Schütz•ling•en•ab•fahrts•weh•mut | ˈsho͞otslingˌɪnˈapfärtsˈvāmo͞ot | noun.
The wistful ambivalence one feels upon the departure of a protégé.
(Note: a loan word from German speakers in another possible world.)
“How’s June feeling?”
“Oh, y’know. Schützlingenabfahrtswehmut.”
“…What?”
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USPS mistakenly delivered two packages to our doorstep this morning. I just left them, figuring I’d worry about it later. Then, the USPS truck pulls up. For Sunday delivery, carriers don’t have to wear the uniform. So out pops a guy wearing a “Molon Labe” t-shirt.
And it’s funny, because I was just thinking the same thing.
Baltimore drew first in this year’s draft, having had by far the worst record in the MLB last year. No surprise, they took Adley Rutschman, the consensus top pick from Oregon State. An article in the Baltimore Sun covered the story, and included some details about a growing trend among coaching staffs to teach players about “mudita.” This is a central idea in Buddhism, and while it does not translate neatly to English, you might say “joy at the joy of others” – to immediately and wholeheartedly embrace what is good in your world, regardless of how it may benefit you personally. Many coaches worry about an increasingly individualistic culture in their various sports, and think the lessons might counteract that. (By implication, Rutschman seems to have been at a program where some of this happened.)
And on hearing this little bit of borrowing from Buddhism, I thought, “Yes, yes. Who better than the Orioles to draw from a religious tradition whose central tenet is that all existence is suffering?”
Most of it very positive, except of course for Fox News.
Disappointed that they’re not mentioning Jeremy, though. We did this together, and we bring out the best in each other.
Somehow it is both Zombie Night and Vegan Night tomorrow at PNC Park. This confused me at first. “Brains!” but somehow also no animal products?
Then it hit me. It’s not that there will be food for the vegans at the park, it’s that the zombies will be eating the vegans. Duh.
Happy birthday, Philosophy Grandpa:
When I was thirteen, sitting in the hallway between classes in what felt like an interminable school day, the following occurred to me.
I think it’s true, having tried it to as many decimal places as I could muster the energy for a couple decades ago. Not enough training in number theory to generate a real proof for it, though. (Maybe more striaghtforward to prove that the series without the sevens converges on 1/49?) Not enough historical knowledge to say if it’s just a spin on another idea already out there. But there it is, I guess.
scat•o•man•cy |ˈskatəˌmansē| noun.
The ability to anticipate, generate, and deploy bullshit, particularly for one’s own ends in the exercise of policies within vertically organized institutional structures.
“My scatomancy was really tested this month by that proposal.”
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I appear to be a counterexample. 