the other night late night surfing, I stumbled across a semi-meme of sorts occurring within a distant literary community (that I'm probably not part of, but the spirit of which makes me want to hook my poor audacious webbed wagon to its star)
Against the gloom: What can we do today to provoke a smile, a wink, a hug, a kiss, some sort of heartfelt exchange?
I found this here via Okir and through a subsequent link trail.
(The Blogspot posts all occur around May 6th to 8th)
because I like the positive
even as a gesture
like singing old hymns by heart
I like this time of the year
and then having to settle on crisp as a tag for autumn
when spring reigns in the blogosphere
I like our stamp- the seasons as a last stand of regionalism
I like the smell of lemon scented gums
and finding a random gumtree in the googlepile
and seeking the place from where the link was stripped
I like maps (via)
I like the pure purple of cadbury's
and I like that dogs can smell of chocolate (via)
And I like the company of dogs
as my old dog dozes away
I like a dog's accumulated days
as his eyes lose that pose
his wag is still as keen as ever
like Elvis I like The Beatles and fellow beatle fans
and I like this medium that sometimes makes you link
as a back-up to an inkling or a conspiracy of kindreds
the sudden serendipitous trip
I like the way spam can go glam with a bit of imagination
I like thrift shop voices and the possible metaphor of web as thrift store
of random encounters with ephemera and the profound in a pound store
or opportunity shop to use the proper local vernacular
I like the joy of collecting and the why of it
I like a glass of champagne
and the very thought of
a big wine bottle in the real world (via)
I like a comment or two
and I like I like and the hunters and curators
and the thousand and one tacit endorsments of the wondercabinet in any world wide week
Comments: like list
Nicely done. Poor audacious webbed wagon indeed!
Posted by fredf at May 13, 2004 07:50 PM
well, i just like this post.
Posted by Gianna at May 13, 2004 08:49 PM
Cheers, Fred. I like everything at Fragments, of course. But your photo of Tsuga - in the summer of his life, and doug approaching winter - seemed to be like polar labrador bookends ;)
merci b, G.
Posted by boynton at May 14, 2004 01:20 PM
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Thursday, May 13, 2004
Thursday, November 13, 2003
our drowned town
Recently things featured some haunting photos of the Welsh village of Capel Celyn (Tryweryn), 1957 -65 - before it was drowned. Stark b/w images of stone cottages and old trees, marks of centuries caught in that condemned eerie emptiness, a temporary ghost town where even ghosts are soon be submerged.
Years ago on a school camp I remember our teacher (once a local) bitterly lamenting the fate of old Tallangatta - in North Eastern Victoria, which was moved before the site was drowned for the Hume Reservoir. I searched for some similar photos but could could only find the tourist info sites. Then by chance looking for old cafes, I found this Interior, Hume Cafe, Ogarivitch, Tallangatta a condemned cafe known by many names including Riverina In fact the State Library Picture Collection includes over 150 images of a photographic survey by the State Rivers and water Supply Commission mostly in 1954.
Houses
Business premises
Menswear
Hairdressing salon
These Commission photos survey the exterior and interior details of buildings leaving the sadness as subtext, in abandoned tennis courts or the last stand of mature Palm trees before their watery fate, last chapter in a strange exotic journey
Perhaps this graffiti is one record of dissent - and some of the suits at the official celebrations might have had a bit of the old soviet style about them.
Something of a town is always hidden within the survey of premises and hardware and inventory of goods.
Years ago on a school camp I remember our teacher (once a local) bitterly lamenting the fate of old Tallangatta - in North Eastern Victoria, which was moved before the site was drowned for the Hume Reservoir. I searched for some similar photos but could could only find the tourist info sites. Then by chance looking for old cafes, I found this Interior, Hume Cafe, Ogarivitch, Tallangatta a condemned cafe known by many names including Riverina In fact the State Library Picture Collection includes over 150 images of a photographic survey by the State Rivers and water Supply Commission mostly in 1954.
Houses
Business premises
Menswear
Hairdressing salon
These Commission photos survey the exterior and interior details of buildings leaving the sadness as subtext, in abandoned tennis courts or the last stand of mature Palm trees before their watery fate, last chapter in a strange exotic journey
Perhaps this graffiti is one record of dissent - and some of the suits at the official celebrations might have had a bit of the old soviet style about them.
