| i can no longer see forever. |
[Mar. 13th, 2007|12:40 am] |
People at work were surprisingly nice to me today. I found a bug earlier in the day, of the type (cleaned up to make it look obvious)
if (special condition valid)
results = query(special)
results = query(generic) which should have read
if (special condition valid)
results = query(special)
else
results = query(generic) which meant there was something accidentally left in from earlier testing. I was pretty surprised that I'd managed to find it, in retrospect--this is the kind of thing I usually throw my hands up at and consult Jay for. The office was in a pretty upbeat mood. I guess the big release really did go well.
I was supposed to work on that review of literature... but I glazed over, and barely got any more of it done. I read and highlighted another paper, but that was about all. I took a break to go out with Carin to get some buffet, since we hadn't been there in a while. It was nearly deserted there, and we stayed out far longer than we needed to to eat, and had one heck of a good talk--about family, about what we got from our parents, and about how neither of us grew up with authoritarian religion. It was good stuff, and absolutely worth staying out late for.
Today's art, to the left, is The Accolade (1901) by Edmund Blair Leighton, seen at every single gosh-darn on-campus poster sale in history. The artist had a thing for painting women with long, reddish, flowing hair, and he was quite good at it. This one isn't unique in depicting a nostalgic piece of medieval imagery; it was his particular schtick. They had the same kind of romantic nostalgia back then that we do now; after all, the Victorian era is much closer to today than it was to the High Middle Ages. It's all very stately, very solemn, very courtly. Also, I notice that Steve the photographer was right: we read left to right, so the women are, looking toward the painting, to the left of the men in all of his paintings of his I've seen save one (Alain Chartier), in which she's kind of above him.
My visual acuity is back down. I don't know if it's because I'm used to the new glasses, or because my eyes are intent on maintaining a ceiling of usefulness, but I can't quite see as clearly as I could a few days ago. Being reminded of my own frailties makes me sad.
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