Thursday, September 30, 2004


according to a glossy real estate brochure

succulents have become incredibly hip

Wednesday, September 29, 2004


I took the What's the Colour of Your Blog Personality? Quiz at About Web logs and...

My Blog Personality's True Color Is...

It's all about simplicity
and nature.
The world is bigger than ourselves. That's why in my blog, I try to shrink the importance of my existence in favor of things that really

(via the Presurfer)

Brown? Wouldn't you know it. Last week when I wanted to be Charlie Brown, I was more Schroeder. (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)

Comments: shrinking

At least it wasn't Beige.
Posted by Nora at September 30, 2004 09:53 PM

Tuesday, September 28, 2004


You don't like to encourage them, but I laughed at the latest offering from the spammers happening at this post. So I've extracted the link and left the random literary bit of commentary by an author of long winded name..

Monday, September 27, 2004

sing a long beatles

Undiscovered Beatles Reviews of obscure Beatles tracks
(via twists and turns)

Meanwhile I've been singing the catalogue at this excellent Beatles Karaoke site.
(via grow a brain)
(There may be something quite sad about singing along solo to sixties songs at your computer, but I'm smiling.)

Comments: sing a long beatles

The great thing about so vast a catalogue is that you're constantly stumbling across half-forgotten songs & experiencing something of the shock of the new. And what a great song 'Because' is. McCartney = ballads, Lennon = rockers - bollocks: 'Here, There & Everywhere' & 'Because' eclipse the McCartney soft-rock oeuvre completely.
Posted by Dick at September 28, 2004 08:26 AM

A. The sad thing may be that you have to keep enough self-monitoring running to reflect on whether it should be embarrassing to do something in private you thoroughly enjoy. That comes fromt he schoolyard, where the cruelty of constant judgement by the most important people in your life, your peers, who don't know anything about anything, especially concerning the value of singing for joy, begins its life-long spirit-dampening sting.
B. McCartney screamed his ass off and people thought it was Lennon, becuse Lennon cultivated the greaser/hood image against McCartney's pretty-boy choir-boy. They were a great team and more than the sum of their parts combined. Dissing one at the expense of the other is sort of cultish and odd.
Writing songs your grandmother likes isn't a weakness, nor is writing songs and making music that people still enjoy singing 40 years later.
George Harrison did great work in that band as well.
Posted by vernaculo at September 28, 2004 11:10 AM

Dick - I agree. Been a while since I sung along to "Things we said today" or "If I Fell"
I love Because.
Notice it's up at Undiscovered Beatles now.
Can only hear the Beethoven (rollover?) now, and in an earlier post I linked to the means of reversing 'Moonlight'

You're right, Vernaculo.
But it's the Midi tinny thing as well.
downmarket player piano?
But these are surprisingly good.
Nothing better than singing in harmony though.
& I've been singing GH's "For You Blue" and "Here Comes the Sun" (a good song for early spring)
Posted by boynton at September 28, 2004 03:14 PM

Hey guys...good to seee McCartney getting some's a rare thing nowadays. However, Paul did write Here, There, and Everywhere. Hope you liked the Undiscovered stuff and there's a new one coming up next week.
Posted by Matt at October 12, 2004 09:23 AM

Yep - I am enjoying the UB. Had almost written off "She's Leaving Home" myself - so caused a bit of a re-think.

I think "Here, There and Everywhere" is one of Paul's best, as John said in the Playboy interview: "That's Paul's song completely, I believe. And one of my favorite songs of the Beatles."
One of the best ballads to sing, too.

Looking forward to the next installment.
Posted by boynton at October 12, 2004 11:36 AM


Couple who met at Goodwill store decide to get married there.
(via Diversionz)

Many years of haunting the local op shop and I've brought home many pre-loved objets d'art, but sadly no obscur objet du d├ęsir. Might hop down to St Vincents now to see if there's a nice Man amongst the retro treasures.