Something of a town is always hidden within the survey of premises and hardware and inventory of goods.
Sunday, August 10, 2003
locale
perfect winter's day here in x.
boynton read the on-line headline: Europe swelters - after we melburnians had endured a very chilly August night.
"There's snow!", she had said to a friend as they ventured out to polar Coles, a speech bubble of condensation.
"Where?"
"Somewhere" she replied confidently " there's bound to be snow somewhere."
Earlier she had caught the perfect crisp half hour on sunset on foot, walking one-on-one with the problem dog. It was along a road she hadn't ever walked, and she was thinking of the book Outside Lies Magic, (recommended by Pica in a comment at Fragments-from Floyd.)
It is true, walking pace allows closer vision of the familiar everyday landscape that gets condensed by car travel, where houses are rolling data along the road. On foot each fence that usually flashes by is distinctive. But the zoom-in also allows a zooming out. Boynton saw the kilometre-long strip of post-war houses collectively forming a sort of remnant suburb. A sub-suburb, a substation of lost suburbia. In the early 70's the Freeway sliced through the topography - and it is probably their close proximity that rendered them undesirable enough to survive the various booms and blitzes of dual occupancy and development. Their double-glazed, first-floor terraces overlook the freeway and were themselves overlooked. So it is a little pocket of cream brick featurism and bold fifties futurism and places that look like 60's beach-houses - with towels draped over the railings - fronting the sea of traffic. And Castlemaine slate and 60's style stone-work, and rockeries along concealed driveways into carports built for teenagers. And at one high point boynton saw the old pockets join up as the seam of freeway dipped below the sightlines - and the forties time-warped cypruses and white wooden seat of a chopped park seamlessly flowed into the golf courses with their own museum landscapes.
The air was so perfectly crisp after the showers had eased that boynton was almost struck by a perennial, a purple daisy in the rockery that is never picked out from behind a windscreen at 50 kph. The groundcover was so generous, boynton was tempted to take one home - according to this its essence is Light Heartedness - joy and laughter. Or alternatively according to this - Allows one to accept compliments about physical appearance. Of course the two are complementary - such compliments can only be accepted with laughter. So boynton had better pinch one next time she walks by.
Comments: locale
Far Too Hot.
Today England had its hottest day ever.
I'm not impressed.
Wish it were Autumn.
Posted by joh at August 11, 2003 02:14 AM
I just heard about that - near 40? That just seems too strange.
We scored 44.something last January but IMHO once it hits 40, any extra degrees become theoretical. You just stay inside and wait for Autumn.
Btw - country Victoria recorded temperatures of -5
the other night. That's cold.
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 11:40 AM
I dream of -5.
I fondly remember one summer in Norway where it generally reached -5 at night...
Preferred that to this 38C weather.
It would not be so bad if the British believed in Air Conditioning. (Unfortunately, it is still a novelty, and is not found in our homes, public transport or cars, and is only found in *very* modern offices.)
I'm a spring / autumn person myself. 10-14C and I can wander around (bare-armed) exclaiming about how lovely and warm it is...
Hope you get snow. Snow is great!
Posted by joh at August 11, 2003 11:00 PM
I'm a spring/autumn person too, joh, but that =
18 - 27.8 ! 10 - 14 is Winter in Melbourne! (the other states sneer about it) and there is actually a lot of snow up at the resorts, but we haven't had our hour of snow in the metro area yet.
I sympathise though - I think it's relative. I was in England once when it was 28,and it seemed stifling! I hate the heat - and am quite enjoying this cold snap.
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 11:32 PM
boynton read the on-line headline: Europe swelters - after we melburnians had endured a very chilly August night.
"There's snow!", she had said to a friend as they ventured out to polar Coles, a speech bubble of condensation.
"Where?"
"Somewhere" she replied confidently " there's bound to be snow somewhere."
Earlier she had caught the perfect crisp half hour on sunset on foot, walking one-on-one with the problem dog. It was along a road she hadn't ever walked, and she was thinking of the book Outside Lies Magic, (recommended by Pica in a comment at Fragments-from Floyd.)
