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steve marlowe
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Threescore and Ten
In Boston; went to the Museum of Fine Arts.
Tintoretto, self-portrait circa 1546
Tintoretto, self-portrait circa 1588
ἔργα νέων, βουλαὶ δὲ μέσων, εὐχαὶ δὲ γερόντων
deeds [are] of the young; counsel, the middle-aged; prayers, the old.
—Hesiod, fragments
Late at night I said to J., “I need to s-e-l-p-s,” then
collapsed into incomprehension over such a brain typo—I wish I could say this was the endpoint of grading, but in fact the work is barely begun. “For in Calormen, story-telling (whether the stories are true or made up) is a thing you’re taught, just as English boys and girls are taught essay-writing. The difference is that people want to hear the stories, whereas I never heard of anyone who wanted to read the essays.”
Berkeley has an enlightened new policy where your kitchen scraps and yard clippings can decay peacefully together in big green bins; so taking out the new load of coffee grounds and tangelo peels this morning, we flipped open the lid and discovered a tiny glistening salamander inside, breathing through wee neck vents and taking in the world with alert black eyes. We dumped our refuse and closed the lid carefully; then I had an attack of worry over what might become of the salamander when the organic waste truck showed up, so I went back out and used a bit of Tupperware to transfer it to the temperate jungle growing alongside our house. It was quite cooperative about being moved and even helped matters out by clinging to the Tupperware with its tiny prehensile tail—who knew?! I believe it must have been a half-grown Aneides lugubrus. When we went back out to check up it had skedaddled, I hope to a more salamander-appropriate habitat.
Here’s the original Gerry-Mander from 1812.
And the surviving fragment of Anaximander—
