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Yesterday and the day before I went for the 7 am swim to the Kiwanis pool! It was still dark out when I left home.
 
Reading about Helen Keller by Dorothy Herrmann. Damn, some of the folks in her early life were kinda absolute pricks. Like there was this guy called Anagnos who sponsored Helen at first when she was a little girl, but apparently as she got older and more world-famous, he got butthurt that he wasn't credited for being the one to unlock her world (Anne Sullivan was) so he nastily turned against her by saying she was a liar.
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And apparently, there was a bit when Helen was 11 when she was accused of plagiarizing The Frost King word for word despite it being read (well, rather finger-spelled to her) three years earlier and she had no memory of it. The Perkins Institute literally created a sort of tribunal as if she were some conniving master villain here to steal the original author's glory and hard work. Ms. Cranby, the author of the book, even went to her defense saying basically, 'Look, I'm not even mad, I'm impressed! I mean, damn, she even improved on my work!!' This traumatized Helen so thoroughly that even years later, she dreaded writing out of fear someone would accuse her of plagiarism.
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Oh, and as added bonus: Anne Sullivan was a Yankee woman living in a Southern family's home. This being a few decades removed from the American Civil War, you can expect tension and trauma was still simmering beneath the surface. Apparently, Helen's uncle, Frank paid the home a visit one day and the topic got onto the Civil War. He lost his sons in the war, and Captain Arthur Keller, Helen's father, fought in the war. Both men were Confederates. The TL;DR? A huge verbal war breaks out; Anne threatens to quit and go back home until Kate Keller (Helen's mom) has to calm her down and tell her to please stop terrifying Helen and go unpack her things. Really, Anne, c'mon. You realize you're, like, the only thing keeping Helen from being sent to an asylum, yes? QUIT PISSING OFF THE PEOPLE TO WHOM YOU ARE AT THEIR BEHEST!!! Fortunately, I think she learned that lesson right quick and kept her temper in check.
 
I just hit send on an ultimatum/resignation email to the group of owners I work for. Either provide me with the XYZ things I need to run your businesses successfully or dine on my nutsack. We're all friendly and professional and have been able to resolve our issues amicably and profitably in the past, but now I'm not so sure. And unlike other instances in the past, I no longer care. I'm not angry just tired. I think I died a year ago and just haven't noticed it yet. Whatever happens, happens.
 
I just hit send on an ultimatum/resignation email to the group of owners I work for. Either provide me with the XYZ things I need to run your businesses successfully or dine on my nutsack. We're all friendly and professional and have been able to resolve our issues amicably and profitably in the past, but now I'm not so sure. And unlike other instances in the past, I no longer care. I'm not angry just tired. I think I died a year ago and just haven't noticed it yet. Whatever happens, happens.
That's big, Homer. Hope everything turns out well.
 
Hope things go well, Homer!


So, apparently this book, written in 1834, was basically the 19th century equivalent of Twilight if Edward Cullen walked into the sea and drowned when he thought Bella was dead.

According to the biographer I'm reading, Helen Keller was obsessed with this book as a teenager, to the point Anne had to take it out of her hands and forbid her to read it because apparently it was lowbrow fiction and, y'know, not Voltaire.

Pompeii, A.D. 79. Athenian nobleman Glaucus arrives in the bustling and gaudy Roman town and quickly falls in love with the beautiful Greek Ione. Ione's former guardian, the malevolent Egyptian sorcerer Arbaces, has designs on Ione and sets out to destroy their budding happiness. Arbaces has already ruined Ione's sensitive brother Apaecides by luring him to join the vice-ridden priesthood of Isis. The blind slave Nydia is rescued from her abusive owners, Burbo and Stratonice, by Glaucus, for whom she secretly pines. Arbaces horrifies Ione by declaring his love for her, and flying into a rage when she refuses him. Glaucus and Apaecides rescue her from his grip, but Arbaces is struck down by an earthquake, a sign of Vesuvius' coming eruption.

