November 23rd, 2010

Interesting words

"With young girls Nature seems to have had in view what, in the language of the drama, is called a striking effect; as for a few years she dowers them with a wealth of beauty and is lavish in her gift of charm, at the expense of all the rest of their lives; so that during those years they may capture the fancy of some man to such a degree that he is hurried away into undertaking the honorable care of them, as long as they live, a step for which there would not seem to be any sufficient warrant if only reason directed man's thoughts. Here, as elsewhere, Nature proceeds with her usual economy; for just as the female ant, after fecundation, loses her wings, which are then superfluous, so, after giving birth to one or two children, a woman generally loses her beauty. If the object which inspires men today to write madrigals and sonnets had been born eighteen years earlier, it would scarcely have won a glance from them. Instead of calling them beautiful there would be more warrant for calling women the unesthetic sex. Neither for music, nor for poetry, nor for the fine arts, have they really and truly any sense of susceptibility; it is a mere mockery if they make a pretense of it in order to assist their endeavor to please. They are incapable of taking a purely objective interest in anything. The most distinguished intellects among the whole sex have never managed to produce a single achievement in the fine arts that is genuine or original; or given to the world any work of permanent value in any sphere. When the laws gave women equal rights with men, they ought also to to have endowed them with masculine intellects."
Arthur Schopenhauer

151 - Gary, shovel it

My permanent memory of my dad's voice is of his saying, "Gary, shovel it." And then going out to the sidewalk and shoveling up a foot or so of snow, Wisconsin style. I just heard it as I was outside clearing the car windows and shoveling paths to the back, then shoveling the front sidewalks. I don't care for the sound of a plastic shovel, but its lightness is nice. We just don't have good old midwestern shovels out here. But I did my duty and got paths both down to the sidewalk and along the front of the house. The temperature is 25 degrees, so it would be a nice winter day in Eau Claire. Out here it is pretty bitter cold. It was amusing watching the endless cars stuck on the freeway or sliding on the streets. And interacting on facebook with all my friends in various states of snowboundness. One city bus was stuck stock still for twelve hours. Many people had tales of sitting in cars for five to eight hours. Pictures of the freeway were a sight to behold. Here, at the end of the evening, we had a fresh full four inches on our back deck. We had removed the first three inches or so, and that computes to a solid seven inches, I would say.

Not yet Thanksgiving, but winter in Seattle.