelligentsia that’s near Millennium Station (the one that I tend to walk by, but rarely stop at because I’m rushing to get to work).
The funny thing is, I didn’t get a whole lot directly done. But I fielded a lot of questions, assisted and provided what seemed like helpful input, unblocked people. I found myself in possession of very specific answers to very specific questions, and it felt good.
With his wife, Carol, he scouted dozens of wheels at casinos around Europe, from Monte Carlo (Monaco), to Divonne-les-Bains (France), to Baden-Baden (Germany). The pair recruited a team of 8 ‘clockers’ who posted up at these venues, sometimes recording as many as 20,000 spins over a month-long period.