Apres moi, le deluge
Feb. 17th, 2024 07:14 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
flexagonHypercube would have turned 10 last Friday. I've coincidentally learned a new phrase that is meant to encapsulate the nihilistic view that nothing is really going to matter, for you, after you're dead: Après moi, le déluge. More or less: after me, let the floods come. There's a lot that Hypercube doesn't have to worry about anymore.
Anyway, this week went by a bit more normally. I really enjoyed the two plant-based lunches I got delivered from Thistle. Worked on work, worked on taxes. Wednesday was Valentine's Day, which I spent with the bug, and -- although I've been drinking a lot less in general -- I deployed a drink early in the evening to greatly relaxing effect, and then after dinner the bug and I flopped around together in the living room and I read the last four hours' worth of The Ministry for the Future. By this time I'd also bought Private Equity, as an audiobook, which I ripped through because I really identify with the narrator. So: a lot of reading, and writing book reviews, which has been restorative. I tried a little mobile game called A Little to the Left, which is supposed to be relaxing but was in fact stressful thanks to all the ads; okay, not that then.
I'm still waiting to hear about a reorg, and reading about ZIRPs. Probably my whole tech career was indeed a ZIRP; there were tailwinds, I got lucky. Future endeavors may not work so well. I know this, and yet I'm still kind of interested in buying one more condo if I don't quit in the next couple of weeks.
I spent a bunch of time today scheduling a trip to the west coast in late May. It's a complicated trip in which I'll visit in-laws with the bug, then scoop up my own mother and go south with her (on an Amtrak sleeper car) to see Birdie the bio-kid in California. I'm trying to schedule a photographer to get some "three generations of women" photos, since this confluence is likely to be once in a lifetime.
What's French for "while alive, take selfies"?
Anyway, this week went by a bit more normally. I really enjoyed the two plant-based lunches I got delivered from Thistle. Worked on work, worked on taxes. Wednesday was Valentine's Day, which I spent with the bug, and -- although I've been drinking a lot less in general -- I deployed a drink early in the evening to greatly relaxing effect, and then after dinner the bug and I flopped around together in the living room and I read the last four hours' worth of The Ministry for the Future. By this time I'd also bought Private Equity, as an audiobook, which I ripped through because I really identify with the narrator. So: a lot of reading, and writing book reviews, which has been restorative. I tried a little mobile game called A Little to the Left, which is supposed to be relaxing but was in fact stressful thanks to all the ads; okay, not that then.
I'm still waiting to hear about a reorg, and reading about ZIRPs. Probably my whole tech career was indeed a ZIRP; there were tailwinds, I got lucky. Future endeavors may not work so well. I know this, and yet I'm still kind of interested in buying one more condo if I don't quit in the next couple of weeks.
I spent a bunch of time today scheduling a trip to the west coast in late May. It's a complicated trip in which I'll visit in-laws with the bug, then scoop up my own mother and go south with her (on an Amtrak sleeper car) to see Birdie the bio-kid in California. I'm trying to schedule a photographer to get some "three generations of women" photos, since this confluence is likely to be once in a lifetime.
What's French for "while alive, take selfies"?
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Date: 2024-02-18 11:01 pm (UTC)In English I'd go with "Gather ye rosebuds while ye may."
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Date: 2024-02-18 11:52 pm (UTC)(It's the war-language, I can't have the perfect quote-potato.)