Δαφνη Ευτυχια Αρθουρος

From the Quotation of the day mailing list, 2005-04-28:

"The truth? My foot! What are we, a bunch of goddamned philosophers or something? We make truths, Obersturmfuhrer Rutkowski! We don't learn them, we make them! That's a creative endeavor, not an investigative one. We're artists, my dear sir.... I'd say poets." -- Borislav Pekic, from his novel How to Quiet a Vampire. The character Steinbrecher, a policeman, is explaining the nature of police investigations.

A question in email this morning reminded me that it's been long enough since I (or most of the other people I see using the 'spoons' metaphor casually) included a link back to the essay it refers to, leaving it a bit opaque to folks who started seeing it after most of us got out of the habit of footnoting it.

Yesterday's gig got off to a less than ideal start but turned out well. I got a later start than planned, ran into traffic, wasn't feeling well, and broke a nail before we even started playing; the sky threatened (but fortunately did not deliver) rain, and there was a lot of wind. But apart from some finger-clumsiness on a couple of tunes, the gig went well once we started, attracting smiles, cameras, etc. And I got to try a strange/yummy dish labelled "peanut pineapple stew" but closer to a cold loaf than what I think of as a stew. I'm not sure what all else was in it, but it was also labelled vegan. I wasn't completely out of spoons when I drove home, but I was pretty tired and still fighting the edge-of-migraine that had been troubling me all afternoon. Got home and rested so as to try not to jinx today's plans.

As for today, the jury's still out. I'm feeling better than most of the past couple weeks, but still not great; I didn't sleep well or long enough (first a dream that had something to do with CSI at Hogwarts woke me, then a little later pain woke me again.

Hmm. In light of the wispy remembered fragments of that dream, maybe it's time for me to reread the Lord Darcy books.

Someday I will get the hang of making omelettes instead of omelette-oid frittata things. When that day comes, I will probably still continue to make frittatas most of the time, but I'll have the option of making an omelette instead once in a while for a change of pace or when I want to use a filling that's better with the omelette folded around it than stirred right into the egginess. Someday I'll manage to make it work.

Migraine. Not at "kill me now" level, but definitely a notch past "where'd my day go?" and well into expletives-required. Felt most of the signs except severe pain yesterday, thought I'd fended it off, was feeling better last night; it came back and bit me hard today.

The analgesics + caffeine combo isn't doing the trick.

Bad timing.

Do migraines come with a side order of hallucinations now? 'Cause I could swear I just heard a rendition of "Take A Walk On The Wild Side" in a language I couldn't recognize. At least it sounded like it was coming from direction of a radio that was switched on, so I dunno, maybe it was real. The "doot-do-doot"s had long-'a' sounds in them and the consonants seemed to be in the wrong places.