Thursday, September 8, 2016

Life As I Know It

Diorama of an underground salt mine (the Kopalnia Soli „Wieliczka” in southern Poland) at the Deutsches Museum. (Source)
So, I've been back at work (shown above, not really) for two days. As you read this, it's the third day (or maybe I've been back at work for weeks now and you're just reading this, anything is possible through time travel, don't get me started) and so far, so good. Yes, I'm sore at night but that would be the case even if I were still convalescing at home. Besides which, if I was home I would probably be more sedentary and prone to consume beverages made from hops and barley. Not that that's necessarily a bad thing per se. (Yes, I love using that little bit of Latin. Makes me sound all erudite and edumacated don't you think?)

But at work I will get up and walk about the building just to stretch and get the kinks out.

Not those Kinks, but I digress.

Being back at work certainly is different from laying around the manse and doing whatever I want (within those bounds set by The Missus Herself, which are not particularly onerous). But the doc says that the more I walk, the quicker I'll heal. I have to take his word for it, I mean he's a medical doctor. He's what ya might call an expert.

So I sit and code, then I walk, then I sit and code some more.

Gee, life is so exciting innit?

(Well, I did have an excellent meal of Thai green curry Wednesday night. So I've got that going for me. I whine, but in reality, I'm living the high life. Really.)

And just because I can... (as Glenn might put it)

Here's Cogadh no Sìth (War or Peace), a tune for the great highland bagpipe and a fine example of ceòl mòr (great music), one of my favorite pìobaireachd (piping) tunes. Played by Piper Kenneth MacKay of the 79th Cameron Highlanders at Waterloo during the French cavalry charges. Piper MacKay, mind you, played outside of the Camerons' square! (Have I told the story of the time I got drunk with a few of the pipers from the Black Watch? It was in Belgium, back in the day...)

Mr. Lee does great justice to this. (Read more here.)

(Sebastian, you might want to go outside first...
Buck, cover your ears.)


  1. Gives me the goosebumps. The thought of coding, that is. :)

    The pipes do too.

    I will be killed in the war
    Or hanged in the peace

    Lots of food for thought there in 2016.

    1. I'm desperately trying to stay away from writing about politics and to avoid BWI.

      It's hard.

    2. Well, as long as you've got The Kinks to fall back on you'll be okay. That's a cool diorama btw.

    3. It's where I drink champagne and it tastes just like cherry cola...


  2. I takes real imagination to BWI without it bleeding over into the post.
    If one starts by remembering what one is grateful for [yeah, yeah, bad preposition positioning], it becomes much simpler. (note - simpler does not mean easier)

    The hard part of BWI is I remember all of those words I learned at boot camp and on the pier.
    Then I want to use them.
    I can use @$$#o|3 because I learned it from my brother in the third grade.
    Sadly I taught it to my son almost before he was potty trained.

    1. I hear ya.

      As to the poor preposition placement, I'm not sure if that is something I can up with put. (Courtesy of Sir Winston.)

  3. Looks like that salt mine is a nifty temperature controlled climate.

    1. Well, who knows what it was really like as that's just a model. Looks far too well-lit as well.

  4. "He's what ya might call an expert."

    Back when I was a USAF Survival Instructor, we defined expert thusly: ex is Latin for out of or from and a spirt is a drip under pressure. We never claimed to be experts.

    Paul L. Quandt

    1. I think I've heard that definition before. My favorite definition of expert is "someone who knows the same stuff as you, but they're from out of town."

      Kind of like the "pros from Dover" in the movie M.A.S.H.


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