It is true, walking pace allows closer vision of the familiar everyday landscape that gets condensed by car travel, where houses are rolling data along the road. On foot each fence that usually flashes by is distinctive. But the zoom-in also allows a zooming out. Boynton saw the kilometre-long strip of post-war houses collectively forming a sort of remnant suburb. A sub-suburb, a substation of lost suburbia. In the early 70's the Freeway sliced through the topography - and it is probably their close proximity that rendered them undesirable enough to survive the various booms and blitzes of dual occupancy and development. Their double-glazed, first-floor terraces overlook the freeway and were themselves overlooked. So it is a little pocket of cream brick featurism and bold fifties futurism and places that look like 60's beach-houses - with towels draped over the railings - fronting the sea of traffic. And Castlemaine slate and 60's style stone-work, and rockeries along concealed driveways into carports built for teenagers. And at one high point boynton saw the old pockets join up as the seam of freeway dipped below the sightlines - and the forties time-warped cypruses and white wooden seat of a chopped park seamlessly flowed into the golf courses with their own museum landscapes.
The air was so perfectly crisp after the showers had eased that boynton was almost struck by a perennial, a purple daisy in the rockery that is never picked out from behind a windscreen at 50 kph. The groundcover was so generous, boynton was tempted to take one home - according to this its essence is Light Heartedness - joy and laughter. Or alternatively according to this - Allows one to accept compliments about physical appearance. Of course the two are complementary - such compliments can only be accepted with laughter. So boynton had better pinch one next time she walks by.
Comments: locale
Far Too Hot.
Today England had its hottest day ever.
I'm not impressed.
Wish it were Autumn.
Posted by joh at August 11, 2003 02:14 AM
I just heard about that - near 40? That just seems too strange.
We scored 44.something last January but IMHO once it hits 40, any extra degrees become theoretical. You just stay inside and wait for Autumn.
Btw - country Victoria recorded temperatures of -5
the other night. That's cold.
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 11:40 AM
I dream of -5.
I fondly remember one summer in Norway where it generally reached -5 at night...
Preferred that to this 38C weather.
It would not be so bad if the British believed in Air Conditioning. (Unfortunately, it is still a novelty, and is not found in our homes, public transport or cars, and is only found in *very* modern offices.)
I'm a spring / autumn person myself. 10-14C and I can wander around (bare-armed) exclaiming about how lovely and warm it is...
Hope you get snow. Snow is great!
Posted by joh at August 11, 2003 11:00 PM
I'm a spring/autumn person too, joh, but that =
18 - 27.8 ! 10 - 14 is Winter in Melbourne! (the other states sneer about it) and there is actually a lot of snow up at the resorts, but we haven't had our hour of snow in the metro area yet.
I sympathise though - I think it's relative. I was in England once when it was 28,and it seemed stifling! I hate the heat - and am quite enjoying this cold snap.
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 11:32 PM
Wednesday, July 30, 2003
ghoti
trying to assemble a story from the sea of images, to find some webbing - among the random and tangled lines that get washed up along the beach.
the way we thread meaning even through the bare bones of links- there is always some biography unfolding, some yarn. in your choices, your tracing of places, like an itinerary. its hidden agenda.
the way certain lines jump out:
the occasion was the tenth anniversary of the sixties appreciation society
the shindig at the mordialloc Life saving club
An image of the empty bandstand
it is like a tide - unrelenting - a link tide of messages - a gulf stream of consciousness. a current of memes.
anyway - with this task we may flounder trying to create some connection between say a Tasmanian trumpeter on a Stanley field, a random quartet (from the vast schools of dance bands of the thirties) and the faces around Sergeant Baker in the Meteorological Officers Course No 11 yet to don their flying gear. And post war the inheritors of demobbed leather jackets can talk about their mystical power, their twentieth century magic.
Comments: ghoti
What, no choghs?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 30, 2003 02:09 PM
Snap...er.
or - you say potato I say "ghoughpteighbteau"
Posted by boynton at July 30, 2003 02:51 PM
That is beautifully done!
I'm jealous.
Posted by joh at July 30, 2003 09:21 PM
cheers joh, and you know, I came very close to throwing a mackerel into the mix there.
