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Death and taxes today

I was up too late being stupid last night, but what I did accomplish is finding the series of portraits of people before and after death that I saw in the Guardian on Wednesday and which is going to be at the Wellcome Collection (which is pretty much across the street from the British Library and, more excitingly, Snazz Szechuan). Apparently this article resulted in the Guardian getting the highest number of hits in a single day ever, three million (they'll never even notice a little referrer from me).

What I liked about these pictures was not so much the portraiture, which was excellent, but the words that accompanied them. Our society spends a lot of time chasing away from death and not a lot of time talking about it. Even simple questions like, "How do I talk to people who are dying or near death?" are difficult to answer because we don't have the experience or even the communication that would let us know how to handle making it through the arc of life. Too often people just shy away from the topic (if not just avoiding the people in question), leaving the "victims" hurt and I think dissatisfied if not torn up about having so much unspoken. And God only knows that without having these conversations, when we reach the end of our own journey, we don't really have a road map about how to handle it. What these people said is helping to build my map (and making me glad about how I'm living my life, though I think I need to make a few adjustments, such as picking up another foreign language or two). I guess I'll have to go see the exhibit, which opens on the 9th.

We've spent the day quietly so far as (ahem) Monday is payday, it's been five weeks since the last deposit in our accounts and we're needing to keep the expenditures tightly controlled. Somehow it seems to be the perfect day for getting our American taxes done. With luck we won't actually have to send more money to the US treasury. It doesn't look like we'll be getting any money in our retirement funds, but since we've spent nearly an equal amount paying off ALL of our US debt, I think we can consider it, on the whole, an even trade (especially since any deposits made this year would likely have lost value).

Even with the tight fundage, we can still enjoy tea and books and free art. Right now we're sipping the Darjeeling Namring Oolong we brought back from our trip to Paris with butterbee, and mmm, is it good. Talking to robot_mel and beluosus about Proust last night got me excited about literary geeking in Paris (and around the world) and made me also think that I should take the real nanoreadmo challenge and try A la Recherche du Temps Perdu in the original tongue. (Hey, I used to read Cyrano de Bergerac, surely I could manage a novel.) I'll set that for a challenge for some time after I finish the last two novels in the series. I guessing when they're done, I'll want to come back to the book but dive in more deeply, and reading it in French seems the perfect way to attack it.

Ah, the rain has stopped. Time to go to the Serpentine, I think.
Tags: death, money, paris, proust, taxes, tea
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