Time is repetition, a circle. This is obvious. Day and night, the seasons, tell us this. This year was about repetition. Mondays with the same rice bowls, trips between Helsinki and Paris, the rhythms of parenting and work.
I read somewhere that middle age is when firsts happen rarely. Maybe I slept through the night again. Maybe I read again like it was Maybe there was more fall days, where I felt like an old version of myself. Or maybe I just stopped using battle metaphors, and resisted, outwitted, skipped and subverted.
The years too repeat. This is the eleventh time writing this. Here are , , , , , , , , , and Except for the snowy ones, then the playground is closed to the dismay of a Finn. Finnish presidential elections. Toward the end of the month, I was back in Helsinki, balancing meetings and playground planning. Saw Poor Things with M. Every Monday we had a variation of Gyeran Bap. One reflects the other.
A lot of people are getting tired of the huge pool of metaphors that have to do with war and conflict [and] the proliferation of battle metaphors, such as being a warrior, righting, defeating, and so on. Another is to realize that conflict is not the only human response to a situation and to begin to find other metaphors, such as resisting, outwitting, skipping, or subverting.
This kind of consciousness can open the door to all sorts of new behavior. Le Guin. A rainy Sunday afternoon at the Grand Gallery of Evolution , nodding to each other, we should come pack. Multiplayer Mandelbrot , pair with Mandelbrot map. Wrote No. Lovely essays on computer science. Journeys by Stefan Zweig. Zweig is forever my favorite.