Glaucus and Ione exult in their love, much to Nydia's torment, while Apaecides finds a new religion in Christianity. Nydia unwittingly helps Julia, a rich young woman who has eyes for Glaucus, obtain a love potion from Arbaces to win Glaucus's love. But the love potion is really a poison that will turn Glaucus mad. Nydia steals the potion and administers it; Glaucus drinks only a small amount and begins raving wildly. Apaecides and Olinthus, an early Christian, determine to publicly reveal the deception of the cult of Isis. Arbaces, recovered from his wounds, overhears and stabs Apaecides to death; he then pins the crime on Glaucus, who has stumbled onto the scene. Arbaces has himself declared the legal guardian of Ione, who is convinced that Arbaces is her brother's murderer, and imprisons her at his mansion. He also imprisons Nydia, who discovers that there is an eyewitness to the murder who can prove Glaucus's innocence—the priest Calenus, who is yet a third prisoner of Arbaces. She smuggles a letter to Glaucus's friend Sallust, begging him to rescue them.

Glaucus is convicted of the murder of Apaecides, Olinthus of heresy, and their sentence is to be fed to wild cats in the amphitheatre. All Pompeii gathers in the amphitheatre for the bloody gladiatorial games. Just as Glaucus is led into the arena with the lion—who, distressed by awareness of the coming eruption, spares his life and returns to his cage—Sallust bursts into the arena and reveals Arbaces's plot.<a href="The Last Days of Pompeii - Wikipedia"><span>[</span>a<span>]</span></a> The crowd demands that Arbaces be thrown to the lion, but it is too late: Vesuvius begins to erupt. Ash and stone rain down, causing mass panic. Glaucus rescues Ione from the house of Arbaces, but in the chaotic streets they meet Arbaces, who tries to seize Ione but is killed by a lightning strike. Nydia leads Glaucus and Ione to safety on a ship in the Bay of Naples, as because of her blindness she is used to going about in utter darkness while sighted people are made helpless in the cloud of volcanic dust. The next morning she commits suicide by quietly slipping into the sea; death is preferable to the agony of her unrequited love for Glaucus.

Ten years pass, and Glaucus writes to Sallust, now living in Rome, of his and Ione's happiness in Athens. They have built Nydia a tomb and adopted Christianity.
 
I just hit send on an ultimatum/resignation email to the group of owners I work for. Either provide me with the XYZ things I need to run your businesses successfully or dine on my nutsack. We're all friendly and professional and have been able to resolve our issues amicably and profitably in the past, but now I'm not so sure. And unlike other instances in the past, I no longer care. I'm not angry just tired. I think I died a year ago and just haven't noticed it yet. Whatever happens, happens.
I toast your cojones, sometimes you gotta do what you gotta do. I hope all works out -- and that you have some sort of exit plan.
 
exit plan
Heh. Their problem, not mine. I have admin access to all the critical systems with no safeguards. Literally, I would have to fire myself one piece at a time. I have warned them for years about this but, well, horses, water, thirst, and all that happy crappy. How any of us got where we are is borderline miraculous.

May it happen in such a manner that you are the primary beneficiary of the positive end of the stick.
"I never lose. I either win or learn."

Nelson Mandela
 
I have admin access to all the critical systems with no safeguards. Literally, I would have to fire myself one piece at a time.

Wow. So rhetorically speaking, without you, they'd have only limited access to those critical systems -- and have no idea what to do or when?

That sounds messed up.
 
Without going into details, well meaning incompetents are far more dangerous than jaded, but competent, cynics.
 
One summer, I automatically woke up just before dawn every day and has several hours in the garden before heading to work. I enjoyed it, but it was one a temporary, inexplicable aberation in a night owl's life.
 
Hope those folks get scared into being sensible, Homer. Ideally they understand your worth to the businesses, though from my own experiences I wouldn't be shocked if they hired some random MBA and went broke within a year.

I don't know how anyone can get up at 4 or 5am. I couldn't sleep until 4am last night, and I got out of bed at 1pm. I anticipate a very tired Monday working tomorrow.

Also, go Blue Jays !
 
I got up at 4 this morning! And I am expecting company any minute now. It's a beautiful day - around 27 C - like a summer day
 
Yeah, it's hot here today too, as it was yesterday and will be tomorrow. I don't like it !

It's October! I say, bring on the snow.
 
Lol no - no snow yet!

I like fall and I like spring but I also like temperatures to stay above freezing
 
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