miscellany, #3222

arthur c. clarke died today. i must have checked out 2001 and 2010 from the high school library a dozen times. via daring fireball, here’s a diary of clarke’s during the making of 2001: a space odyssey. the man was a genius, a treasure, and i was proceeding on the assumption that he would continue to provide me things to read indefinitely. damn.

it had been three weeks since i’d last played soccer, but now i’ve played twice in two nights. i think i hurt myself a bit. i’m still something of an unrepentant toeballer, which, you know, is an old, bad habit, but the good news is, i think it’s pretty dialed in right now, and i’m pretty dangerous when that’s the case.

i resisted the urge, during my brief stay in cincinnati, to visit the creation museum. next time.

in the airport security line yesterday, on the way home, i set myself two bins, and placed my lappy in one on my left. i bent to remove my shoes, and the guy in front of me in line just reaches over and grabs the other one. yeah, buddy, i got it just for you. i’m holding my shoes and suit jacket and riding the conveyor myself. i said ‘dick’ out loud, and the tsa guy just smiled and rolled his eyes.

i wouldn’t have made it on time yesterday if it weren’t for an ancient ferry across the ohio river. it reduced our trip from 20 miles to about 6. little more than a skiff with a pilothouse and room for six or eight cars, it basically drifts from one bank to the other, driving upstream if it needs to. despite the little bit of modern technology, it still feels as if it’s the same thing that’s been there for a hundred years.