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Poem for Saturday, Parallax, The Louvre

A Thought Went Up My Mind Today
By Emily Dickinson

A thought went up my mind to-day
That I have had before,
But did not finish,—some way back,
I could not fix the year,

Nor where it went, nor why it came
The second time to me,
Nor definitely what it was,
Have I the art to say.

But somewhere in my soul, I know
I ’ve met the thing before;
It just reminded me—’t was all—
And came my way no more.


I had a busy but nice Friday, again enjoying beautiful weather -- it rained while we were in the car and at dinner, but for the most part we had a warm spring day with purple magnolias and rhododendrons popping out all over the neighborhood. I spent the morning working on a review of Voyager's "Parallax", an episode that has a mediocre plot and great characters (with my J/C blinders off, I can really enjoy the Janeway/Torres and Chakotay/Tuvok interactions). Then we drove to College Park to pick up Daniel, who drove us back.

We had barbecue for dinner with my parents (and leftover Passover desserts including chocolate covered macaroons, my favorite part of Passover). At home we caught up on Elementary and Last Week Tonight, then watched some Chopped (I wanted both the NYPD cops to win). Here are a few photos I took in and around the Louvre, where needless to say flash photography is not allowed, including the Winged Victory of Samothrace, the Venus de Milo, Hercules, the Louvre pyramids, and La Gioconda surrounded by her admirers:


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