Comments: find

Well that sounds like your dream come true. If you can bring home a fully functioning "free" washing machine surely you can manage "Mr Right"?
The H'op shop IS your shop afterall.
Posted by Norabone at September 27, 2004 05:39 PM

Please don't put such a 'spin' on a kind act of charity, Nora. I've always relied on the kindness of strangers when it comes to washing machines, y'know. ;)
(But I'm misty-eyed at the sweet memories of those far off days before centralised pricing)
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 05:51 PM

Sunday, September 26, 2004


A big game of football was on today apparently.
I heard the Coodabeens observing the supporters arriving at the MCG:
(Port) need an animal. You can't dress up as a lightning bolt.
The lightning bolts beat the lions but we stopped watching before the final siren.
An unprecedented event.

The only thing that seemed genuine was the kick-to-kick happening in the dead street at half time. Later, three generations of Victorians kicked the football in a paddock, the toddlers tumbling, the fathers umpiring, the grandpa calling. As I walked past one backyard party spilling into the park a guy with a stubby was leaning against a tree protesting into his mobile But it's Grand Final Day!
Was he convincing?

content grazing

Darren of Living Room has a new blog ProBlogger Tips and Advice on Blogging for Dollars . Looks good (although I suspect I shall always be a poor blogger)

From this link to a series on Blog Formats I think boynton may be closest to the brief remark.
Brevity is generally a good thing in weblogs – it promotes content grazing by readers who are looking for a few quick items of interest rather than an in-depth reading experience. From the reader’s perspective, blogs that include mainly brief items are usually easier to absorb, especially when blog-reading is an activity crammed in during the odd spare minute

I like the expression content grazing.
Images of ruminative sheep. The cattle are lowing.

perfectly content grazing with the muzzle on

Comments: content grazing

Muzzles for horses? What will they think of next?
Posted by Link at September 27, 2004 11:25 AM

I want one for the blue heeler of my discontent.
For the next time she grazes my knee.
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 03:43 PM

Friday, September 24, 2004

what is it?

I was speaking to an old friend today about the Internet.
What is the Internet? He said.
Yeah yeah.
No - what is the Internet? What is the Internet?
Oh right. I shrugged.
I didn't have this online definition up my off line sleeve. Or this
Who knows.

I've been told it's a research tool, but it's bloody hopeless. He added.

Comments: what is it?

Please to consider my silence approval, generally, of your always interesting and at times most droll efforts, making exception for this, comment, which is to say that.
And also to wonder if you've tried this A9 thing
It is a Google-Amazon hybrid, or purports to be.
Google has my loyalties all sewn up, generally, but searching is a dispassionate enterprise, engine-wise, and I keep looking.
Also your countryman, Barista,
has a little squib vis. Google's vulnerability to reactionary fiddling.
Also I have here by me that Google Hacks book
that I paid good money for, but it took seeing your use of the [define:] protocol to bring it into my purview. No reflection on the book's author that, just my own slothful ways.
Also I missed entirely that time you linked and said good things about that Fridge thing I did, and take this opportunity to thank you for that, having recently discovered it in your archive.
Thank you for that.
Posted by vernaculo at September 25, 2004 06:39 PM

A9 looks good. Just tried (randomly - as I remember my google search of a few months ago)
"Betty Grable Fred Astaire" and it was much more efficient. I could have got to this page in two.

Is it the presence of images?
The combo is an interesting thing in itself for data retrieval. Must play with it.

And Google Hacks looks worth a read.

Thank you for your kind words. Timely.
(What is the Internet?)
& I was very taken by your Fridge/s.

Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:02 PM

The Internet is seen as research tool. Very academic. On this model it is akin to going into library and looking up an index.

How about a Heideggerian perspective: connecting up with broadband discloses a world.

That world is there but it has remained hidden even though it now enframes us and our activities.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 26, 2004 06:19 PM

That's great, Gary.
I think that is the model he was using, and has found some online indexes wanting. I muttered something about the 'invisible web' - but much prefer the sense of undisclosed world. (Undisclosed even on poorman's dialup)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2004 07:33 PM

Thursday, September 23, 2004


Read small stories and attend to page two
Just because something is reported in a single paragraph does not mean it is insignificant. Busy subeditors, with their own blind spots and unexamined prejudices, and with limited space, often cut the most interesting or significant piece of news down to a few lines

Between the lines Tips on reading newspapers
(via Kevan


So I scored a white tea in fine china and a house chocolate as my hair was snipped in a salon. No House music for the shearers in this salon.
The guy who cut my hair said we're actors.
On slow days when the stories run out, you have to make them up.


