He danced on half-naked. His heavy breasts shook with each maneuver and his bare back shimmered like pale bacon in the spotlight.
Sándor Márai, The Rebels
Mon 7:01 PM
Courant lib; back windows over Mercer
I'm back in the library with piles to do before I
rest, but I had far more than my fair share of rest and
delightful relaxation over the past 4 days, accompanied with my
favorite crossword co-conspirator and musical accomplice, and I am
anticipating the next month to not be so menacing with the
prospect of being around him more often as a reward; we may only
now really be considering what it might be like in the future,
if by some stroke of good luck or bad, we are offered the
chance to do what it is we most would like to in this world.
Geography is a tricky business for any career, and I suppose we
are on a good path, though it seems harrowing right now, and
there is a potential for more distress and more challenging
decisions in the future. Mostly it's killing right now that so
much is so unpredictable. Like my MIND. It's more what
opportunities might come our way than what decisions we'll
make, though there's a lot to be said for fanagling your
opportunities. (dirty!)
Off to get nutrients as quickly as possible and come back to all my data analysis. I've got 8 machines running learning algorithms and none has finished a task in the last 15 minutes. Maybe I'll wait until this batch starts concluding and start up another before I go eat eat eat some noodles.