I attended a 50th reunion for my elementary school class yesterday evening. Had a lot of fun. Someone had preserved a mimeographed "prophecy book" in which it turned out that my occupation was Parakeet Psychiatrist.
In that alternate life
When a pretty bird goes insane
I am the man brought in
To diagnose its brain.
The Orlando terrorist, in his 3 calls to 911, in which he was so insistent about declaring his allegiance to the Islamic State, somehow didn't say anything about wanting to kill gays or Latinos in particular.
There's a massive history of philosophy, running to probably 4500 pages, by Frederick Copleston, S.J., a Thomist Jesuit. I've had it on my shelf staring at me for the longest time. And for some reason I picked it up the other day and now I'm 110 pages in. I'm through the pre-Socratics. I'm into Socrates!
The first history of philosophy I ever read was the one by Bertrand Russell. It was kind of an eye-opener for me. I was in high school, so I didn't know anything. Russell was a very chatty guide, very opinionated. Copleston is a more sober guide, careful about giving his opinions, although he definitely gives them.
Copleston seems to be the most encyclopedic of the popular histories of philosophy. I have the sense that he is sometimes approached more as an encyclopedia than as a book to read through. Well, we will see if I can keep it up to the end.
I was reading a bit about a contemporary French playwright. There was a story about her being worried whether she had been translated quite correctly into English, since English audiences were laughing at different points in the play than French audiences.
I figure it wasn't really about the translation,
just different senses of humor in each nation.
After a long hard run, a day or two after, I find my weight goes up, by a few pounds. This is not what I expect, except that I have come to expect it. I think it has to do with my leg muscles being sore - inflammation or something, extra water retained in my quads and hams.
I don't know why, but without fail
my weight goes high on the scale.
Ok, I googled it, and my hypotheses are proposed by others as well. I didn't see a scientific study on the topic, but it's widely reported as an effect.
I went to see The Eviller Twin today, a play, by Sue Cargill, about identical twins, one of whom was indeed, it turned out, rather evil. It was a comedy, of the dark variety. I found it quite enjoyable.
The identical twins were played by two women of only passing resemblance, and matching wigs, but that worked out fine. In effect, you were just asked to imagine that they were identical. I think as a writer I would have hesitated to do something like that, but as an audience member I accepted it right away.
The other question in my mind was whether the word was "eviler" or "eviller". It turns out they're both acceptable, somewhere or other, though I would always be inclined toward saying "more evil" for the comparative.
I think it's better with the double L,
since that gives eviller something in common with Hell.
We saw a very funny production of The Producers this afternoon. I meant to buy tickets for the evening show, but somehow bought tickets for the matinee. Good thing I doublechecked the time this morning!
Anyway, we had great seats, which maybe we wouldn't have had for the evening show. The show says it has something to offend everybody and I think that's right.