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Sunday

September 10, 2000

"L'homme est un animal arrivé, voilą tout."

"Man is merely a successful animal."

Remy de Gourmont, Promendades philosophiques

 

 

 

 


water dogs try to entice Zoey to swim in rather than drink Lake Austin

grackle enjoys a bagel

 

 

 

 

 

 

shut-in

eXtreme dog walking in Tarrytown begins the day. So, I did get out. We parked in the shopping center owned by the animal lover. Surely two dog walkers can park there! (This lady kicked out a little gourmet grocer for selling meat and made the Texas French Bread go vegetarian. There is a dog adoption operation office there now, too. I wondered if Mike Adams Hardware got kicked out for selling barbeque grills. I made that up. But not the rest of it. Really.)

I have a higher energy level today and it's no time before we reach Mozart's and are having coffee. I do the hills and distance without complaining about needing caffeine. I have a big old chocolate croissant and café au lait. I try to engage SuRu in this real philosophical discussion wherein I suddenly claim that all intellect is merely pattern matching. I try to illustrate by talkng about what we assume from the dress, demeanor and possessions of the people walking by.

Then I explain my 'not entirely unexpected theory.' When you go outside, you might see a person you've never seen before in clothes that vary from anything you've exactly observed. You might see a car that you have never seen before, in fact a model car that is entirely new. You consume this information without dying of a heart attack over the surprising effect because you match the information to something 'not entirely unexpected' in this context. If you go outside your house and see an elephant or a 747 in the street, you will be MORE surprised even though it is the exact elephant you saw at the zoo or the exact 747 you saw at an airport.

My rambling philosophy discussion yielded only this from SuRu: "So how do we invent brand new things?" (Yeah, you guessed it...there are no brand new things in my tightly-woven philosophical system.) I don't know. I just felt philosophical today. I don't have the background for it.

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Yep, I prefer philosophy to work. But I spent the rest of the day inside, mostly trying to work. At one point I wrote all the work things I needed to do on a piece of paper. There were six things. Then I lost the scrap of paper in my mess. Later I found it. I had given a lot of thought to the things on the list. But finished only one, sadly. Some were a bit philosophical but philosophy in the messy real world is somehow not as much fun.

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Yesterday I encouraged my mother to call her friend in assisted living and have her over for a visit. I felt Mom and Dad were feeling a little isolated, a little bit at loose ends down here in Austin. Entertaining someone else might pull them out of it. I called my mom around two and got the answering machine. Quite a bit later she returned my call. They'd had an early birthday lunch with friends who won't be in town on their birthdays. After church. At a chain restaurant I have bypassed as a lunch choice every day for years. ("They didn't the salad Maja and I ordered when they brought they guys. So they said they wouldn't charge us for it. So we got a free salad!") Additional benefit of parents in town: examination of food and service at restaurants I don't patronize.

But they did phone the friend. They picked her up and brought her home and showed her the house and played a domino game they like. It clearly cheered my mother up to cheer her friend up.

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I only interrupted my work for the occasional cup of coffee; for a snack of queso and chips; for a meal of fish in a Provenēal sauce with asparagus; for a couple of chats with Jennifer, our college journaler, who was working on transferring VHS footage to mini-DV for editing; for a few glances at the papers; for a bit of on-line journal editing; to read a couple of personal e-mails; to get on PayPal and pay an e-bay trader for shipping; to get a hand and foot massage. Interruptions enough that I didn't get as much done as I'd like on work nor did I find time for the 'clean up this room' activity that would make working in here so much more pleasant.

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During one interruption, I saw the last few points of the Men's U.S. Open Final. That Russian guy, Saffin, is really an attractive kid as well as a heck of a player. I haven't been following tennis enough. He was the sixth seed and I'd never heard of him.

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