Yuletide Events
Dec. 28th, 2019 11:29 pmInsofar that traditional Yule was from December 22 to January 2, it is appropriate to take stock right in the middle of it all. Plus, I'm on an actual holiday, of sorts. Universities in Australia miss out on all sorts of state-based holidays but get a break between Christmas and the New Year to make up for it. Of course, I have done anything but have a break. There is a neurotic psychological imperative deep within me to get as much done from my own personal agenda before the year is done, much of which (as ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
caseopaya is want to tell me, is work of my own choosing. This is true of course, and I should moderate any levels of stress that come from it, and rather derive satisfaction in the engaging in vita activa, the highest form of human endeavour according to Hannah Arendt, in its own right. In any case, this does mean that I have been writing like a possessed demon the past several days, including throwing away a lot of text that isn't needed for various publications (as Ken Thompson once said, "One of my most productive days was throwing away 1000 lines of code").
There was, of course, some Christmas events, primarily an orphan's Christmas, as it is called, from assorted migrants from Western Australia, including namely Brendan E., nephew Luke, and![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
funontheupfield. As one who enjoys playing host, I had a thematic natale, being a three-course Italian meal, with antipasto, a parmesan and garlic loaf, salmon with pesto with a tomato sauce, gatto di patate ("cat's potatoes"!) and, of course, a tiramisu, this time with added cherries, all with matched wine; I even printed out menus. It was a pretty good day all up, and people had the opportunity to delve into many matters of conversation. Like many people in Australia at the moment, there was broad agreement around the table on how our Prime Minister took taking an overseas holiday whilst the country was on fire. I've taken the opportunity to pen a few works on the subject, Smoko The Saviour Has Returned!.
The following day we trekked off with Brendan E., to visit our mutual friend Kerrie H., in her new abode, that's very well located in terms of amenities. She's had a bit of a rough year with a shortage of spoons (the metaphor of D&D spell slots is even more appropriate), and our company was appreciated as we helped give the place a bit of a tidy up. Anyway, I get the impression that with new-found employment that they will satisfy at least one part of the triad of happiness, and that they've turned a corner somewhat. Also, they're not far from us now, so we can check-in with greater regularity. A little remiss on our part for not doing so this year.
caseopaya is want to tell me, is work of my own choosing. This is true of course, and I should moderate any levels of stress that come from it, and rather derive satisfaction in the engaging in vita activa, the highest form of human endeavour according to Hannah Arendt, in its own right. In any case, this does mean that I have been writing like a possessed demon the past several days, including throwing away a lot of text that isn't needed for various publications (as Ken Thompson once said, "One of my most productive days was throwing away 1000 lines of code").There was, of course, some Christmas events, primarily an orphan's Christmas, as it is called, from assorted migrants from Western Australia, including namely Brendan E., nephew Luke, and
funontheupfield. As one who enjoys playing host, I had a thematic natale, being a three-course Italian meal, with antipasto, a parmesan and garlic loaf, salmon with pesto with a tomato sauce, gatto di patate ("cat's potatoes"!) and, of course, a tiramisu, this time with added cherries, all with matched wine; I even printed out menus. It was a pretty good day all up, and people had the opportunity to delve into many matters of conversation. Like many people in Australia at the moment, there was broad agreement around the table on how our Prime Minister took taking an overseas holiday whilst the country was on fire. I've taken the opportunity to pen a few works on the subject, Smoko The Saviour Has Returned!.The following day we trekked off with Brendan E., to visit our mutual friend Kerrie H., in her new abode, that's very well located in terms of amenities. She's had a bit of a rough year with a shortage of spoons (the metaphor of D&D spell slots is even more appropriate), and our company was appreciated as we helped give the place a bit of a tidy up. Anyway, I get the impression that with new-found employment that they will satisfy at least one part of the triad of happiness, and that they've turned a corner somewhat. Also, they're not far from us now, so we can check-in with greater regularity. A little remiss on our part for not doing so this year.
