Late afternoon, Mt. Emily from Gekeler. On the way home from 103.
Pantsula Dance
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Eight
Que sais-je? / What do I know?
If you happened to have found interesting the essays and life philosophy of Michel de Montaigne that I fell into last August with Sarah Bakewell’s How To Live, you might want to read Adam Gopnik’s “Montaigne on Trial” in the January 16, 2017 issue of The New Yorker.
Bonus (unrelated): A Cartoon from The New Yorker
Shakespeare Insult Kit
Always useful, often timely. Brother Dennis directs our attention to this:
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Six
Brief blizzard this morning, then a sudden (slightly) warming spell. Off to walk the Abominable Snow Dog this afternoon. As the snow depth is 6 – 8 inches and more in drifted areas, Charlie’s way of negotiating is to bounce from a previously-established track to another. He occasionally becomes high-centered, but quickly springs free.
The Empty Brain
Not a computer, says this author:
https://aeon.co/essays/your-brain-does-not-process-information-and-it-is-not-a-computer
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Five: The Frozen Owl
Kim finds this small thing in the driveway, frozen, apparently expired. We told you the weather was nasty.
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Five
More of the same. Snow briefly turns to rain, soon to turn to ice everywhere. Sorry if everything seems redundant, but the way of the photographically-obsessed is to keep shooting for the elusive “perfect” image(s). Looking through windows into the backyard at the moment.
And the front yard, with the wind at least as strong as yesterday …
rDay Six-Hundred-Fifty-Four: Epilogue
By nine pm or thereabouts, the wind settles down enough for a brisk Charlie-walk through the snowdrifts around the chilly, empty EOU campus.
