Possibly Random and Dull, unless I think of something interesting

Today I finally started my Biblical Ritual paper. TOmorrow- to add in those 3 additional sources, and in theory to finish it up (how the heck am I going to conclude that mess?). But I've had a nice break from writing, so at least I'm not burned out or any similar problem, besides not focusing. I also need to call Vera's parents and talk about how much to pay them to stay there for a month. And I need to call/email the lady from my internship to inquire. And try to figure out what sort of part time job one can get for a month, or if I should just give up on that idea, shell out the money, and hope to make it and some more once I get home. And I still really want to go to Rochester for the marathon- I hope I can. I mean, I'll probably see some of the same folks at Keff, which I can actually go to this year, because it's the earlier week, before I move back to campus, but still- it's the Rochester marathon... I don't know who'll be there though, much of the usual crew will be away in such a way as not to be able to go, but the closer of the usual suspects should still be there.

This evening I learned about the Rambam's (Rabbi Moses ben Maimon, aka Maimonides) theories about preventative health care (get 8 hours of sleep a night, eat figs/grapes before the meal, light food before heavy food, and apples, which are apparently potentially constipating only afterwards and in small quantities. And avoid salted and aged anything, except salted fish oil, which can be used as a laxitive. Quite bluntly, the Rambam came across as a cranky old man who was a bit obsessed with his bowels. He had funny ideas about sex too. But he seemed significantly more interested in the bowels.

I also discovered (noticed? renoticed? what's a good real word for re-noticed?) that one can tell an awful lot about a person by how the walk, and how they move in general. There's definitely a couple of hurt puppy walks, and another that's the "I'm pretending not to be hurt by being really purposeful all the time" walk. That one reminds me of early high school- talk about flashbacks.

My room is a disaster- but I'm moving to transitional housing soon enough that I have no motivation to clean. But someone was throwing out a perfectly good storage block-thing, so, in the true spirit of my mother and midnight auto, I just picked it up and took it (and a dime) back to my room- hurray for one more storage and packing container.

Possibly Random and Dull, unless I think of something interesting

Today I finally started my Biblical Ritual paper. TOmorrow- to add in those 3 additional sources, and in theory to finish it up (how the heck am I going to conclude that mess?). But I've had a nice break from writing, so at least I'm not burned out or any similar problem, besides not focusing. I also need to call Vera's parents and talk about how much to pay them to stay there for a month. And I need to call/email the lady from my internship to inquire. And try to figure out what sort of part time job one can get for a month, or if I should just give up on that idea, shell out the money, and hope to make it and some more once I get home. And I still really want to go to Rochester for the marathon- I hope I can. I mean, I'll probably see some of the same folks at Keff, which I can actually go to this year, because it's the earlier week, before I move back to campus, but still- it's the Rochester marathon... I don't know who'll be there though, much of the usual crew will be away in such a way as not to be able to go, but the closer of the usual suspects should still be there.

This evening I learned about the Rambam's (Rabbi Moses ben Maimon, aka Maimonides) theories about preventative health care (get 8 hours of sleep a night, eat figs/grapes before the meal, light food before heavy food, and apples, which are apparently potentially constipating only afterwards and in small quantities. And avoid salted and aged anything, except salted fish oil, which can be used as a laxitive. Quite bluntly, the Rambam came across as a cranky old man who was a bit obsessed with his bowels. He had funny ideas about sex too. But he seemed significantly more interested in the bowels.

I also discovered (noticed? renoticed? what's a good real word for re-noticed?) that one can tell an awful lot about a person by how the walk, and how they move in general. There's definitely a couple of hurt puppy walks, and another that's the "I'm pretending not to be hurt by being really purposeful all the time" walk. That one reminds me of early high school- talk about flashbacks.

My room is a disaster- but I'm moving to transitional housing soon enough that I have no motivation to clean. But someone was throwing out a perfectly good storage block-thing, so, in the true spirit of my mother and midnight auto, I just picked it up and took it (and a dime) back to my room- hurray for one more storage and packing container.