Tray beans bass attack, bookoo joy water, vent a tair von blinked – fixed bayonet, trivia chivoo.
Boynton broke to the wide, bumf blanking celluloid,
Whackel out parley – say pah - slapped up Bolo the bat compree, general webb’s entaglement, bumf buckshee, tear off a lump, kangaroo feathers
zubrich-farmer parley bounce compree.
bookoo lock-suey, bumf jerks
finance napoo, steve napoo, kamarad napoo, srd
igaree, douse the glim, coushay, mercy blow through, party
(cheating a bit here - not really LOTE but old slang from the AIF...compree?)
Comments: bolo the bat
WT blankety?
Posted by Nora at September 1, 2003 04:45 PM
thanks Nora for prompting translation:
(rough guide only)
excellent drinking session, lots of champagne, quickly got drunk, red wine, trivia feast.
Boynton is broke, little @#$% money,
work out language, don't know, put together this lingo, do you understand? - web equipment - little prize - have a go - impossible
wanker speak - arrogance - yeah?
lots of rain, little exercise,
lover gone, casual acquaintance gone, friend gone.
seldom reaches destination/soon runs dry...
quick, turn off the lights, sleep, thankyou, go away.
Posted by boynton at September 1, 2003 04:53 PM
LOL
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 2, 2003 09:47 AM
Showing posts with label kaleidoscope. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kaleidoscope. Show all posts
Monday, September 01, 2003
Saturday, August 30, 2003
blog games
In addition to kaleidoscope, (which she's finding to be a great content sport for bloggers) boynton's now signed up for blogstop. Addiction issues?
Don't nod.
Comments: blog games
Yet another game to try...
Posted by Bill at August 31, 2003 11:23 PM
Less is so often more...
(Finding It Very Entertaining, Bill)
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2003 11:38 PM
Meetings should be Five Words.
"State of the Union," also...
Posted by Bill at September 1, 2003 06:54 AM
I would second the motion
except I have a dream
Posted by boynton at September 1, 2003 06:58 PM
Don't nod.
Comments: blog games
Yet another game to try...
Posted by Bill at August 31, 2003 11:23 PM
Less is so often more...
(Finding It Very Entertaining, Bill)
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2003 11:38 PM
Meetings should be Five Words.
"State of the Union," also...
Posted by Bill at September 1, 2003 06:54 AM
I would second the motion
except I have a dream
Posted by boynton at September 1, 2003 06:58 PM
Friday, August 29, 2003
cheap cryptic
Several letters to Bonny were ruined from over the ocean in Florida.(7)
update boynton has rarely tried playing this puzzling sport, though she has often heard her father's recitation of abstract clues. So after counsulting the expert,
he has offered the following example, which he claims is closer to the mark
the initial direction separating the child from his weighty capacity?
Comments: cheap cryptic
I give up!
What is it with fathers?
Posted by wen at September 1, 2003 09:52 AM
Yes he was quite dismissive of my first attempt to "ruin" ... boynton... he thought the literary allusion (see ocean) was superfluous - and the town it referred to was too obscure.
the 2nd was actually a co-effort, he suggested the cryptic logic - (the middle N)- I filled in the dots.
must get around to attempting The Age's puzzle on a regular basis.
Glad your comment gave me an excuse to explain the crytptic, wen, I forgot to embed a link within.
Posted by boynton at September 1, 2003 12:46 PM
update boynton has rarely tried playing this puzzling sport, though she has often heard her father's recitation of abstract clues. So after counsulting the expert,
he has offered the following example, which he claims is closer to the mark
the initial direction separating the child from his weighty capacity?
Comments: cheap cryptic
I give up!
What is it with fathers?
Posted by wen at September 1, 2003 09:52 AM
Yes he was quite dismissive of my first attempt to "ruin" ... boynton... he thought the literary allusion (see ocean) was superfluous - and the town it referred to was too obscure.
the 2nd was actually a co-effort, he suggested the cryptic logic - (the middle N)- I filled in the dots.
must get around to attempting The Age's puzzle on a regular basis.
Glad your comment gave me an excuse to explain the crytptic, wen, I forgot to embed a link within.