It's a great blog-game.
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 12:37 AM
the way we thread meaning even through the bare bones of links- there is always some biography unfolding, some yarn. in your choices, your tracing of places, like an itinerary. its hidden agenda.
the way certain lines jump out:
the occasion was the tenth anniversary of the sixties appreciation society
the shindig at the mordialloc Life saving club
An image of the empty bandstand
it is like a tide - unrelenting - a link tide of messages - a gulf stream of consciousness. a current of memes.
anyway - with this task we may flounder trying to create some connection between say a Tasmanian trumpeter on a Stanley field, a random quartet (from the vast schools of dance bands of the thirties) and the faces around Sergeant Baker in the Meteorological Officers Course No 11 yet to don their flying gear. And post war the inheritors of demobbed leather jackets can talk about their mystical power, their twentieth century magic.
Comments: ghoti
What, no choghs?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 30, 2003 02:09 PM
Snap...er.
or - you say potato I say "ghoughpteighbteau"
Posted by boynton at July 30, 2003 02:51 PM
That is beautifully done!
I'm jealous.
Posted by joh at July 30, 2003 09:21 PM
cheers joh, and you know, I came very close to throwing a mackerel into the mix there.
It's a great blog-game.
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 12:37 AM
Sunday, July 27, 2003
flo - no e
Boynton will post as normal and go on talking about walking dogs in local park, two of whom now officially qualify as pariahs having first run madly along muddy banks, chasing ducks just as a grandma with parka-d small child points to classic big duck show about to start. Look Look! …a flash of splashing… Ducks fly away quacking in full symphony, in chaos grandma says: naughty dog, and no doubt boynton naughty by association. So ok Flo: first warning, on probation, boynton says, loudly. An ominous lull. In horror boynton stands by as Flo sprints across an oval towards two small dogs with priors. And an irrational phobia about Flo. Who only wants to play – or round things up. Rounding up any such cow-proxy is your standard ACD non-contact sport. All among the wool, boys… Slight skirmish follows, crazy woman cracks up, husband runs and blasts boynton full on, in public, boynton slumps in guilt bashing and nods limply as turning worm has big dancing tantrum and demands the total banishing of Flo from park for good or I’m dobbing. Ok ok ok? Log of claims. . His wool cap mocks his rabid authority. Can you grab your dog! He shouts, dancing…ok…Will you grab your dog!! Ok I will - if you stop moving, boynton says, looping chain around notorious criminal now all dumb submission, and slow foots it back, Flo in tow, as major villain, and b as guilty cohort following – knowing all is lost. Our mad days of running amok as half a pack, as wild out of control pack animals, as a suburban-wolf pack for half an hour now officially kaput kids, off limits. Boynton mourns. Displays a lack of control. Alas this story won’t unfold with a good hollywood twist of bad dog going straight, woman having last laugh, alpha control. No just back to farm for flo probably. It is all out of our control. On the way back Flo follows an arc of a low flying sound skywards from its footpath shadow. Rounding things up. Always on patrol.
Comments: flo - no e
Force feed Flo milk and make her listen to Beethoven.
Posted by Tony.T at July 23, 2003 02:17 PM
too many "ee's" in Beethoven, Tony ;)
For the purposes of this e-less tale, I'll stick with Bach.
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 02:21 PM
Good work. Possibly you could try compromising and ask your local council to match a ban on Flo with a ban on alpha-blokists. This might work as an ambit claim.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 02:54 PM
Nice idea, Gummo.
Actually I think that bloke was only masquerading as an alpha. (He was the beta half of Lady Mac. cracking up in background.) Or else he may have been a local councillor.
We were kinda in the wrong though - and had I been able to use a certain vowel, the word "shame' and "ashamed" would have featured alongside "guilt"...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 03:10 PM
Since your at ease with Es in the comments, may I ask if it was an official off-leash park? Were the objects of Flo's round up attempt leashed?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 03:57 PM
I assume Flo is the one with blue heeler blood?
Sounds like my Australian Shepherd who has taken to nipping at the heels of guests as he tries to herd them out the door when he's tired of their company.
