Now that I've got that whole quote as the sort of meat I'd want to dine on, I think indeed I should read that book.
As far as that BioLite stove? You don't realize the diabolical thoroughness with which they've ensured all means of survival are denied us. That would likely invalidate my lease; the "fire safety" system here includes not …
Now that I've got that whole quote as the sort of meat I'd want to dine on, I think indeed I should read that book.
As far as that BioLite stove? You don't realize the diabolical thoroughness with which they've ensured all means of survival are denied us. That would likely invalidate my lease; the "fire safety" system here includes not only fire alarms but sprinklers not only in every room, but in my clothes closets too, and since I've lived here, tenants have set off the system three times and flooded not only their own apts. but the entire line beneath them, and the hallways on each floor had to have the walls pulled off so the interiors could dry out. I've been extremely extremely relieved none of them lived above me.
But I'm sure gonna recommend it to relations and friends who'll really be able to benefit from it.
If I'd never spoken with you before, I'd answered "Pull the other one, it plays Judas Priest", but seeing as such insanity-safety (insafety? safeanity?) is de jure, de facto and de rigeur here too I'll just cry a little into my bowl of filmjölk and rhubarb mush (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filmjölk).
Nietzsche is good fun, often deceptively easy to read. "Also Spracht Zarathustra" is a real head-trip; first time I read it, it felt as if I had been trying to track all the ants running hither and yon on top of an anthill, using only my eyes.
Another good one, sadly often passed over nowadays, is Alfred Jules Ayer and his "Language, Truth, and Logic". To quote wikipedia, " Language, Truth and Logic brought some of the ideas of the Vienna Circle and the logical empiricists to the attention of the English-speaking world." Since it's from 1936, it should be available online for free, legally, somewhere.
I am late to realize I should be creating an archive of your remarks.
First month I was in this apt., in the dead of winter, the bulb in my floor lamp imploded. Black singed glass and a lovely plume of smoke, and I ran around opening every window (world-record speed if only it had been recorded) and hoped I had enough credits on the good-deed side.
I had bought myself a lovely little toaster oven, since it seemed to me if everything was electric I might as well have a small appliance as well as the regular stove, and every time I made toast, the sprinkler head in the kitchen began winking ominously. So I now make bad toast in the regular oven and count myself lucky to be able to eat some even in a degraded form. For obvious reasons I have not attempted to make toast using the broil function of my oven.
You must understand that the geniuses who designed this building made an open-plan galley kitchen (of decent size I concede), dining room and living room. The windows are at the far end of the living room. There are no windows, or outside-vented exhaust, in the kitchen. Just one of those little exhaust-fan thingies with a filter leading nowhere, underneath the microwave (instrument of the devil!) affixed above the stove.
Now, the 2 bathrooms, on the same axis (I guess that's how one would say it) as the kitchen, i.e. one to the left of the dining room, and the other abutting the other side of the pantry wall) each have outside-vented exhaust fans. But the genius architect didn't think one in the kitchen was necessary?
Now that I've got that whole quote as the sort of meat I'd want to dine on, I think indeed I should read that book.
As far as that BioLite stove? You don't realize the diabolical thoroughness with which they've ensured all means of survival are denied us. That would likely invalidate my lease; the "fire safety" system here includes not only fire alarms but sprinklers not only in every room, but in my clothes closets too, and since I've lived here, tenants have set off the system three times and flooded not only their own apts. but the entire line beneath them, and the hallways on each floor had to have the walls pulled off so the interiors could dry out. I've been extremely extremely relieved none of them lived above me.
But I'm sure gonna recommend it to relations and friends who'll really be able to benefit from it.
If I'd never spoken with you before, I'd answered "Pull the other one, it plays Judas Priest", but seeing as such insanity-safety (insafety? safeanity?) is de jure, de facto and de rigeur here too I'll just cry a little into my bowl of filmjölk and rhubarb mush (https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Filmjölk).
Nietzsche is good fun, often deceptively easy to read. "Also Spracht Zarathustra" is a real head-trip; first time I read it, it felt as if I had been trying to track all the ants running hither and yon on top of an anthill, using only my eyes.
Another good one, sadly often passed over nowadays, is Alfred Jules Ayer and his "Language, Truth, and Logic". To quote wikipedia, " Language, Truth and Logic brought some of the ideas of the Vienna Circle and the logical empiricists to the attention of the English-speaking world." Since it's from 1936, it should be available online for free, legally, somewhere.
I am late to realize I should be creating an archive of your remarks.
First month I was in this apt., in the dead of winter, the bulb in my floor lamp imploded. Black singed glass and a lovely plume of smoke, and I ran around opening every window (world-record speed if only it had been recorded) and hoped I had enough credits on the good-deed side.
I had bought myself a lovely little toaster oven, since it seemed to me if everything was electric I might as well have a small appliance as well as the regular stove, and every time I made toast, the sprinkler head in the kitchen began winking ominously. So I now make bad toast in the regular oven and count myself lucky to be able to eat some even in a degraded form. For obvious reasons I have not attempted to make toast using the broil function of my oven.
You must understand that the geniuses who designed this building made an open-plan galley kitchen (of decent size I concede), dining room and living room. The windows are at the far end of the living room. There are no windows, or outside-vented exhaust, in the kitchen. Just one of those little exhaust-fan thingies with a filter leading nowhere, underneath the microwave (instrument of the devil!) affixed above the stove.
Now, the 2 bathrooms, on the same axis (I guess that's how one would say it) as the kitchen, i.e. one to the left of the dining room, and the other abutting the other side of the pantry wall) each have outside-vented exhaust fans. But the genius architect didn't think one in the kitchen was necessary?
Otherwise, this is a lovely place to live.