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Daily life: I harvested the final batch of hot peppers, see below, that’s it for this year’s cycle of veranda plants; a couple of fallow months and in March or so I’ll choose some new ones. Also I went for a walk in a nearby graveyard (I know, cheerful, but it’s very old—most of the graves date back over a century—and sits on top of a hill in its own little pool of quiet, making it one of my favorite places in the neighborhood). Scattered (and sometimes half-buried) in the path were little fragments of decorated ceramic, one-time teacups maybe, as below; I couldn’t resist scooping up a few.
Music: In the category of “jokes with a difficult Venn diagram”: the radio announcer said “Next we will hear Berwald’s Fourth Symphony, subtitled ‘Naïve,’” and all I could think was, it’s the Wu Xie Symphony! (More musically speaking, I quite like Berwald and feel he would probably repay further study; of the northern composers, with apologies to Finnish f-list people, I am just not wild about Sibelius, he has some gripping moments but the endless ostinati are exhausting. My favorite from that region would be Nielsen, the symphonies and the flute concerto and especially the Helios Overture, which I like so much I once wrote it into a fic.)
Books: In a more distant iteration of the hey-I-know-that-guy’s-kid thing found in the endnotes to academic papers, I’m editing a paper which quotes the philosopher A.J. Ayer and recognizing him from Frances Partridge’s diaries as Freddie Ayer who once hit on her (or did he? anyway, they were friends). Her voluminous journals make good reading in this uncertain age particularly, can recommend.
Chinese: Also Wu Xie-related, I learned the word 以为, to think something in error (to misapprehend? Do any other languages have a good single word for this? In Japanese 勘違いする, or 勘違う as my Chinese colleague used to say). Like in the 往下踊/Jump Down lyrics, “我以为如果我変得強大一点…I thought if I could only become a little stronger…” (sniff).
Writing: Past 2K (it seems helpful to keep a word count going here just for reference) which is, well, 1/40th of the projected total? I think I’m just about getting into my stride enough that I can go back to 500-words-a-day-or-else, which should help. Scene one more or less finished. Next two scenes: the lovers face the concentrated sister attack, and a born conspirator and an innocent go through danger together.
Photos: ( Some rainy flowers and a sunny rose )
Be safe and well.
Music: In the category of “jokes with a difficult Venn diagram”: the radio announcer said “Next we will hear Berwald’s Fourth Symphony, subtitled ‘Naïve,’” and all I could think was, it’s the Wu Xie Symphony! (More musically speaking, I quite like Berwald and feel he would probably repay further study; of the northern composers, with apologies to Finnish f-list people, I am just not wild about Sibelius, he has some gripping moments but the endless ostinati are exhausting. My favorite from that region would be Nielsen, the symphonies and the flute concerto and especially the Helios Overture, which I like so much I once wrote it into a fic.)
Books: In a more distant iteration of the hey-I-know-that-guy’s-kid thing found in the endnotes to academic papers, I’m editing a paper which quotes the philosopher A.J. Ayer and recognizing him from Frances Partridge’s diaries as Freddie Ayer who once hit on her (or did he? anyway, they were friends). Her voluminous journals make good reading in this uncertain age particularly, can recommend.
Chinese: Also Wu Xie-related, I learned the word 以为, to think something in error (to misapprehend? Do any other languages have a good single word for this? In Japanese 勘違いする, or 勘違う as my Chinese colleague used to say). Like in the 往下踊/Jump Down lyrics, “我以为如果我変得強大一点…I thought if I could only become a little stronger…” (sniff).
Writing: Past 2K (it seems helpful to keep a word count going here just for reference) which is, well, 1/40th of the projected total? I think I’m just about getting into my stride enough that I can go back to 500-words-a-day-or-else, which should help. Scene one more or less finished. Next two scenes: the lovers face the concentrated sister attack, and a born conspirator and an innocent go through danger together.
Photos: ( Some rainy flowers and a sunny rose )
Be safe and well.
