Proxy passion

Isn't it great how, after months of not listening to a well-loved tune, its emotional impact can as strong as the first time one heard it?

I just went through my favorites on youtube (Almost entirely music vids). A few of them are from about a year and a half ago, and they sent shivers down my spine! Hee. Interesting how caught up in emotions that don't belong to that time they are - as if I had needed the emotions even if I couldn't pull them from experience.

Also, they're from Pride and Prejudice music videos - a movie I couldn't bear to actually watch at the time.

In other news, I think I may have found my first white hair! Go me!

In Lia's honor

From Thirty Years That Shook Physics:

"Once [Enrico Fermi] had to attend a meeting of the Academy of Sciences at the Palazzo di Venezia, which was strongly guarded because Mussolini himself was to address it. All other members arrived in large foreign-made limousines driven by uniformed chauffers, while Fermi drew up in his little Fiat. At the gate of the Palazzo he was stopped by two carabinieri who crossed their weapons in front of his little car and asked his business there. According to the story he told the author of this book [George Gamow], he hesitated to say to the guards: "I am His Excellency Enrico Fermi," for fear that they would not believe him. Thus, to avoid embarrassment, he said, "I am the driver of His Excellency, Signore Enrico Fermi." "Ebbene," said the guards, "drive in, park, and wait for your master."