Tuesday, September 21, 2004


Half thinking of making a hairdressing appointment, when I saw the link at I like to old hairdressers. Every town has at least one and they're another taste of yesteryear with quality signwriting, 50s styling, or simple charm.

I think there's an old salon in this very suburb, but I wish this travelling hairdresser from 1945 was still around.

Meanwhile ...Members of the Hairdressers Council

Comments: hairdressers

That old salon up the road?

Take my advice, Boynton. Don't go there.
Posted by Nora at September 21, 2004 05:27 PM

Yes I think old salons could be rather scary places. Memories of scary old hairdressers of childhood. However, if they had a 'Happy Hour' like one of the neighbouring establishments, I could be tempted.
Posted by boynton at September 22, 2004 12:34 AM

Damn, speak for yerself ladies.

I came over here to escape all the testosterone bitchiness of the blokey political blogs, only to find you hairsprayed harpies dissing the local barber with his trusty shears and staple-detached copies of 'The Australian Post" and "National Geographic".

Where else could I keep up with the latest developments for the Ettamongah Pub and the threat to puffin colonies on the Isle of Rhum, while also being trimmed off the top and tipped about a nice little stayer in the second at Flemington?
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 01:52 AM

Yeah OK, Nat Geo was gluebound - but it's the principle of pages drifting loose under nervous prepubscent fingers while yer waiting for yer Number 2 that's the nub 'n' stubble of my point.
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 04:39 AM

There's an ancient guy who runs a one-man barbers in the covered market in Letchworth. It's just a glazed booth with one barber's chair, a sink, a table bearing the most basic implements, some chairs for waiting patrons & a garish seascape on the one wall. And there are always three or four custoners waiting. Glimpsed in passing, it's like an Edward Hopper painting.
Posted by Dick at September 22, 2004 07:45 AM

No no nabakov - didn't intend to diss any such barbers. I'm too fond of the stubble of suburban yesteryears to diss any remnant barbers, which afford the universal time-warped glimpses for passers by, as Dick suggests.
The outer suburban lone ancient female hairdresser of yesteryear on the other hand, brings back ancient memories, not all sunny.

I know that you mean the ethnology pix of Nat Geog, but coincidentally I was going to link to this site yesterday, which features an ancient 'beehive'

(link via Life in the present
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 02:47 PM

my first barber had a mirrored ceiling and every wall-inch covered with girlie pics - damn those were the days, at seven and a half
Posted by nardo at September 23, 2004 06:40 PM

description of the blogopshere ?
or at least the 'testosterone local blokey political' parts thereof ;)
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 11:16 PM

Posted by nardo at September 24, 2004 05:28 PM

My apologies ladies for the "hairpsrayed harpies" phrase. T'was meant jocularly, in context, in character, in...oh bugger it, I was drunk.

Anyhoo, finally saw the Coens' "The Man Who Wasn't There" the other night. Classical barbershop shit.. and some serious voudoun shit too - which must have involved raising James Wong from the the dead for the some of the most stunning B&W cinematography I've ever seen.

But yer I'm old enough to remember being young in an old barbershop chair. Part of the appeal was being a 12 year old hearing unrelated grownups talking about manly things and happy to explain some of them to you in a reasonably unpatronising way. "Well sonny, handicapping a horse means that you take some lead...", "Raquel Welsh? Well sonny, it's like this..."

That means a lot to a twelve year old who's Mum left him there with strict instructions for his tonsure.
Posted by Nabakov at September 25, 2004 01:19 AM

the jocular vein was spotted.
the movie sounds ok.
'Sonny' memories sound intriguing.
(I would have liked to have had handicapping explained to me as a young lass. There's still time I guess before the first Tues of Nov.)

