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.