Posted by boynton at September 1, 2003 12:46 PM
Sunday, August 24, 2003
pidge take 2
Your a Labrador I'm afraid. Your an old slipper, a soft touch, a clumsy dumb dag. Your a dome-headed double-coated wolf-descendent domestic round hound. Your not really hip. Rarely dysplatic - fairly static, often eats plastic. Your kind to your significant others but are sometimes lazy. Your not currently stylish. Because your not regarded as feisty you may be overlooked by those wanting a guard dog, your more a failed guide dog. But maybe one day tuesday who knows you will be well fed by those who like the folk memory of a childhood fido, a kindly shadow, a swinging gait, a gentle wag.
What Is Your Animal Personality?
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(blame kaleidoscope... nb: all yours strictly sic )
Comments: pidge take 2
Nice photo of your crazy dog, Boynton.
Posted by Nora at August 24, 2003 04:58 PM
Yes - Doug as a 4 y old
Once was Devilishly Handsome.
Now is silly distinguished
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2003 05:51 PM
Ouch. That misspelling is beautifully done!
Posted by joh at August 24, 2003 09:12 PM
your too kind, joh.
tho' I have noticed that this seems to be special quiz-dialect?
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2003 10:36 PM
Friday, August 22, 2003
10 things
ten things boynton has learnt this week:
Delphinidae are dolphins and not flowers
of course it was Socrates
a given date
St Kilda football club was formed in 1873
5 odd heads in a trivia team are better than two
Geraldton is windy
application is the word
Mars will next week pass closer to Earth than at any time in the past 57,000 years and one of the world's best viewing point is in the Australian bush.
The way it may end
X is expecting
(for kaliedoscope)
Comments: 10 things
Geraldton's windy alright! I've got a friend who went windsurfing there in 1987 and got blown out to sea and had to spend about five hours paddling back with the sail furled. He was buggered when he got in. Ha Ha. Did I laugh! I still do.
Posted by Pithy at August 22, 2003 01:33 PM
Maybe he was aiming for Heard Island
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2003 01:43 PM
Delphinidae are dolphins and not flowers
of course it was Socrates
a given date
St Kilda football club was formed in 1873
5 odd heads in a trivia team are better than two
Geraldton is windy
application is the word
Mars will next week pass closer to Earth than at any time in the past 57,000 years and one of the world's best viewing point is in the Australian bush.
The way it may end
X is expecting
(for kaliedoscope)
Comments: 10 things
Geraldton's windy alright! I've got a friend who went windsurfing there in 1987 and got blown out to sea and had to spend about five hours paddling back with the sail furled. He was buggered when he got in. Ha Ha. Did I laugh! I still do.
Posted by Pithy at August 22, 2003 01:33 PM
Maybe he was aiming for Heard Island
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2003 01:43 PM
Monday, August 18, 2003
lazy dog
with just five minutes to go boynton quickly claims an extra kaleidoscopic prize
She could have just tried to include a readymade in the everyday bloggage.
Jacqueline was vexed by the folks who got the money prizes
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs
Why did Max become eloquent over a zany gift like jodhpurs?
Comments: lazy dog
Gaudy sexpots have bored few jazzmen lately.
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 05:20 PM
speak for yourself ;)
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 05:31 PM
She could have just tried to include a readymade in the everyday bloggage.
Jacqueline was vexed by the folks who got the money prizes
Pack my box with five dozen liquor jugs
Why did Max become eloquent over a zany gift like jodhpurs?
Comments: lazy dog
Gaudy sexpots have bored few jazzmen lately.
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 05:20 PM
speak for yourself ;)
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 05:31 PM
Friday, August 15, 2003
YOU ARE THE PHATIC FUNCTION
What's Your (Linguistic) Function?
Actually boynton was not really phatic. She was emotive. But the other game demands a subversion of this type, and this literary quiz seemd rather well suited to poetic interpretation. The context bubble graphic came close, but a bottlenose dolphin will win every time.