Coincidentally today I read about the old barber shops of old Port Adelaide, gone in the gentrication.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:42 PM

Friday, September 17, 2004


I googled a church in Adelaide and suddenly found myself spinning round the famous Duryea Panorama, a link I'd often seen but never clicked. It was quite giddy, the historical details functioning as a kind of handrail, until I worked out how to slow down the spin to a sober pace befitting the city of (still standing and now demolished) churches..

This was quite coincidental (or is the correct web word serendipitous?) I had just been reading about another panorama at this site. The history of South Australian photography from 1845 to around 1915

Also: A French photographic site Phot'optic Collection
(via Ramage)

and more local photos to explore at the Campbelltown City Library Collection
This Image Library is a unique collection of just over 7,000 historical pictures of the Campbelltown District dating from the early 1800's

Comments: photographic

It is great panaroma of Adelaide. I had seen it at the Mortlock. Great to see it online.

I tried to find the site of my 1890s cottage in the south east corner of the city but the panaroma was too early to get a sense of that part.

When I have some more time I will have another look.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 24, 2004 02:11 PM

Great isn't it. I've seen one early panorama of Melbourne (off line), but they suit the medium.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:50 PM


Meanwhile I've been meandering through the various hypertexed categories of photographs from overalls and loudspeakers to filing cabinets (which were quite absorbing).
Conferences have proved to be a rich source of imagery...

As these two images from Stock breeders conference may demonstrate.

Comments: conference

broken linkage
Posted by vernaculo at September 18, 2004 05:25 AM

Yes - I don't know why this one keeps breaking.
I tried a couple of things but they seem to be temporary.
Only solution here seems to be to access the direct pictures of the Stock Breeders Conference of 20/4/1935
by that last bit of the address - after ? .
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 11:14 AM

these were the other links that seem to be temporary:,10,11
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 12:20 PM

I've found a good link (I think)

waiting to see if they stay put.

(found through a cross-ref at Picture Australia)
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 02:12 PM


Jerz's Literacy Weblog: Tracking the smiley.

Are the origins to be found somewhere in the Reader's Digest or, as Wikipedia suggests, a 1953 ad in the New York Herald Tribune?

I wonder if the wink has been tracked? 'Tis my emoticon of choice, but strictly in txt only. This sort of wink would seem to need a ;) somewhere to work.

As someone who is overly fond of a wink, I should brush up on some variants.

*\:-) the tam o shanter may have been useful *\;-)

*\;#) apparently this means drunk wink in a tam o shater which may have been appropriate on the occasional winter bloggerly evening.

~= and this a candle, for today... *\;#)

some overalls

Some highlights from the 133 images of overalls collection...

Cleaner cleans lipstick kisses from a window with a photograph of Johnny Ray, Royal Arcade

Sheep researchers

pest exterminators, with collection of dead rats from a ship

Man who works on a cactus garden of an historic stone house inside with a sea-shell collection, Parramatta

I might start on the loudpeakers next

Wednesday, September 15, 2004


This, Vonnegut believes, is the writer's obligation, to make connections, to offer insights, to ask essential questions, even (or especially) if the answers remain unknown. "We walk around," says Simon, "with an exhausting awareness of a darkness we don't want to acknowledge or even have words for. And Kurt says to us, 'You're not alone. I feel this too, and it's all right. You can say it.' "

Older and Bleaker Vonnegut's humor has become more pessimistic. 'I now give up on people,' he writes. (via a media dragon)

Comments: darkness

Great guy. Nice quote.
Posted by cs at September 16, 2005 09:36 AM

Poor old vonnegut. Maybe he really does wish some brilliant but 'humane' aliens would take us all captive as zoo exhibits aka billy pilgrim.
Posted by armaniac at September 16, 2005 12:55 PM

Really looking fwd to reading his latest.
Posted by boynton at September 16, 2005 03:57 PM

Tuesday, September 14, 2004


I was idly googling rams, as you do, and found this link to a Picture Australia
Prize winning Merino .
I like the alternative list of subjects there.
Akubras, graziers, lawns, loudspeakers, ministers (government), overalls.

Couldn't resist clicking on overalls.
Your search for overalls in subject found 133 images

I guess Overalls is as good a classification as any for this 1958 study.