And my beloved grandson ran off in tears when I assured him Skye was only trying to "herd him." He ran and told his mommy that grandpa said that Skye was trying to "hurt" him, and at times it's difficult to tell the difference.
Posted by Loren at July 23, 2003 04:08 PM
Gummo - it is offically free running - but I have to admit that "off leash" doesn't mean "rush" other small dogs etc inducing pink fit.
These two dogs were off the lead too. I can see that the problem is partly theirs - and Flo has had no probs with any other dogs. Other owners have actually enjoyed the work- out their dogs receive from her herding behaviour.
But as we've been warned off by beanie man- and as I concede fault, I think I just have to either avoid park, keep her on the lead, start doing some serious alpha work, or send her back to farm. Moral of story: get a labrador.
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 04:21 PM
Loren - yes she's the famous blue heeler - or the "labrador in the super-hero mask" as I once observed.
It was quite upsetting. My labrador (in his "entire" days) was not the best dog with other males in the park. When this aggression first occurred it was quite baffling and a cause of great dismay : how could this gentle sook turn nasty - a mr Hyde in the park? He's so benign now - and I was getting used to stress-free walks. Alas.
btw - it's a shame your grandson "heard" hurt as "herd"...I had to avoid using that word myself in the exercise. I employed the less expressive but perhaps safer "round" as in "rounded up"...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 04:33 PM
I know Flo. She's the ACD with ADD.
Posted by Nora at July 23, 2003 05:08 PM
Yes but she's "gifted"
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 05:47 PM
When I was a kid we had a border collie with very similar habits. Fortunately he wasn't prone to giving the heel nips that cattle dogs (apparently) give refractory beasts. Right now, I'm glad that Dad never thought to teach the bugger any of those whistle signals they use in field trials.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 05:54 PM
When she first arrived here (see 'alien dog' post?!) she was so untrained that she seemed to know her alternative name - two sharp whistles - as well if not better than her given name.
"Two sharp whistles" is a bit of a mouthful to call - or yell - across an oval, of course...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 06:04 PM
Jeez Leweez, I never spotted the eelessness. Guess I couldn't see the eez in the treez. Hope that makes up for it.
Posted by Tony.T at July 23, 2003 10:35 PM
On the other hand Tee you could have just casually dropped a bit of "degenerescence" or "feebleheartedness" into the comment to bump up the e-quota.
(For those who are wondering why - it's part of the "online project" I mentioned in an earlier post)
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 12:33 PM
What letter was omitted first time 'round? I still find myself waking suddenly during the night, upright & gripped in fear, reliving a short-lived (ha, figure that out) attempt at trying something similar -- inspired by b.
While I have forgiven you for coercing/dragging me through such an unfortunate circumstance/happenstance, I do remember the first sentence being somewhat rewarding. Ever again? I suppose, but this time I will be sure not to 'try' -- it's more fun to let the dachshund take care of the content.
You astound with the ability, and inspire continually.
Please ignore.
Posted by .es at July 24, 2003 04:53 PM
I remember your sentence - and it was rewarding for readers, .es.
It's good to be sentenced in this way: it can generate content almost as easily as a random logarithm thing (providing the "hunds" are in charge of course.)
I hope you serve another sentence. Or a round of sentences for us to enjoy.
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 05:13 PM
But what letter was it? Was it not an 'e' then as well? Or perhaps it was another, easier to escape from. The more elusive-able fun-type thing. I persused b@b**g*p*t but was beaten back by the repeated blows to the face and neck. Someone needs to get a wrangle on these wayward sons.
Has anyone see a little one?
Have not.
x2.
Posted by .es at July 24, 2003 05:22 PM
I bypassed the wayward and googled up the e-lusive entry:
http://boynton.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_boynton_archive.html#93636879
Yes it was an e - but - in that game (as requested by meredith) - you had to, inversely, have NO e-less sentence. Contrary to what was said at the time, I think the first task was slightly harder. Or maybe I just didn't let the dogs into it...
btw: must transfer my archives across soon!
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 05:33 PM
Comments: flo - no e
Force feed Flo milk and make her listen to Beethoven.
