THE DAY
As in Super Bowl, which should not be confused with the day.
Was it an okay day? Sure. Spent more time doing things with the husband than actually working, which–though I like him–isn’t my first choice. I know that came out wrong, but I think that family, like everything else, has to be parsed: you don’t want to spend TOO much time with family because familiarity breeds contempt. But you don’t want to spend too little because, what the heck, I doubt seriously that–when I’m 90–I’ll be pissed by not having worked harder. I work plenty hard and most of the time.
Still…
Whatever. It really is okay. We went for a walk this morning; spent time on the taxes this afternoon; and now it’s the Super Bowl. To be honest, I don’t REALLY care? But I would really like Peyton Manning to win and leave the game with his body relatively intact. I mean, let’s face it: this is his last game. Period.
Anyway, I did write (and kill words). Not tons either way, but some is better than nothing.
Part of me is quite happy that the work week begins tomorrow. A little bit of peace and quiet here.
WRITING OUT LOUD
Dark Side of the Moon
Day 1: 4326 Day 11: 2500 Day 21: 1800 Day 31: 745
Day 2: 2085 Day 12: 500 Day 22: 0 Day 32: 0
Day 3: 3011 Day 13: 1000 Day 23: 2700 Day 33: 4000
Day 4: 2652. Day 14: 3700 Day 24: 3500 Day 34: 2800
Day 5: 3210 Day 15: 5630 Day 25: 1500 Day 35: 4500
Day 6: 3450 Day 16: 1060 Day 26: 0 Day 36: 4800
Day 7: 0 Day 17: 130 Day 27: 0 Day 37: 0
Day 8: 2756 Day 18: 0 Day 28: 380 Day 38: 450
Day 9: 4580 Day 19: 3000 Day 29: 390 Day 39: 1000
Day 10: 2670 Day 20: 2600 Day 30: 380 Day 40: 2500
Day 41: 2600 Day 51: 1000 Day 63: 4800
*Day 42: 830 Day 52: 1600 Day 64: 3300
Day 43: 3600 Day 53: 2600 Day 65: 2500
Day 44: 5000 Day 54: 3600 Day 66: 1200 (edit)
Day 45: 2600 Day 55: 3200 Day 67: 1000 (edit)
Day 46: 3000 Day 56: 4000
Day 47: 2800 Day 57: 1200
Day 48: 2500 Day 58-60: 0
Day 49: 1000 Day 61: 3500
Day 50: 4600 Day 62: 3000
Blog Post: 600
***
What I’m Watching:
The Blacklist; not a bad episode. Then went to Worricker for a time.
***
What I’m Reading:
Operation Paperclip; The Pentagon’s Brain; and various articles (and here’s what fascinating: with only one exception, they parrot one another, and they all offer up the same story as some kind of . . . insurance? Antidote to censure? It’s hard to tease apart. But almost everyone mentions that, oh, von Braun spent time in prison, too. Well..not for long and for something very inconsequential: the guy engaged in “loose talk” at a party, got arrested by the Gestapo, and then was released after Dornenberger vouched for him. Well…okay. And so? Look, the guy was a Nazi. He was an SS member; he wasn’t coerced. He got the Knight’s Cross that he didn’t have to wear but did. The guy was bright and an opportunist. I can see why he’s a hero here. Huntsville was a little nothing town before his team of engineers arrived (and they were the booby prize for Sparkman). I can understand that everyone decided to just look the other way. What is interesting is that, near the end of his life, questions were raised; the guy would’ve been the head of ARPA if not for a) his Nazi past and b) his coworkers’ Nazi past. Too many uncomfortable questions to have to answer. If von Braun was anyone else, he’d have ended up in Nuremberg. (One of his number sort of did; he was expatriated back to Hamburg in the early 70s, I think. A very telling comment by someone, and I paraphrase, but the gist was that if the guy hadn’t left Huntsville, he’d never have been sent back to Germany because Huntsville would’ve protected him: http://articles.chicagotribune.com/1985-09-24/news/8503040850_1_rudolph-case-von-braun-nazi-rocket-factory.)
Oh, and Werner von Braun: Dreamer of Space, Engineer of War by Michael Neufeld.
***
What I’m Listening to:
Rocket Boys by Homer Hickam, but only for a few minutes. Just too busy thinking.
