big blue room

It’s a gorgeous day today, and I’m going to get to see most of it. Tyla is travelling to Ottawa on the 9:30am train, and I got up about when she did this morning. Since then, I’ve tested a patch, tidied up a bit, assisted the landlord in the installation of a security camera, worked on fixes for a few other bugs, packed my luggage, and played with the cat. Not bad for it still being before 11.

Somewhat apropos the yes-yes-I-know-it’s-flawed-you-can-all-stop-mailing-me test from yesterday, a mathematical model for marriage. Is that systematising or empathic? (Apropos very little: the author of the E/S test is possibly related to the British comedic persona Ali G, whose HBO show is surprisingly entertaining.)

There’s been a lot of talk lately about Rick Santorum’s remarks regarding rights to sexual privacy — an amusing interview in places: “I’m sorry, I didn’t think I was going to talk about man on dog with a United States senator, it’s sort of freaking me out.” — but the best analysis I’ve seen so far is on the Volokh Conspiracy, where there are about a dozen well-written posts on the topic.

Time to shower and hit the, er, rails.

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