Posted by Tony.T at July 23, 2003 02:17 PM
too many "ee's" in Beethoven, Tony ;)
For the purposes of this e-less tale, I'll stick with Bach.
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 02:21 PM
Good work. Possibly you could try compromising and ask your local council to match a ban on Flo with a ban on alpha-blokists. This might work as an ambit claim.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 02:54 PM
Nice idea, Gummo.
Actually I think that bloke was only masquerading as an alpha. (He was the beta half of Lady Mac. cracking up in background.) Or else he may have been a local councillor.
We were kinda in the wrong though - and had I been able to use a certain vowel, the word "shame' and "ashamed" would have featured alongside "guilt"...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 03:10 PM
Since your at ease with Es in the comments, may I ask if it was an official off-leash park? Were the objects of Flo's round up attempt leashed?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 03:57 PM
I assume Flo is the one with blue heeler blood?
Sounds like my Australian Shepherd who has taken to nipping at the heels of guests as he tries to herd them out the door when he's tired of their company.
And my beloved grandson ran off in tears when I assured him Skye was only trying to "herd him." He ran and told his mommy that grandpa said that Skye was trying to "hurt" him, and at times it's difficult to tell the difference.
Posted by Loren at July 23, 2003 04:08 PM
Gummo - it is offically free running - but I have to admit that "off leash" doesn't mean "rush" other small dogs etc inducing pink fit.
These two dogs were off the lead too. I can see that the problem is partly theirs - and Flo has had no probs with any other dogs. Other owners have actually enjoyed the work- out their dogs receive from her herding behaviour.
But as we've been warned off by beanie man- and as I concede fault, I think I just have to either avoid park, keep her on the lead, start doing some serious alpha work, or send her back to farm. Moral of story: get a labrador.
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 04:21 PM
Loren - yes she's the famous blue heeler - or the "labrador in the super-hero mask" as I once observed.
It was quite upsetting. My labrador (in his "entire" days) was not the best dog with other males in the park. When this aggression first occurred it was quite baffling and a cause of great dismay : how could this gentle sook turn nasty - a mr Hyde in the park? He's so benign now - and I was getting used to stress-free walks. Alas.
btw - it's a shame your grandson "heard" hurt as "herd"...I had to avoid using that word myself in the exercise. I employed the less expressive but perhaps safer "round" as in "rounded up"...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 04:33 PM
I know Flo. She's the ACD with ADD.
Posted by Nora at July 23, 2003 05:08 PM
Yes but she's "gifted"
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 05:47 PM
When I was a kid we had a border collie with very similar habits. Fortunately he wasn't prone to giving the heel nips that cattle dogs (apparently) give refractory beasts. Right now, I'm glad that Dad never thought to teach the bugger any of those whistle signals they use in field trials.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 23, 2003 05:54 PM
When she first arrived here (see 'alien dog' post?!) she was so untrained that she seemed to know her alternative name - two sharp whistles - as well if not better than her given name.
"Two sharp whistles" is a bit of a mouthful to call - or yell - across an oval, of course...
Posted by boynton at July 23, 2003 06:04 PM
Jeez Leweez, I never spotted the eelessness. Guess I couldn't see the eez in the treez. Hope that makes up for it.
Posted by Tony.T at July 23, 2003 10:35 PM
On the other hand Tee you could have just casually dropped a bit of "degenerescence" or "feebleheartedness" into the comment to bump up the e-quota.
(For those who are wondering why - it's part of the "online project" I mentioned in an earlier post)
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 12:33 PM
What letter was omitted first time 'round? I still find myself waking suddenly during the night, upright & gripped in fear, reliving a short-lived (ha, figure that out) attempt at trying something similar -- inspired by b.
While I have forgiven you for coercing/dragging me through such an unfortunate circumstance/happenstance, I do remember the first sentence being somewhat rewarding. Ever again? I suppose, but this time I will be sure not to 'try' -- it's more fun to let the dachshund take care of the content.
You astound with the ability, and inspire continually.
Please ignore.
Posted by .es at July 24, 2003 04:53 PM
I remember your sentence - and it was rewarding for readers, .es.
It's good to be sentenced in this way: it can generate content almost as easily as a random logarithm thing (providing the "hunds" are in charge of course.)
