From the preface (dated March 1937) to Star Maker by Olaf Stapledon:
AT a moment when Europe is in danger of a catastrophe worse than that of 1914 a book like this may be condemned as a distraction from the desperately urgent defence of civilization against modern barbarism.The same issue is always present to some degree, although it becomes more pressing when things go very sour.
After the 2016 election I thought about making this more of a political blog or starting another parallel blog. I ended up deciding my energies were better spent on other work. Long story.
There are many ways to respond when much is at stake in politics, some direct and some indirect. Stapledon argues that there is a place for work that is informed by politics if not directly or specifically political. The whole preface to Star Maker is worth reading (see Google Books or Project Gutenberg Australia).
back from a follow‑up exam of the left eye.I don't have much experience pruning plants for the purpose of shaping them. I tend to let them grow as they will, in the spirit of honoring stochasticity.
I have a 20+ year old plant that grows largely downward. For about the past ten years I've had its pot on a shelf near the ceiling of my living room.
The slim thorny branches looked better before they got long enough to reach the floor. The problem wasn't just the form but also that the plant seems overextended. Stems once lush with leaves are now rather spare. I'd rather have a plant that at least looks like it's thriving—so what to do?
Putting it in a larger pot seemed untenable. Starting over (this species is easily cultivated from cuttings) is not my first choice. I decided on pruning much of it away. A friend (who does have a fair amount of experience with plants) told me to prune it in stages. "No," I said, "I'm going to prune the daylights out of it."
Today was pruning day. Now comes waiting to see whether fewer, shorter branches in fact leaf out better.
bunny mammal tracks in the snow.
jackrabbit, this afternoon.Around 30 years ago, a friend got a gig interpreting for a Japanese writer who'd come to the USA to interview William S. Burroughs. My friend told Burroughs he'd always liked the author's idiosyncratic use of the phrase "subject to", e.g. (from Junky):
Junkies run on junk time and junk metabolism. They are subject to junk climate. They are warmed and chilled by junk.Burroughs gave my friend a photo signed with a note that he worked "subject to" into.
Seeing this sign today reminded me of Burroughs: It makes me wish it were a trend, with "subject to" appearing in signs where it's normally implicit, e.g.:
We had an ice storm.Something went wrong with my left eye starting on December 31. Flashes of light around the edges of the visual field, and a barrage of new floaters the next day. The web told me these are symptoms of posterior vitreous detachment, in most cases no big deal but get it examined right away to make sure the retina isn't torn as well. Right away in this case came on January 3, the first day I could find an eye doctor's office open. How cool of my eye to pick Saturday of a holiday weekend to disintegrate.
Eye doctors have the best equipment. Their waiting rooms are always full, because who wouldn't want to rest their head on a fine Swiss microscope.
If only all age-related deterioration were this benign. My eye is OK, no treatment is needed. I've got more floaters but they're more entertaining than annoying. They come and go and usually aren't obtrusive. I'd show you, but my visual cortex doesn't have a print screen button. It's like a snow dome except with cooler shapes that aren't as numerous nor as opaque.