CWs: work, mental health-adjacent, tea mention

Well, here we are. Barely into the week. It’s already been a busy one. I took Friday off, so it’s a short week, but there’s a lot to do before we get there. And I have a training on Thursday that will be most of the day. I signed up for it months ago and I’m looking forward to it, though, so it will be great. The training is on how to practice good self-care and avoid burnout, which is something I very much need for my job and life.

CWs: food, work, us politics (oblique trump/musk mention)

τὸ γενεθλιακόν (sc. θέμα) (to genethliakon thema), “birth-chart, nativity”

It’s my birthday week. I don’t really celebrate a “birthday week” per se, but just giving that as a temporal marker. Except my birthday is a boring weekday this year, so we are celebrating tomorrow with friends, and then we are doing something fun next week as well. It’s been an incredibly busy week; I was on phones for two days, for example. However, phones were thankfully calmer than usual; steady, but not overwhelming. Most people were pretty nice.

We’re slouching towards summer now, it’s approaching too quickly for my taste. I’m tired after a long week (“they’re all long weeks” yep). It was lovely and gloomy today and cold, a nice Oregon-style day. We don’t get many of those here, as it’s sunny most of the year, even in the depths of winter with snow and ice. Supposed to be sunny and warmer this weekend, which is fine.

CWs: weird dreams (animal death, gore), food, mental health

I find nights and weekends to be “air pockets,” shelters from the storms of everyday life. I remember pretty vividly the first time I learned of the concept of an “air pocket.” In the early levels of the NES game Tiny Toon Adventures, there were some watery parts of the levels, and some sections were “air pockets” where you could find items or hide briefly from enemies in the water below. I’ve said this a lot, and it will continue to be a perennial phrase I drag out: “it was a long week.” My colleague in grad school said “you say that every week.” But it’s true. Every week is a long week. The weirdness of the world at large, and a stressful and intellectually and emotionally demanding job, coalesce into weird, long weeks. And it’s OK. It is all worth it. I love it, despite the stress and weirdness. But at the same time, then I safeguard and consecrate my free time away from at least the work side of things.

CWs: physical health, work, food, alcohol

Today is 11 April 2025, or, as the Romans would say, a.d. III idus Apriles (i.e., “3 days before the Ides of April”). The Romans counted inclusively, so we’re including today in that count (Friday, Saturday, Sunday). I kinda enjoy the Julian dates, and had to teach myself them for translating 17th-century Latin letters, where they were often still using Julian, rather than Gregorian, dates. Hence you’ll often see “S.V.” (stylo vetere), “Old Style,” and “S.N.” (stylo nouo), “New Style,” for dates. IIRC, the dates are about 10 days off, so you’ll often see dates like 11/21 Oct. 1650, the first date being Julian and the second being Gregorian. Apparently there was quite a bit of variation, however.

CWs: mental health, oblique politics

Well, here we are, a couple of weeks into Spring proper (at least in the Northern hemisphere). Yesterday we had light snow and rain most of the day, and today there was a decent amount of light snow, but as is the case with most spring snow, a few hours later it’s like it never happened. I’m OK with that. I love the winter but I’ve had enough snow over the past few months, and I’d like it to stay cold for a little while longer before we get into the ardor of summer.

CWs: impostor syndrome, work

I was thinking about the phrase “onward and upward” just now and wondered how that would work in Latin. Well, prorsum sursumque (“straight on and upward”) is probably the closest to that phrase. It’s a little trite but also perennially apt, the idea of moving on and leaving unpleasantry behind as well as one can. So it’s OK.

This has been a very long week, or at least has felt that way. I was on phones two days last week, then Monday, which is always emotionally exhausting, although most people were friendly, thankfully. And the past couple of days have been very busy as well, but I feel like I rocked Tuesday and today somehow, which is encouraging. I often have the worst bouts of impostor syndrome in my job, but days like yesterday and today make me feel good about myself and that I’m doing OK. And we’re halfway through the week, and the next couple of days will be pretty calm, as far as I know. And hopefully a calm weekend. My spouse has to work on Saturday, so I’ll be working on getting more Latin done for much of that day, but that’s OK. Maybe we’ll have a calm Sunday.

CWs: social media, politics, trump, racism & bigotry mentions

I’ve been thinking about this ever since my friend posted this on their blog recently. The only social media I have currently is Mastodon and LinkedIn (no, I am not linking that here, sorry), at least in terms of websites. I have a Discord account, but it’s not something I really publicize. Like many others, I used to have more social media, though. I had MySpace back in the day, yep, for many years, until it died its slow death and I fled elsewhere. I received a Facebook invite in 2004-05 sometime and took right to it. First found friends at my school, before it had opened up to everyone and literally their dog, and sure, built-in friends. I would give out my FB willy-nilly, because why not? It’s where everyone seemed to be, for many, many years. When I was on the tenure-track job market, I even had Twitter for a year or two, from probably 2014-16, before I gave up on that entirely.

“Love is a cunning weaver of fantasies and fables” -Sappho

I cannot for the life of me find the original for this “quote.” I found the quote on a list of quotes about “fantasy,” but I’ve looked at numerous translations and this is either an outright fabrication or a very loose translation. I don’t know Sappho’s corpus very well, so it could be operator error, but I liked the quote regardless.

I don’t know about you, but growing up in Oregon, we never went “to the beach,” but we were always going to the coast. I wonder if that’s a uniquely Oregonian thing. I honestly don’t know.

I like the word “coast” a lot. When I was growing up, I remember “Coast to Coast” hardware being a thing (I think it was a chain). We also talk of one “coasting” in a car, or a bike, as they let gravity kick in and don’t accelerate down a hill or whatever. I just looked it up, and “coast” in this sense has the root idea of travelling along the coast, but is a more figurative meaning.