Bow Tie Tuesday

[fflo]

Another new one today.  :)  And here
 



I look happy.  I guess I was/am kinda happy. 

The weather's nicer.  Already chilly now, when I'm finally about to go out for a walk, after a long day of work, and with more I need to do tonight--- no lesson plan in place for first copy editing session, tomorrow, for new hire.

I'm glad I went to in-person chorus last night.  I even got an illicit/daring hug afterwards.  It felt really good.  I've had 2 of those during the pandemic.  Imagine getting more!  Last night's hugger was another lover of hugs.  Not saying anything against hugs from the less huggy, or the hug ambivalent, but there's really something about a hug connoisseur.  A nice firm hug but not over-the-top strong--- that's the worst, when someone hurts you and kinda maybe scares you--- not even so much because it can seem performative and therefore vaguely bogus but because it evinces a lack of considering & imagining the other person's experience, or okay maybe someone doing that might be imagining that's what someone else would like but it's so missing out of the glory of a good hug that you (I) could cry for the poor sucker that they don't know the joy that you know.

You think I'm writing a lot about hugs there, but I could write a WHOLE LOT MORE.

Or do a whole seduction-level poem about the delicious finer points of a perfect hug.

In a perfect hug, neither person lets go first.  How that can happen is unfathomable, on a basic logical level, and therefore magic.  And that is but one part of the magic of the magic.

Even standing around after the rehearsal in the parking lot, people not wanting to leave--- that was sweet too.

It made me realize I was in no hurry to get home, so I tried going to the drive-through of the Ypsi Popeye's to get one of those amazeballs chicken sandwiches.  I was in the line for half an hour, playing games on my phone, only to be informed, upon arriving at the speaker, that they had no chicken sandwiches, only "bone-in" chicken.

That was disappointing not only because of the lack of the amazeball chicken sandwich but because of the reminder of the dead poultry aspect in the whole enterprise.  Yes, I am one of those carnivores who wouldn't eat meat if I had to kill it and prefer a sanitized quasi-ignorance by way of packaging and/or others preparing the food.  I'm not proud of it.  It's just how it is.  I'm low-hanging fruit for a vegetarianism proselytizer, and can be fine with being vegetarian at home with a vegetarian partner.  It's better for the planet and I'm a hypocrite.  Yet I remain a meat eater.

There goes Bert, gettin' the mail.  But there was no mail in his box.  Does this mean the mail hasn't come?  I bet it does not mean that.  But it may mean that.  If I have no mail in my mailbox, it's more likely to mean that.  I've been sitting here quite a while, though, and didn't see the mail truck.  Saw the neighborhood toddler, and saw my next-doors, going out for & returning from a walk.  Yeah, I need to get my literal ass off of this chair and move around!

 

Comments

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

It's good to see you looking happy.

It seems like the very existence of Newton's 3rd law should make empathetic hugging more natural. I mean, however hard one person presses against the other, the other person is pressing equally hard back both in terms of total force and pressure at every point of contact.

I confess that I only like meat that's processed beyond recognition. Like in chilli or meatballs or burgers or something. The actual texture of muscle tissue squicks me. Bacon is the most intact meat I can actually enjoy. This is one of my many defects.

Ah, yes, that perpetual question--is my mailbox empty because I didn't get anything, or because the mail's not here yet. Especially troubling because on rare occasions, the mail really does come late, so that I can keep the denial up for hours.

[fflo.livejournal.com]

Perhaps that's the real purpose of those wasteful sale flyers that come every coupla days. So there's something in there to retrieve and recycle, to keep you going to the mailbox, for the off-chance that something valuable arrives.

Hey, have you heard that Newton's laws are being called something(s) else now, in some places/situations? To de-centralize Newton the person and, I guess, foreground the science part?

I just half-assedly tried googling about that, but I've got some work I've gotta get to. And I still haven't answered today's LearnedLeague questions.

[peteralway.livejournal.com]

Googled around. Don't know it that's going to catch on. I certainly hadn't heard any scuttlebutt about it in the physics world. The thing about physics is that Newton is just a handle for the laws. Anything about Newton the person is just trivia. It's not like anyone reads Newton or anything. I remember some guy who was trying to be broadly educated and so he read some arbitrary collection of "Great Books" that some prtentious organization decided everyone should read. He said he felt stupid because he read Newton's "Principia" and couldn't make heads nor tails of it. I had to tell him that I have a master's degree in physics, and started to read "Principia" a few years ago, and it made no sense to me, either. Physics isn't taught the way Newton thought about it. Or at least not how he wrote about it. The ideas have all been reformulated and re-written to make them teachable and practical to use.

[amw.livejournal.com]

That is a great bow tie!