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Lord Byron gets up at two. I get up, quite contrary to my usual custom … at 12. After breakfast we sit talking till six. From six to eight we gallop through the pine forest which divide Ravenna from the sea; we then come home and dine, and sit up gossiping till six in the morning. I don’t suppose this will kill me in a week or fortnight, but I shall not try it longer. Lord B.’s establishment consists, besides servants, of ten horses, eight enormous dogs, three monkeys, five cats, an eagle, a crow, and a falcon; and all these, except the horses, walk about the house, which every now and then resounds with their unarbitrated quarrels, as if they were the masters of it… . [P.S.] I find that my enumeration of the animals in this Circean Palace was defective … . I have just met on the grand staircase five peacocks, two guinea hens, and an Egyptian crane. I wonder who all these animals were before they were changed into these shapes.

Percy Bysshe Shelley on the lifestyle of Lord Byron  (via ablogwithaview)

Still needed a goat, that Byron

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No matter how long I stay I stay away from Tumblr, I still miss it. Today is my 4th anniversary on Tumblr, if “on” is the right word to represent the last year and a half.
Appropriately enough, Mills and Abby came down to visit Mrs. Tragos, Baby Tragos and me in San Diego. Mrs. Tragos took this snapshot of us all tossing a football around at Torrey Pines State Beach.
What a weekend. You can search hard and wide for people like Mills and Abby, but to no avail. They are the tops.
A toast to you all on Tumblr. Hopefully my life will be such that I can return some day.

No matter how long I stay I stay away from Tumblr, I still miss it. Today is my 4th anniversary on Tumblr, if “on” is the right word to represent the last year and a half.

Appropriately enough, Mills and Abby came down to visit Mrs. Tragos, Baby Tragos and me in San Diego. Mrs. Tragos took this snapshot of us all tossing a football around at Torrey Pines State Beach.

What a weekend. You can search hard and wide for people like Mills and Abby, but to no avail. They are the tops.

A toast to you all on Tumblr. Hopefully my life will be such that I can return some day.

The reciprocal relationship of epistemology and science is of noteworthy kind. They are dependent upon each other. Epistemology without contact with science becomes an empty scheme. Science without epistemology is—insofar as it is thinkable at all—primitive and muddled. However, no sooner has the epistemologist, who is seeking a clear system, fought his way through to such a system, than he is inclined to interpret the thought-content of science in the sense of his system and to reject whatever does not fit into his system. The scientist, however, cannot afford to carry his striving for epistemological systematic that far. He accepts gratefully the epistemological conceptual analysis; but the external conditions, which are set for him by the facts of experience, do not permit him to let himself be too much restricted in the construction of his conceptual world by the adherence to an epistemological system. He therefore must appear to the systematic epistemologist as a type of unscrupulous opportunist: he appears as realist insofar as he seeks to describe a world independent of the acts of perception; as idealist insofar as he looks upon the concepts and theories as free inventions of the human spirit (not logically derivable from what is empirically given); as positivist insofar as he considers his concepts and theories justified only to the extent to which they furnish a logical representation of relations among sensory experiences. He may even appear as Platonist or Pythagorean insofar as he considers the viewpoint of logical simplicity as an indispensable and effective tool of his research.

Einstein (1949:683–684)