Saturday at Moe’s I found a recent reprint of the great Monier-Williams dictionary of Sanskrit (1899) for $35, about a quarter of what I had expected to pay someday for it. Whee. I find, by the way, that Indian printing has much improved since the Seventies.
*sigh* It’s no fun trying to track down spammers anymore. A large fraction of them use cn.net, which ignores my mail, and/or xo.net, which explicitly rejects it!
Thursday was the first time, since I started getting up in the dark, that the sky was clear enough that I might see a sunrise. Well, sorta: I was in motion when I first saw the sun that day – popping out from the shoulder of a hill. Does that count??
Friday evening: possibly a new best for me: I did the NYT crossword between Lake Merritt and Montgomery station. (Except for one letter. I know neither the name of a Japanese baseball pitcher nor that of a steelworkers union boss in 196x-7x.)
Later: Eventually I noticed that I wrote the above on Thursday. (I didn’t go to the City on Friday.) I thought we’d gone over to Daylight Saving Week, you see.
And then there’s the spammer who goes to such lengths to cover its tracks that Netscape can’t parse its silly links. Is it zaam.net, goopt.net, or something else again?
I’ve just been invited to join Amazing Grace Tract Fellowship on InJesus.com.
We provide Chick tracts and other materials to Evangelical Christian Missionaries worldwide.
Is this someone’s twisted joke, or was my address harvested because I mentioned Chick last month?