September 15th, 2003

Fishy Circumstances


How strange. The apartment suddenly feels so large.

The limo just drove away, C.'s parents inside of it, off through the drizzle to the airport. They've been here for three weeks, and it was a good visit. They managed to pack all of it up into the suitcases they came with, despite all the shopping along the way. There was room enough for all of us in the apartment. It didn't feel crowded. They rented a car and went on day trips, even took us up to Muskoka, and closer touristic destinations.

Yesterday, we went to Black Creek Pioneer Village, a preservation of nineteenth-century homes, filled with people and things in period outfits, including craftsmen and their goods. The watermill was right out of watermill diagrams, but the millpond was low (recently drained), so the wheel wasn't running. Today's drizzle will help fill it up. Everything was so clean, given it's in use. The pigs and the floors and windows and carpets were all clean. We bought a cookie, fresh from the oven, tasty and warm, crisp with oatmeal. Everyone who worked there who was over forty commented on the Latin on the t-shirt I was wearing. The printer asked what leaf from the bible he had on the wall - he'd been wanting to know for years (Gutenberg reproduction).

Today, however, I went off to prepare for class, and they packed their weeks away into suitcases. They'll fly around the borders of the incoming hurricane, and back home. When they gave the housekeys back, it was with a new key chain, leather embossed with the name of the pioneer village we visited yesterday.
Fishy Circumstances


I was diligent this weekend and researched possible funding sources for next year, presuming I finish in time. Alas, I was not so diligent in noting down the URLs as soon as I located them. Instead, I fell prey to my usual bad habit of leaving lots of windows and tabs open to deal with later. Today, of course, Mozilla crashed from excess of use, lack of restarting, and cumulative memory leaks.

A rather different medium is going away on a much larger time scale: the slide projector. Kodak recently announced that it will no longer be producing slide projectors. It's the end of an era. I feel sorry for art historians, and am glad I've been investing in overheads, even if the picture quality isn't as good.
Fishy Circumstances


I aspire to having my work cited by the BBC. That would demonstrate a good balance between scholarly achievement and popular accessibility. Why do aspire to this in particular at the moment? forthright has a BBC article on his work, on the development of Greco-Egyptian numerals.