I hope you serve another sentence. Or a round of sentences for us to enjoy.
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 05:13 PM
But what letter was it? Was it not an 'e' then as well? Or perhaps it was another, easier to escape from. The more elusive-able fun-type thing. I persused b@b**g*p*t but was beaten back by the repeated blows to the face and neck. Someone needs to get a wrangle on these wayward sons.
Has anyone see a little one?
Have not.
x2.
Posted by .es at July 24, 2003 05:22 PM
I bypassed the wayward and googled up the e-lusive entry:
http://boynton.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_boynton_archive.html#93636879
Yes it was an e - but - in that game (as requested by meredith) - you had to, inversely, have NO e-less sentence. Contrary to what was said at the time, I think the first task was slightly harder. Or maybe I just didn't let the dogs into it...
btw: must transfer my archives across soon!
Posted by boynton at July 24, 2003 05:33 PM
Saturday, July 12, 2003
sunset
Walking around Lat=-37°47'00" Long=+145°02'00" at 17:16 tonight, with all the usual challenges of controlling canines of mixed abilities and behaviour both erratic and predictable, boynton was arrested by the sky, which looked somewhere roughly between this and this. Sometimes the whole web seems too dense and stops making sense. Or else she has reached the place where such delicate sunsets arrest.
Sunday, June 22, 2003
dog signing
Yesterday in our travels we came across this photo of cubs learning their semaphore in 1950's Melbourne. Boynton has recently been thinking of brushing up this skill learnt briefly in Brownies to communicate with her ageing deaf dog. Sign language may be more discreet but less distinctive. According to this training your deaf dog site, hand gestures must be clear, distinguishable from other signs and gestures you commonly use, visible from a distance, and consistent
One of bluejoh's recent links is to this British Sign Language site. This is Please. Seems easy enough. Perhaps not quite assertive enough to be effective with an old alpha male labrador with ingrained status issues. And that gesture seems to suffer from ambiguity. Boynton has probably often signalled Please when she was really feeling Whoops or even perhaps pardon me .Better stick to semaphore, or its variations. Luckily the requisite number of key commands has diminished with time, and we can get by with the usual standards. It was also bluejoh who once pointed us to the Fudebakudo Semaphore Kata Page, so we've extracted a few by way of example:
Walk... Dinner ...Off ... Off the Couch (This series of gestures is pretty much how boynton signals this anyway - expletives non deleted, and the dinner gesture is a mirror of doug's own dinner dance)
This and some supplementary semaphore phrases should see us through.
Comments: dog signing
Slap. Tap. Wave. Flick.
Nup! Works better in person.
Posted by Tony.T at June 23, 2003 04:24 PM
Well of course I can only endorse numbers 2 & 3 -that is, if we're talking dog training, Tony.
(I was going to say "dog whispering" but it's more your "dog shouting" these days)
Posted by boynton at June 23, 2003 06:02 PM
One of bluejoh's recent links is to this British Sign Language site. This is Please. Seems easy enough. Perhaps not quite assertive enough to be effective with an old alpha male labrador with ingrained status issues. And that gesture seems to suffer from ambiguity. Boynton has probably often signalled Please when she was really feeling Whoops or even perhaps pardon me .Better stick to semaphore, or its variations. Luckily the requisite number of key commands has diminished with time, and we can get by with the usual standards. It was also bluejoh who once pointed us to the Fudebakudo Semaphore Kata Page, so we've extracted a few by way of example:
Walk... Dinner ...Off ... Off the Couch (This series of gestures is pretty much how boynton signals this anyway - expletives non deleted, and the dinner gesture is a mirror of doug's own dinner dance)
This and some supplementary semaphore phrases should see us through.
Comments: dog signing
Slap. Tap. Wave. Flick.
Nup! Works better in person.
Posted by Tony.T at June 23, 2003 04:24 PM
Well of course I can only endorse numbers 2 & 3 -that is, if we're talking dog training, Tony.
(I was going to say "dog whispering" but it's more your "dog shouting" these days)
Posted by boynton at June 23, 2003 06:02 PM
Saturday, June 21, 2003
buenos melba
Buenos Aires in the Fifties (via Plep) is a great photographic glimpse of another city,another time.
