Wednesday, February 14, 2024

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Acquaint her with the danger of my state;

Implore her, in my voice, that she make friends

To the strict deputy; bid herself assay him.

 

Claudio

Measure For Measure          Act I, Scene ii, Line 119

 

Claudio has been sentenced to death for adultery. He’s talking to his friend Lucio and asking him to talk to Claudio’s sister. He wants his sister to try to talk to Angelo (the deputy who’s been put in charge by the Duke in his absence) to see if she can put in a good word for him.

So, assay, which is still a very common word, in today’s use means to try to win him over. I don’t think you’ll see it used that much like that anymore. I’m not even sure if it’s defined as such anymore.

I’ve been used to seeing the word assay frequently used as a noun over the past seven years. An assay, in the biotech world is any test which analyzes a substance to determine its properties: the presence or absence of one or more components. I won’t be hearing assay much anymore for two reasons. One is that I am going to be retiring in a few months, and the other is that the company is shutting down anyway. So, we’re not going to be analyzing any substances for my last few months of work, we’re just going to be talking about how to take care of shutting down a business. There might still be a few assays of investors (in the sense of Claudio's use of the word), but I think that's pretty much done with. 

 

Here is my electric biked parked at the office last summer. I' not sure if I'm going to be working there long enough to be riding to the office and parking it here again, but we'll see.

Tuesday, February 13, 2024

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Ay, so I fear, the more is my unrest.

 

Romeo

Romeo and Juliet         Act I, Scene v, Line 112

 

Quick context: We’re near the beginning of the play, and this is the scene where Romeo and some friends have crashed a party at the Capulets. They’ve managed to do this because it’s a masked party. Romeo has met Juliet for the first time, they’ve had a brief encounter, shared a kiss, and, of course, fallen madly and irretrievably, in love. At this point Romeo’s friend Benvolio realizes that they’ve been recognized and comes up and tells Romeo they need to get out of there.

Away, be gone, the sport is at the best, he says. In other words, let’s get out of here, the jig is up.

And that’s what Romeo is responding to with Today’s Totally Random Line.

It’s as simple as that. Comments?


I can say with no fear or unrest that, whilst I'm not certain that this guy is the most interesting biotech analyst in the world, this is definitely one of the most interesting coffee cups in the cabinet. 


Monday, February 12, 2024

 

Today’s Totally Random Lines

 

Rumble thy bellyful. Spit, fire! Spout, rain! Nor rain, wind, thunder, fire are my daughters. I tax not you, you elements, with unkindness; I never gave you kingdom, call’d you children; You owe me no subscription. Then let fall, Your horrible pleasure. Here I stand your slave, A poor, infirm, weak, and despis’d old man; But yet I call you servile ministers, That will with two pernicious daughters join Your high-engender’d battles ‘gainst a head So old and white as this. O, ho! ‘Tis foul.

 

Lear

King Lear              Act III, Scene ii, Line 16

 

Classic scene. We’re well into the play and Lear is now aware that his two older daughters are rotten bitches. He’s wandering on the heath at night in a thunderstorm, alone except for his fool, howling at the heavens. Classic!

I’m sitting at my granddaughter’s house in Minnesota drinking my morning coffee before anyone else is up. I’m listening to Zac Brown’s Knee Deep and feeling pretty good about things.

I have no doubt that there are people who get driven as mad as Lear by life’s problems. I’m thankful that I’m not one of them. At least, today I’m not. And all we really ever have is today, n’est pas?

 


No rain, wind, thunder, or fire; just a peaceful sunset over frozen Forest Lake.

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