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Impulse shopping
Sep. 1st, 2004 08:26 pmFrom PC Market (yay for getting paid): three big, beautiful peaches, a couple of plums, a gravenstein apple, some cherry cola juice spritzers, Renaissance magazine, and this:
Renaissance, the Ren Faire magazine, reached new heights in gruesome covers today: some sort of medieval brain surgery, apparently. This caught the clerk's eye, as did the boldly announced issue theme, "Madness, The Plague, & Amputations in the Middle Ages." She told me about having done a presentation in school on the plague, and how the doctors thought their huge waxed cloaks were protecting them for some reason, but really it was because they weren't hospitable to the fleas. "Makes you wonder what we're doing today that we don't know the real reason why it works," she added, to which I commented on having seen Star Trek IV this week, the one in which McCoy visits a modern-day San Francisco hospital and is utterly appalled. (This qualifies as an "Only in Eugene," having a supermarket clerk offer commentary on medieval medicine; even in Berkeley the supermarket clerks just wouldn't know.)
By the way, so much for yesterday's cloud idylls -- today my boss asked me to write the cost analysis section for a grant proposal going in on Sept. 10th. This gives me less than a week (and note the holiday weekend!) in which to make sense of an entire 25-page single-spaced grant proposal, come up to speed on the cost literature in a new field, figure out what's been done up to this point, and write something that pleases an economist I haven't yet met. And I'd been determined to get the draft of the IRT paper done this week, too. Hmm.
Renaissance, the Ren Faire magazine, reached new heights in gruesome covers today: some sort of medieval brain surgery, apparently. This caught the clerk's eye, as did the boldly announced issue theme, "Madness, The Plague, & Amputations in the Middle Ages." She told me about having done a presentation in school on the plague, and how the doctors thought their huge waxed cloaks were protecting them for some reason, but really it was because they weren't hospitable to the fleas. "Makes you wonder what we're doing today that we don't know the real reason why it works," she added, to which I commented on having seen Star Trek IV this week, the one in which McCoy visits a modern-day San Francisco hospital and is utterly appalled. (This qualifies as an "Only in Eugene," having a supermarket clerk offer commentary on medieval medicine; even in Berkeley the supermarket clerks just wouldn't know.)
By the way, so much for yesterday's cloud idylls -- today my boss asked me to write the cost analysis section for a grant proposal going in on Sept. 10th. This gives me less than a week (and note the holiday weekend!) in which to make sense of an entire 25-page single-spaced grant proposal, come up to speed on the cost literature in a new field, figure out what's been done up to this point, and write something that pleases an economist I haven't yet met. And I'd been determined to get the draft of the IRT paper done this week, too. Hmm.