(via Cassie Lewis via fait accompli)
Thursday, August 14, 2003
beeness
boynton sees that she has been hovering around bees - one of the current kaliedoscope tasks - without even trying. Synchronicity. For instance, the Basho haiku that Robert Hughes referred to ( with a slightly different spin):
How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony
You can see this illustrated with a photo here
And then over at the aptly named about as funny as income tax boynton chanced on the sound that a Hawaiian male bee makes on the point of - bee ecstasy.
Then, again by chance, another quote suddenly darted out:
a bee sleeps in the thicket of my heart: Gide . (via here via Wood s lot).
Almost a swarm.
To add to these wild bees that flew in by themselves, boynton went looking for some links.
A Taste of American Beekeeping History has some great photos of old equipment and clothing.
Though modern protective clothing is just as fascinating. (eg Love this confidence boosting apiary wear.)
The Life of the Bee By Maurice Maeterlink. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1914, described here on the Catalogue page
Not a formal manual of beekeeping, but an interesting lyrical and poetical discourse on the reality of being a bee, with musings on the nature of their civilization, character and behaviours
update: another chance bee just flew in ...scary. (see also paintings. Bunnies and bees)
Comments: beeness
That haiku syllable count's got me worried...
how do you pronounce pe-o-ny?
Posted by Nora at August 14, 2003 03:36 PM
This is almost uncanny. I've been doing quite a bit of research on bees lately--specifically the bumbling sort--and was thinking of them as I stopped by for a visit. I have to say, you're the bee's knees.
Posted by .es at August 14, 2003 03:54 PM
Nora. I'm never the best at syllable-watch in haiku, but that's as was translated. It may have something to do with that controversy about the way "peony" is pronounced? Fred at Fragments had a good post on this once. I believe some people pronounce the O.
and .es, thanks. I've often had that sort of uncanny thing happen.Maybee this beeness is a bit of a zeitgest?
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 04:01 PM
I have a print of that Ryden bee sitting framed on my desk right here.
Posted by .es at August 16, 2003 10:22 AM
The narrative builds...
It was its flight around the screen that really got me. It's a beautiful specimen.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:12 PM
How reluctantly
the bee emerges from deep
within the peony
You can see this illustrated with a photo here
And then over at the aptly named about as funny as income tax boynton chanced on the sound that a Hawaiian male bee makes on the point of - bee ecstasy.
Then, again by chance, another quote suddenly darted out:
a bee sleeps in the thicket of my heart: Gide . (via here via Wood s lot).
Almost a swarm.
To add to these wild bees that flew in by themselves, boynton went looking for some links.
A Taste of American Beekeeping History has some great photos of old equipment and clothing.
Though modern protective clothing is just as fascinating. (eg Love this confidence boosting apiary wear.)
The Life of the Bee By Maurice Maeterlink. New York: Dodd, Mead and Company, 1914, described here on the Catalogue page
Not a formal manual of beekeeping, but an interesting lyrical and poetical discourse on the reality of being a bee, with musings on the nature of their civilization, character and behaviours
update: another chance bee just flew in ...scary. (see also paintings. Bunnies and bees)
Comments: beeness
That haiku syllable count's got me worried...
how do you pronounce pe-o-ny?
Posted by Nora at August 14, 2003 03:36 PM
This is almost uncanny. I've been doing quite a bit of research on bees lately--specifically the bumbling sort--and was thinking of them as I stopped by for a visit. I have to say, you're the bee's knees.
Posted by .es at August 14, 2003 03:54 PM
Nora. I'm never the best at syllable-watch in haiku, but that's as was translated. It may have something to do with that controversy about the way "peony" is pronounced? Fred at Fragments had a good post on this once. I believe some people pronounce the O.
and .es, thanks. I've often had that sort of uncanny thing happen.Maybee this beeness is a bit of a zeitgest?
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 04:01 PM
I have a print of that Ryden bee sitting framed on my desk right here.
Posted by .es at August 16, 2003 10:22 AM
The narrative builds...
