September 25th, 2007

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Falling behind

I can see where the two biggest problems of this LiveJournal experiment will be:

1) Finding time to update
2) Finding time to keep up with Friends' updates.  I am honored to know that you all think I'm worth keeping track of, but Jaysus, we're a talkative lot!

Doings over the weekend: working the Jousting Championships at Angels Camp.  We were there essentially to serve as cheerleaders for our assigned kaniggets.  OK, anyone who doesn't enjoy cheering for the Black Knight just isn't a Python fan (he won, BTW), but if I'm going to spend my money and blow a weekend being a cheerleader, I want wages.  it would also be nice if the OTHER friggin' groups showed up to do their part of the load.  I don't know who was supposed to be rooting for the Red, Silver, or Purple, but they were AWOL all weekend. 

Kate strained her ankle Friday night, was stuck in the camp all Saturday and most of Sunday.  The fairgrounds don't look hilly, but one hill, done fifteen or twenty times in one day, is just as exhausting as fifteen or twenty individual hills.   We're too old to den down in Actors Camp or such, so Kate got us a hotel room off in Sonora. where we could put our napalmed feet up.

SEIU Union is picketing the various tall buildings here on Market Street.  Two solid days of marchers, chants, drums, airhorns.  I'm all in favor of decent pay and benefits, but I wonder if these people understand that the people who make the decisions on such things aren't anywhere near here, and all they're doind is giving their fellow drones headaches?

Still plugging away at the compiler build.  Beginning to find places where the builds fail because of mistakes in the scripts themselves, so I must be learning something.
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But to Hell will I go

Found a passage that I read thirty years ago and more, from 13th century French literature, that I have been searching for off and on for years. 

`What have I to do with Paradise? I seek not to enter there, unless to be with Nicolete my most sweet friend, whom I love so much. For none go to Paradise, except only these. Those old priests go there, and old cripples, and maimed wretches, who grovel all day and all night before those altars and in those old crypts; and folk clothed in old threadbare clocks, and old rags and tatters, who are naked and barefoot and full of sores, who die of hunger and thirst and cold and misery. They go to Paradise. With them I have nothing to do, but to Hell will I go. For to Hell go the fine clerks and the fine knights, who have died in tourneys and in great wars, and the brave soldiers and the noble men. With those I will go. And there too go the fair and gracious ladies who have two or three friends besides their lord; and there go the gold and the silver, and the vair and the grey of fur, and there too go harpers and minstrels and kings of the world. With those will I go, if only I have Nicolete, my most sweet friend, with me'.

- from Aucassin et Nicolete