Comments: overall

Woolly for ewe.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:33 PM

she knits her brows and thinks of Ramekins...

(she of the 1958 sheep show that is)
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 05:42 PM

Knit, perchance to sheep.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:44 PM

with a bare bodkin.
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 06:03 PM

Ah, those were the days when rams were rams and men were nervous.

A bit of triva I found about the other day. That ram would have been sheared with the machine developed in Australia by Mr Fred Wolseley, with the assistance of Mr Herbert Austin, who both then moved back to England to become the Wolseley and the Austin of the UK's auto industry.
Posted by Nabakov at September 16, 2004 08:27 PM

All among the Wolseley...

a good bit of trivia.
Posted by boynton at September 17, 2004 11:09 AM


Another day another fridge...

Fridge Poetry Flash Game (via bifurcated rivets)

different wordset to the earlier model which offered off cuts of Revelations

the Fridge (via db)

Comments: fridges

These are brill! Thanks a bunch boynton.
Posted by Link at September 15, 2004 06:50 PM

Saturday, September 11, 2004


Watching the football play out in the heavy rain last night, we soon wanted to keep count of the number of times we heard the phrase in these conditions .
eg A great mark in these conditions. Good kick in these conditions. Clever tackle in these conditions.
We soon lost count. And we soon lost heart.
(It's hard to be a Swans supporter in these conditions)
But then South supporters learnt early on to expect these conditions.
Losing was pretty much the universal South Melbourne Condition.

Friday, September 10, 2004

vintage fabric

Nostalgia fabrics at Fabric Attic (via exclamation mark)

Vintage Toys 1950's Children's Wall Decorations (via grow a brain)

prettiest songs

I was half listening to the radio yesterday and heard The Littlest Birds
Those moments when the prettiest songs get you smiling ...
Googling led me to this live version, and then back to a recent post at J walk, which links to Jolie Holland's solo version.

Comments: prettiest songs

Littlest Birds is indeed a beautiful song
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at September 10, 2004 02:23 PM

"I'm not too blue to fly"

btw. The Jolie Holland version is about 37.22 into Catalpa. Another CD on the wish list.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:52 PM

writing links

Whiskey River has featured some great on writing quotes this week.
eg. see this andthis from Brenda Uleland If you want to write

screenwriting / playwriting pages at
Talent Development Resources information and inspiration to enhance achievement and creative expression
(via Quiddity)

Purple Glitter Poesy Writing toys, games, & gizmoz to inspire your creativity

Random Oscar Wilde quote generator (via Incoming Signals)

... and speaking
A summary of The Scholarly Lecture: How to Stand and Deliver - survival tips for speakers. (via Anil Dash)

Comments: writing links
is well worth visiting for anyone interested in the art and craft of telling tales on screen.
Posted by Nabakov at September 10, 2004 03:33 PM

I've linked to Wordplay before - but always good to have a reminder, N.
A great resource.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:57 PM

Tuesday, September 07, 2004


The Ford Cortina Web site.

I like the road map navigation with Galleries and Movies(sightings of cortinas in movies) being good towns to explore along the Sapphire Coast.

the beets

The Beat Museum (via bifurcated rivets)

The Beet Museum

Comments: the beets

The Beat Museum - a great link. I thought I had all the online beat stuff but I missed this one. Many thanks, B.
Posted by Dick at September 8, 2004 07:45 AM

I saw the best minds of my generation...eating their vegies.
Posted by Nabakov at September 9, 2004 12:46 AM







Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:54 PM


I decided to try for a combo by putting the Beet page through Rob's Amazing Poem Generator

"Photographs courtesy of many
profits in the
main part of the factory
is a
supply of
many profits in the Sale Road railway crossing

Industry was demolished in the most
serious. The industry
flourished for the
industry as 1866, the industry
The Glenmaggie irrigation scheme was completed in the most

To become the Company was revived
following a report from beets
at Powerscourt Unloading
beets in 1899."

Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:39 PM

Saturday, September 04, 2004


My dog Douglas died last night. Almost 15 years to the day when I first acquired custodianship of his kind roly magnificence.
This isn't the place for poetry.
A friend had counselled me to be strong and this was indeed wise during the nightime vigil. But once it happens it seems wiser to be weak in grief, for a week or so.