Was there something reminiscent of Melbourne in the 50's or did we just imagine it - or light it that way, or colourise it, viewing the past through tinted, rose postcard views? That was a melbourne on the brink of demolition or preservation, the whelan the wrecker ball poised above its skyline, debating whether to blitz and build or conserve its strict 132 foot height limits.
A friend of boynton's once returned from Buenos Aires and said it reminded him of Melbourne in its Euro feel, that colonial disjunction. Perhap we're just too keen to keep that compass relative - everyplace as an an analogy to home. It's what boynton often does in cyber space, looks for the local links, the spatial bearings, twinnings, chains, kennings.
Melbourne out-bid Buenos Aires for the right to stage the 1956 Summer Olympics, and there is a Jane Austen Society in both cities.
A surreal link -the great Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges once spent some time in Melbourne and according to Guy Rundle:
Borges found Melbourne to be evocative of Buenos Aires, albeit more staid. The wide Victorian streets and languorous gardens, the tang of rusting air from the wide verandas, the stately trams, the pompous stone buildings shaded by palms - the city had the sort of timelessness that he associated with all southern places. ``Citta metafisica'' he called them ``transcendental cities in which the eternal was open at every moment, where a set of locks in a window in `Glenhuntly' road is as beguiling and mysterious as the sublime shadow of the Shrine at night
Comments: buenos melba
That quote is surreal! I guess it's good old Aussie cultural cringe (whatever that phrase actually means), but I never think of literature legends interacting with the places I know. I love Borges, and I love the way he looked at Melbourne. Thanks for the quote.
Posted by Beth at June 23, 2003 12:19 PM
I know, Beth, it is weird to think of Borges arriving in 1938 Melbourne. Maybe I cringe 'on behalf of' our poor old parochial city with its magnificent, "awe-inspiring" domed reading room.
I knew Ray Lawler and Helen Garner etc wrote there, hadn't heard about Borges.
I wonder if there is an Argentinian equivalent of the cultural cringe, the tyranny of distance etc?
Posted by boynton at June 23, 2003 01:59 PM
Was there something reminiscent of Melbourne in the 50's or did we just imagine it - or light it that way, or colourise it, viewing the past through tinted, rose postcard views? That was a melbourne on the brink of demolition or preservation, the whelan the wrecker ball poised above its skyline, debating whether to blitz and build or conserve its strict 132 foot height limits.
A friend of boynton's once returned from Buenos Aires and said it reminded him of Melbourne in its Euro feel, that colonial disjunction. Perhap we're just too keen to keep that compass relative - everyplace as an an analogy to home. It's what boynton often does in cyber space, looks for the local links, the spatial bearings, twinnings, chains, kennings.
Melbourne out-bid Buenos Aires for the right to stage the 1956 Summer Olympics, and there is a Jane Austen Society in both cities.
A surreal link -the great Argentinian writer Jorge Luis Borges once spent some time in Melbourne and according to Guy Rundle:
Borges found Melbourne to be evocative of Buenos Aires, albeit more staid. The wide Victorian streets and languorous gardens, the tang of rusting air from the wide verandas, the stately trams, the pompous stone buildings shaded by palms - the city had the sort of timelessness that he associated with all southern places. ``Citta metafisica'' he called them ``transcendental cities in which the eternal was open at every moment, where a set of locks in a window in `Glenhuntly' road is as beguiling and mysterious as the sublime shadow of the Shrine at night
Comments: buenos melba
That quote is surreal! I guess it's good old Aussie cultural cringe (whatever that phrase actually means), but I never think of literature legends interacting with the places I know. I love Borges, and I love the way he looked at Melbourne. Thanks for the quote.
Posted by Beth at June 23, 2003 12:19 PM
I know, Beth, it is weird to think of Borges arriving in 1938 Melbourne. Maybe I cringe 'on behalf of' our poor old parochial city with its magnificent, "awe-inspiring" domed reading room.
I knew Ray Lawler and Helen Garner etc wrote there, hadn't heard about Borges.
I wonder if there is an Argentinian equivalent of the cultural cringe, the tyranny of distance etc?
Posted by boynton at June 23, 2003 01:59 PM
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