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radfrac_archive_full) wrote2005-01-23 08:59 pm
radfrac_archive_full) wrote2005-01-23 08:59 pm
I put the fizz back in fizzle
Lately, I've been trying to practise thankfulness, not because I think there's anyone to thank, but because I want to remind myself that things-going-right is not the natural order. Convenient good fortune is not the normal state of things, with misfortune a horrifying deviation. They're equally-weighted outcomes of the same unpredictable processes. So when I find that, for example, my paycheque is not lost, but just folded up in the change tray, I want to be thankful, not just accept it as ordinary and forget about it. I figure that way stupid minor things-going-wrong won't bother me nearly as much, because I'll be so excited when they don't.
Sad things are happening, but they are the good sort, and I am also thankful for those.
The Importance of Second Drafts
"Lately, I've been trying to practise gratitude, not because I think there's anyone to grate,"
Chemistry in the Kitchen
Impromptu theorem: Flat soda water, when combined with an acid (like orange or lemon juice) and a base (like bicarbonate of soda), will re-fizz.
Results: [1st trial] Unusual, slightly medicinal, but not entirely unpleasant. And probably very good for the digestion. I may be drinking home-made carbonated beverage from now on.
[2nd trial] I do, however, encourage a light hand with the baking soda.
A lovely thing just happened -- a neighbor somewhere in the building or the street below started practising the saxophone, at just the level that I could hear it, but not be overwhelmed by it -- just scales, but the sound was perfect for the golden Paris evening -- and then a charmingly hesitant version of "Fly Me to the Moon".
That reminds me of my one grievance -- the Art Gallery is putting on a "Parisian Cafe Evening," and I can't go. I'm working, of all the absurd things. But if anyone wants to go see the French Masters show, or whatever it is, I'm Game. (Probably a Role-Playing Game. Certainly nothing too rugged, like Stratego.)
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Sad things are happening, but they are the good sort, and I am also thankful for those.
The Importance of Second Drafts
"Lately, I've been trying to practise gratitude, not because I think there's anyone to grate,"
Chemistry in the Kitchen
Impromptu theorem: Flat soda water, when combined with an acid (like orange or lemon juice) and a base (like bicarbonate of soda), will re-fizz.
Results: [1st trial] Unusual, slightly medicinal, but not entirely unpleasant. And probably very good for the digestion. I may be drinking home-made carbonated beverage from now on.
[2nd trial] I do, however, encourage a light hand with the baking soda.
A lovely thing just happened -- a neighbor somewhere in the building or the street below started practising the saxophone, at just the level that I could hear it, but not be overwhelmed by it -- just scales, but the sound was perfect for the golden Paris evening -- and then a charmingly hesitant version of "Fly Me to the Moon".
That reminds me of my one grievance -- the Art Gallery is putting on a "Parisian Cafe Evening," and I can't go. I'm working, of all the absurd things. But if anyone wants to go see the French Masters show, or whatever it is, I'm Game. (Probably a Role-Playing Game. Certainly nothing too rugged, like Stratego.)
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Re: Pick me! Pick me!
I have a reprinted antique map of Paris. I think we should all dress up, take a little bit of coin for emergencies, and try to follow it from an agreed starting point to the Sights, stopping off in key cafes, etc.
Saturday?
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Re: Pick me! Pick me!
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