Good eeeee-vening
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captainsblogAnd it was- at least compared to how much we stressed during the day.
I had a rare Saturday court appearance. When it ended two hours after we started, we were no closer to resolving the client's problems than we were when we began the journey at roughly 7 the previous morning. I got some much-needed rest after that, and am progressing with some more technical aspects of the case (and a few of the many other cases I'd set aside to focus on this particularly pressing one).
Eleanor, meanwhile, spent five hours outdoors doing some maintenance work at a one-time customer's house (the "one-time" being when she designed and installed outdoor lighting systems on a semi-fulltime basis). She got home not long after I'd recovered from my morning, and I knew there warn't nobody in this house that was gonna cook tonight; so, Chicken Delight not being an option, we settled on ordering out Indian from a longtime favorite of ours in Northtown Plaza.
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Between ordering and pickup, I got in some much-needed cardio (more details on the fitness blog over dere), and my new reading material for the elliptical was a nonfiction piece I heard about on NPR earlier in the week: Passing Strange, the story of an interracial couple from the turn of the 20th century in which the husband was indeed "passing"- but not from black to white but the other way around. As with so many things, it took under three chapters for a Buffalo connection to develop: early in Clarence King's late 19th-century progressive education, he was enrolled in a prepatory school in Connecticut which was run by a "former professor of natural philosophy at the University of Pennsylvania [who] held liberal views about the relationship between science and religion and a keen interest in geology."
His name? Doctor Roswell Park. Locals will instantly recognize that as the name eventually given to the cancer center in our downtown that he went on to found; Wikipedia's entry on him focuses more on his role in the death of President McKinley some years after that.
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During and after the meal, we watched a film Eleanor had Netflixed: 25th Hour, a Spike Lee Joint with Edward Norton, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Brian Cox and Rosario Dawson. It was Lee's post-9/11 panegyric to his city, which, unlike Woody Allen's Manhattan, had both beautiful images of their shared city but also more than its share of criticism of aspects of it:
I really doubt he missed a single one of the Naked City's eight million stories; each and every resident got singled out for just as much abuse. Still, it didn't diminish from the beauty or intensity of the piece, and we really enjoyed watching it.
I had a rare Saturday court appearance. When it ended two hours after we started, we were no closer to resolving the client's problems than we were when we began the journey at roughly 7 the previous morning. I got some much-needed rest after that, and am progressing with some more technical aspects of the case (and a few of the many other cases I'd set aside to focus on this particularly pressing one).
Eleanor, meanwhile, spent five hours outdoors doing some maintenance work at a one-time customer's house (the "one-time" being when she designed and installed outdoor lighting systems on a semi-fulltime basis). She got home not long after I'd recovered from my morning, and I knew there warn't nobody in this house that was gonna cook tonight; so, Chicken Delight not being an option, we settled on ordering out Indian from a longtime favorite of ours in Northtown Plaza.
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Between ordering and pickup, I got in some much-needed cardio (more details on the fitness blog over dere), and my new reading material for the elliptical was a nonfiction piece I heard about on NPR earlier in the week: Passing Strange, the story of an interracial couple from the turn of the 20th century in which the husband was indeed "passing"- but not from black to white but the other way around. As with so many things, it took under three chapters for a Buffalo connection to develop: early in Clarence King's late 19th-century progressive education, he was enrolled in a prepatory school in Connecticut which was run by a "former professor of natural philosophy at the University of Pennsylvania [who] held liberal views about the relationship between science and religion and a keen interest in geology."
His name? Doctor Roswell Park. Locals will instantly recognize that as the name eventually given to the cancer center in our downtown that he went on to found; Wikipedia's entry on him focuses more on his role in the death of President McKinley some years after that.
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During and after the meal, we watched a film Eleanor had Netflixed: 25th Hour, a Spike Lee Joint with Edward Norton, Philip Seymour Hoffman, Brian Cox and Rosario Dawson. It was Lee's post-9/11 panegyric to his city, which, unlike Woody Allen's Manhattan, had both beautiful images of their shared city but also more than its share of criticism of aspects of it:
I really doubt he missed a single one of the Naked City's eight million stories; each and every resident got singled out for just as much abuse. Still, it didn't diminish from the beauty or intensity of the piece, and we really enjoyed watching it.
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Date: 2010-08-23 01:53 pm (UTC)