Inspired, Today, Last Friday of October 2010

Self just returned from the library.  She decided to check out a book by Orlando Figes called Natasha’s Dance:  A Cultural History of Russia.  OMG, it weighs a ton, and is nearly 700 pages long!  She decides to bring it to Manila.  It will nicely fill up her suitcase and will balance out all those boxes of See’s chocolates she is bringing home for family and friends.

Self mailing out a couple of things today.  She is inspired!  These things tend to go in cycles:  there are months when she can’t be bothered, and then there are days like today when she seems to want to plaster her words all over the universe.  Whether or not anything will stick …

Wasn’t last night’s Giants game fun?

This morning, looking at her new messages, she finds information on an exceedingly interesting event at Stanford.  Here are particulars:

The Clayman Institute for Gender Research at Stanford University announces

The Stanford Food Summit

WHEN:    Wednesday, 3 November 2010

8 a.m. to 5 p.m.

Arrillaga Alumni Center

Description:   An unprecedented gathering of Stanford experts on food-related issues from across all of the University’s seven schools will provide a catalyst for generating solutions to some of the nation’s and the planet’s most challenging and important crises, including:

  • the national health crisis
  • the climate crisis
  • outdated national food policies
  • the hidden toll of industrial food production

and much more

Click for more information.

Stay tuned!

Painful

Oh, the absurdity.  The Giants are not known for their hitting.

Tonight’s game was actually painful.  How painful?

At one point in the 8th inning, self started to root for the Texas Rangers.

“Come on!” she found herself yelling at the screen.  “Just score one run.  Can’t you score just one run?”

Until that inning, the Texas Rangers pitcher had somehow managed to hold the Giants lead down to 2.

Then, with two out in the inning, the Rangers pitcher was pulled because he had developed a blister.

After that, one Giant after another hit.

And hit.

And hit.

To the point where watching became agony.  Absolute agony.

Self, looking at the Rangers pitchers’ faces, knew they were in hell.  There is absolutely nothing more excruciating than watching the self-immolation of a much-touted team.

Pitcher after pitcher came to the mound.  Someone threw 11 straight balls.  The Giants walked in one run, then another, and yet another.

Self found herself saying such things as:  “Will this inning never end?”

Self is now rooting for the Rangers.  Please.  She wants them to win at least one game.  So that the season will not be over.  Not, anyway, so soon.

Stay tuned.

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