The spirit of blogging
. This is the spirit of blogging: Look what I just wrote! My life is pretty boring at the moment, and smelly. These Arabic bank audit documents are killer boring! If there is anything worse than bureaucratese in a familiar language, it's bureaucratese in a language, to quote Prof. Monroe, "invented by the devil." Still, it's pleasing to make a little money back off all that abstruse study. Win me the lottery and I'd spend of my life poring over the diwan of Abu Tammam, believe me. But the rent's due and the cat's meowling. Sad but true.
What else is new? Darkbloom wants her bedclothes back, a not unreasonable request [sorry, I used up the shampoo], but posed with a certain lack of politesse and a bald insistence that extends well beyond the pragmatic signficance of the items in question. Grrr. If the Fleur Obscure were cold and too broke to buy another toothbrush, then of course we would FedEx them immediately, but in matters of abstract principle we send things regular old snail mail and do not mark them highest priority on our iPaq to-do list. Metaphorically speaking.
Where's that Pretty-Ugly in French with a Pun one? Seriously absorbed in social work studies and monogamous heterosexual mating behavior, so we can't complain, these are reputable and legitimate pursuits. We always knew our Jolie-Laide, the lifestyle nonconformist and recovering gender theorist, was a closet seeker of reputability and legitimacy. Sad but true! Actually, not so sad after all, since last time we saw her she was drunk and grinning ear to ear, a good thing.
The Monkey Woman seriously wants to know whether it's stupid to wonder about the meaning of life. I say no. She wants to know if she has to read Wittgenstein to understand the meaning of life. I tell her that's the hard and laborious way, suitable for people who need their life to be really complicated, and that Wittgenstein himself said so, and even acted like it. Just finished reading Toulmin's "Wittgenstein's Vienna," one of the best bits of modern intellectual history I've ever read, kind of cleared out the old mental earwax. Very persuasive about the importance of Wittgenstein's interest in Tolstoy and Kierkegaarde.
What else? Waiting for Moon Bear, our fellow copy editor, to get back from Lone Guy Island so we can meet up at last. What else? Me and Monkey Woman going to the Film Forum to watch a Visconti flick ("Rocco and His Brothers") and discuss how to find her a boyfriend. I keep taking great pix but the boys aren't biting. Her fireman sounds kind of dicey, even though, of course, fireman are a hot commodity right now.
So life is good in between ferocious concentration on the production of such prose as follows out of the right-to-left squiggly talk of the sons of Hagar rather than Sarah (hence "Sarai kenos," or "lacking Sarah" = Saracens JAFCJR will get the Bibilical allusion):
4. Verifying that the accounting records, correspondence, and ledgers of the bank are keppt secure and readily available when needed; examining the filing system for such documents to verify that the files exist and that they are up to date.
5. Verifying that principle of redundant security is observed with respect to the issuance of keys and the execution of important transactions.
6. Ensuring that any periodic reorganizations or transfers of employees do not interfere with effective workflow.
Gack! The mind blurs and blurts under these conditions, but the job is worth bucks up the wazoo, and more where that came from, so we grin and bear. And how's by you. anyhow?