We've been each other's shadow, in each other's pocket, almost everyday.

We're going to bury him next to his mother and aunts on a hill in the place where he first opened his eyes, scene of the first time ever I saw his gentle dome head face. Rest in peace, my sweet.

Comments: rip

Agree with you about the grieving process. Hope it helps. Sounds like a wonderful resting place for Douglas.
Posted by murray at September 4, 2004 06:53 PM

Hopeless at saying anything useful/helpful in such circumstances, but consider it said.
Posted by Sedgwick at September 4, 2004 06:57 PM

I'll lend you for a little while, a little dog, God said,
For you to cherish while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead
It may be more than fifteen years, or only two or three,
But will you, till I call him home, look after him for me?
He'll bring his love to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
He'll leave you many memories, as comfort for your grief
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are things he wants to show, and lots for you to learn
I've looked the whole world over, in my search for masters true
and from the throng that crowds life's lane at last I've chosen you
Now will you give him all your love, nor think your labour vain
Nor turn against me when I come to take him home again?


My heart goes out to you, 15's a good innings. Lucky dog.
Posted by Link at September 4, 2004 07:00 PM

Sympathies Ms Boynton.

I still remember when the light went out in my beautiful red kelpie's eyes, but she comes back now and again in my dreams.
Posted by cs at September 4, 2004 10:48 PM

I'm not a dog person, but the passing of a faithful companion is as sad as it gets. Condolences for now & the time ahead.
Posted by Dick at September 5, 2004 08:14 AM

Your dog must be proud, happy and smiling to have been able to romp and play in such a loving little pack.
Posted by JohnFen at September 5, 2004 01:42 PM

Poor Doug. Poor Boynton. Drink bubbles and remember him.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 5, 2004 06:18 PM

Thanks for all your kind comments - they do help.
Grieving on track, Murray.
Me and all, Sedge.
Lovely poem, Link - was a consolation to read.
Thanks and I hope to see him in dreams, Chris.
It is that kind of sad, Dick - even with all the current strife and sorrow about.
He was one of those 'smiling' dogs, John, best of a smiling breed.
Bubbly is sound advice Scott, I've already had a glass. Cheers.

We buried him well, with daffodils
and sorrowed love.
Posted by boynton at September 6, 2004 12:32 PM

Sorry to hear of your difficult loss.
Posted by Nick Piombino at September 6, 2004 01:06 PM

My sympathies... many flowers will bloom and many other puppies will give love and companionship to others.

With you, across the miles.
Posted by e at September 6, 2004 02:21 PM

Look at this way darling,..

...he had 105 Boynton years of sleeping, scratching and stretching, smelling the world like Kubrick saw it, running and jumping, shedding hair everywhere, slurping unmentionables, biting waves, cocking his ears like that, pissing on street furniture, fearelessly guarding you against strange men and dogs, crapping on the greenstrip with a thoughtful look, vetting your visitors, thumping his tail on the ground when he thought you were too, catching sticks but not birds, dropping his nose on yer knee in the middle of a Fellini DVD, snuggling up on cold nights and wrestling with a nice marrow bone now and then.

Nice work if you can get it. And I reckon he did.
Posted by Nabakov at September 7, 2004 02:04 AM

My sympathies, Ms. Boynton.
Sorry to hear of your loss.
Posted by Gerard at September 7, 2004 04:45 AM

Thanks Nick, e and Gerard. Such messages across the miles are consoling. I love that mix of puppies and flowers, e.

