By the Numbers
To those of you who attach paranormal significance to numbers: Don't read this ...
114
I refer to the 114th page of the new biography of the Beatles I'm reading, in which the name George Harrison is first mentioned. I can understand a bit of a lag with Ringo, but 114 pages to get to George? Very much part and parcel of my complaints about long biographies. That said, I'm enjoying it quite a bit. So maybe I should just shut up.
I'm listening to George's What Is Life? as I type.
375
This is some weeks ago: I'm waiting around for a cab to take me to the train station and I decide to eat an orange as a way of making the time go faster. I finish the first half (I eat my oranges by cutting them in half and then pressing my face into them) and the cab comes. I jump up, rush out the door, catch the train, etc.
Upon my return I find the other half of the orange still sitting atop a magazine on my coffee table. Because I'm an idiosyncratic housekeeper, I just leave it there. I mean, it's not hurting anybody. And so now it's been two or so weeks and it's amazing how well the orange is still hanging in there. I had expected an opportunistic fungal infection or two. Instead, the edge of my orange, due to shrinking, has formed a wonderful sort of curved ridge around the cut line. It reminds me very much of the rear spoiler of a Ferrari 375 GTB four-cam ...
... which is one of the most beautiful cars in the world. Even dressed in silver, like a Mercedes.
45
There are 45 days til the beginning of the next season of Game of Thrones. And speaking of HBO, I just finished binge watching the second season of The Newsroom. Which was not only outstanding but also only 9 episodes long. Which made the binge-ing seem pretty mellow compared to, says, watching all of Breaking Bad over a six week period.
I liked Season 2 much better than Season 1, and was interested to note that Season 3 will be, by design, the last. I admire the idea of getting in and out with dignity.
114
I refer to the 114th page of the new biography of the Beatles I'm reading, in which the name George Harrison is first mentioned. I can understand a bit of a lag with Ringo, but 114 pages to get to George? Very much part and parcel of my complaints about long biographies. That said, I'm enjoying it quite a bit. So maybe I should just shut up.
I'm listening to George's What Is Life? as I type.
375
This is some weeks ago: I'm waiting around for a cab to take me to the train station and I decide to eat an orange as a way of making the time go faster. I finish the first half (I eat my oranges by cutting them in half and then pressing my face into them) and the cab comes. I jump up, rush out the door, catch the train, etc.
Upon my return I find the other half of the orange still sitting atop a magazine on my coffee table. Because I'm an idiosyncratic housekeeper, I just leave it there. I mean, it's not hurting anybody. And so now it's been two or so weeks and it's amazing how well the orange is still hanging in there. I had expected an opportunistic fungal infection or two. Instead, the edge of my orange, due to shrinking, has formed a wonderful sort of curved ridge around the cut line. It reminds me very much of the rear spoiler of a Ferrari 375 GTB four-cam ...
45
There are 45 days til the beginning of the next season of Game of Thrones. And speaking of HBO, I just finished binge watching the second season of The Newsroom. Which was not only outstanding but also only 9 episodes long. Which made the binge-ing seem pretty mellow compared to, says, watching all of Breaking Bad over a six week period.
I liked Season 2 much better than Season 1, and was interested to note that Season 3 will be, by design, the last. I admire the idea of getting in and out with dignity.
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