No one gets to smoke anything in my house and that's that. Possible exception is me, if I'm daydreaming while standing over a skillet waiting for the oil to warm a little so I can add the onions...
Brashly moving right along: (file under TIL - today I learned...)
Earlier this morning I ran into the word "occhiolistic" for the first time in my life, in, of all places and sub-places, a Paris Review blog piece about what scientists who recently photographed the black hole like to read.
https://www.theparisreview.org/blog...who-photographed-the-black-hole-like-to-read/
And before breakfast, too. From vaguely remembered basic Italian, I figured that "occhiolistic" must have something to do with "the eye": occhio. Then in trying to find an English language explanation of "occhiolism", I ran into another place and sub-place I had never heard of. The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows.
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from:
https://www.dictionaryofobscuresorrows.com/post/95735249861/occhiolism#_=_
The Dictionary of Obscure Sorrows
occhiolism
n. the awareness of the smallness of your perspective, by which you couldn’t possibly draw any meaningful conclusions at all, about the world or the past or the complexities of culture, because although your life is an epic and unrepeatable anecdote, it still only has a sample size of one, and may end up being the control for a much wilder experiment happening in the next room.
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Aha, I thought. A scientist interviewed in The Paris Review is just having us all on. Or else he's warning us about what happens when one gets sucked into a black hole. Or possibly advising against taking anything culturally meaningful from a photographic representation of a black hole.
Perhaps I need to give up reading before breakfast, not sure how much TIL fare I can take at such hours. Anyway so far I have not managed to read much more of the blog piece about what black hole photographers like to read. Pity they put this erudite dude's contribution so high up in the piece: I was preparing to absorb some more sci-fi suggestions. Now instead I feel like I may have dropped in on a scientist's sly semi-fiction.