And many thanks Nabakov.
You got it in one (paragraph). Surely you must have known him - or one of his ilk. Only ever caught one bird - an ailing chook. Did vet visitors and men (maybe one too many - eh ;) ) And loved a marrow bone - although they did not love him so much.
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 12:54 PM

Even there that loyalty shows, that they go before us, a smaller life, willing to do whatever needs to be done.
"Look! I love you!"
Posted by vernaculo at September 7, 2004 03:24 PM

Yep - I agree.
Think they would probably choose it that way.
(For the skeptics - there are displays of such loyaltylove on a smaller scale every day)
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 11:31 PM


I'm so sorry to hear about Douglas.
There is an ache in my heart and a lump in my throat.
My condolances...

xo michelle
Posted by michelle at September 8, 2004 05:31 AM

Oh Boynton,
I'm so sorry.
Posted by mcb at September 8, 2004 04:54 PM

thanks muchly michelle and mcb.

every day is easier.
Posted by boynton at September 8, 2004 05:22 PM

woof woof
Posted by HL at September 9, 2004 04:05 PM

Friday, September 03, 2004


Looks like one of my markers has gone. There is a shop full of Collectibles that we drive past at least once a week which has featured a rare ram of the Golden Fleece breed in its window display for years. I have always duly noted its presence. We are the caretakers of one of its bretheren whose owners are overseas, although this domestic one has bad feet - testament to its unauthorised removal? Or maybe foot rot is a condition that untethered sheep develop away from the bowser.

It's always very disturbing when such fixtures disappear.
"It's not a library" observed my companion as we drove past.
"No, but it's sad" I bleated.
Guess I had thought such an icon might have been an honoury NFS item of stock. Antique bloodlines.
Hope it went to a good home.

Comments: ram

Everything is for sale.
Posted by Nora at September 3, 2004 04:56 PM

The resident one isn't - or a certain gentleman/poacher will have my guts for cutlets.
The Ram won't move - even when the wolf is at the door.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 05:39 PM

Your companion is wise beyond his ears.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM

Or hers.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM

His wisdom is in arrears.

Or the ram's (wisdom) is.
(He seems to be in the rear of the shop afterall)

meanwhile she's hearing the rams.

Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:33 PM

The silence of the rams?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 07:47 PM

Saying: organise a ram ram raid.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:53 PM

Adopted son of the Rarney & Retty?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 09:45 PM

He's a Rebble...

"Did you mean: Harney & Pretty?" - Google.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 11:14 PM

Leave me out of this.
Posted by Big Ramifications at September 14, 2004 11:48 AM


Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 12:29 PM

Ram the Sham ...
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:27 PM

counting sheep

A sheep for the sleeplessness

(via fishbucket)

the looking clock
an analogue clock that only reveals the time and continues working when a person is present and looking at it.
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Thursday, September 02, 2004


A depression in the sofa. You were here.

On the kitchen counter, a glass. You were here

Principle eleven

The Twelve Principles for Finding Lost Objects
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Occasionally, our distress is such that not only do we overlook an object—we forget what we’re looking for! To avoid this, repeatedly murmur the name of the object. (“Potholder, potholder, potholder.”)
Principle Ten

Comments: lost

One thing about having a streamlined, minimalist house while most of my possessions are still in storage is that I haven't lost anything yet.

But I like the idea of wandering around murmuring potholder, potholder. I might do it anyway.
Posted by mcb at September 2, 2004 03:59 PM

Thank God for this. I still can't find a damn thing but I feel so much more philosophical about their disappearance.
Posted by Dick at September 2, 2004 04:33 PM

I've lost track of what I was gonna comment about.

I'll just retrace my clickstream.

Carry on.
Posted by Nabakov at September 2, 2004 11:45 PM

My tip would be to always look for something else other than whatever it is you've lost. The number of things I've found when I wasn't looking for them...
Posted by dave at September 3, 2004 08:15 AM

mcb - I like that particluar incantation too.
It sure beats: "Keys.Keys.Keys"

Not sure if the philosophy of disappearance is always reassuring, Dick."It's not lost. You are" It's possible that soon I will be chanting "potholder" around the clock ;)

N: Comment. Comment. Comment...

I think that might be one of the 12, Dave.
And (in all seriousness) I agree. The trick is to be able to stop looking.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 01:34 PM

Did anyone suggest St Anthony - patron saint of lost objects - or has his intercession been misplaced by you godless heathens?

condolences for the loss of your faithful hound - he may well be cocking a leg on the gates of Zion, as we speak
Posted by nardo at September 5, 2004 12:40 PM

thanks, Nardo.
One of his favourite and most persistant activities.
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 12:55 PM