One of my students found a 1958 6d piece at the bus stop and gave it to me. We wasted a bunch of classtime talking about the pre-decimal system in Australia. Mind you, we also spent an hour working on identifying Latin roots of words and playing with prefixes. All the rest was writing movie reviews. I had to politely dissent when one student identified a certain Lucas film (the title contains the word 'clone') as a brilliant work of art.
That was this morning. This afternoon was thunderstorms and coffee and me wondering what it would be like to live in a different body. We have more storms in store, if I go by my innards.
That last paragraph was not actually a complaint. I gave up on work, you see, and pretended to still be on sick leave. I rested and slept for two hours.
Thunderstorm dreams are always totally fascinating. Today's was Stargate in Narnia, which amused me muchly. I especially liked it when fire darted from my fingertips, my right shoulder and I could kick it long distances using hotspots in my legs. I half woke up at that moment and realised that the storm was at its most thundery and that every bit of me from which fire darted was hurting. It wasn't worth worrying about: I went back to sleep.
I have a bit over an hour to catch up on things, because tonight I'm spending with friends, watching anime. My task for the next hour, should I choose to accept it, is to finish Going Bovine and start writing a review. Or I could catch up on email. Paid work will wait till tomorrow - I promised myself last week that 3 hours of deep focus will be enough in a day for the next few weeks. I was right to make me give that promise. Teaching this morning left me so tired I nearly skipped lunch. It was worth it, though. My Wednesday class is so very cool.
Which reminds me, I'm going to weigh my 6d against a 5c piece, using my jeweller's scale. I told my students that 6d is heavier. How much heavier is it, though?
ETA: The difference in weight (if there is any) is less than 1g. This means that any difference in heft between the two coins (and there is an appreciable difference) has to do with the feel of the metal. I wonder if differences to the feel of a coinage affects the way people think about money in a culture?
That was this morning. This afternoon was thunderstorms and coffee and me wondering what it would be like to live in a different body. We have more storms in store, if I go by my innards.
That last paragraph was not actually a complaint. I gave up on work, you see, and pretended to still be on sick leave. I rested and slept for two hours.
Thunderstorm dreams are always totally fascinating. Today's was Stargate in Narnia, which amused me muchly. I especially liked it when fire darted from my fingertips, my right shoulder and I could kick it long distances using hotspots in my legs. I half woke up at that moment and realised that the storm was at its most thundery and that every bit of me from which fire darted was hurting. It wasn't worth worrying about: I went back to sleep.
I have a bit over an hour to catch up on things, because tonight I'm spending with friends, watching anime. My task for the next hour, should I choose to accept it, is to finish Going Bovine and start writing a review. Or I could catch up on email. Paid work will wait till tomorrow - I promised myself last week that 3 hours of deep focus will be enough in a day for the next few weeks. I was right to make me give that promise. Teaching this morning left me so tired I nearly skipped lunch. It was worth it, though. My Wednesday class is so very cool.
Which reminds me, I'm going to weigh my 6d against a 5c piece, using my jeweller's scale. I told my students that 6d is heavier. How much heavier is it, though?
ETA: The difference in weight (if there is any) is less than 1g. This means that any difference in heft between the two coins (and there is an appreciable difference) has to do with the feel of the metal. I wonder if differences to the feel of a coinage affects the way people think about money in a culture?