It was its flight around the screen that really got me. It's a beautiful specimen.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:12 PM
Wednesday, August 06, 2003
first site
a few years ago, before blogging set in, melbourne theatre company sent boynton a list of www sites on Angels to look up. Being as yet unconnected and a total techno dummy, boynton took this list as a sign that this was indeed the new standard of research, without access to which she could not function as a playwright. So she went to an old Victorian primary School at night, through the door that said "have you remembered your Hat manners", and steathily climbed the stairs, high with children, reputedly haunted, watched in the distance by an elderly vicar/caretaker - and under the modern cursive collages and alongside small chairs, she followed the mysterious instructions which led to a 'handshake" of modem connection - and from that moment was hooked. This was the old encylopaedic transcendental flow of associative thinking. As we all know, this was wandering off on tangents and memories and loose threads of data. etc. Of course there was much marvellous procrastination to attend to that night before looking up Angels. There was Gorillas. This was the first site she ever looked up, though of course it has since changed - as the numbers decline. She had been reading up on the so-called Louis Leakey triumverate of primatologists Jane Goodall, Diann Fossey and Birute Galdikas, but it was the story of Digit (that had made her cry in a public library) which marked the official digital handshake. It's hard to know how accurate or how fresh the figure of 650 on the gorilla splash page is, but elsewhere, with chimpanzees and orangutans the relentless drive towards habitat loss and extinction continues.
She eventually got round to the Angels, and the first glimpse of the eclectic mix of the hand made home page - the ethereal and commercial within all the tiled backgrounds, animated gifs and midi files. After two hours of surf time, boynton crept back down the stairs and across the dark courtyard overseen by possums and priests and took a linear path back to the car. But there began this rather strange journey down the hyper-textual, extra-temporal, multi-linear highway. And this was a good four years before blogging got her.
(for kaleidoscope)
She eventually got round to the Angels, and the first glimpse of the eclectic mix of the hand made home page - the ethereal and commercial within all the tiled backgrounds, animated gifs and midi files. After two hours of surf time, boynton crept back down the stairs and across the dark courtyard overseen by possums and priests and took a linear path back to the car. But there began this rather strange journey down the hyper-textual, extra-temporal, multi-linear highway. And this was a good four years before blogging got her.
(for kaleidoscope)
Tuesday, August 05, 2003
by hand
further transcription from the hospital hour can be
seen here in boynton's own hand.
Perhaps she is revealing too much of her personality traits through her casual t-bars loops and i-dots. (via Cup of Chicha)... but them's the rules.
(Ideally, we would have preferred to upload an image from a cursory bit of generated Cursive if such things had been possible.)
Comments: by hand
De riguer in contemporary primary schools is the " Victorian Modern Cursive" font which generates reams of those pesky Cursive Handwriting worksheets at the merest whim! Not always of particular literary merit...
Posted by Nora at August 5, 2003 10:35 PM
Luckily boynton is not (and has never been) a modern victorian, then Nora.
Nor has she ever been particularly legible.
Posted by boynton at August 5, 2003 10:48 PM
I got white out on the screen.
Posted by Tony.T at August 5, 2003 11:50 PM
seen here in boynton's own hand.
Perhaps she is revealing too much of her personality traits through her casual t-bars loops and i-dots. (via Cup of Chicha)... but them's the rules.
(Ideally, we would have preferred to upload an image from a cursory bit of generated Cursive if such things had been possible.)
Comments: by hand
De riguer in contemporary primary schools is the " Victorian Modern Cursive" font which generates reams of those pesky Cursive Handwriting worksheets at the merest whim! Not always of particular literary merit...
Posted by Nora at August 5, 2003 10:35 PM
Luckily boynton is not (and has never been) a modern victorian, then Nora.
Nor has she ever been particularly legible.
Posted by boynton at August 5, 2003 10:48 PM
I got white out on the screen.
Posted by Tony.T at August 5, 2003 11:50 PM
Monday, August 04, 2003
acronym
Currently lazy and in Melbourne
Her extended Monday is sneakily providing her extra rope in composing acronym lines
Australians do value Antipodean Nova Time - a Greenwich edge.
Comments: acronym
Boynton,
is that east/west hemisphere? You know you always get those datelines and hemispheres confused ;)
Posted by Nora at August 4, 2003 06:35 PM
True, I've got priors. Got to work out this global orbital thing one day.
However it's partly a hemispherical thing, isn't it - the dateline?...And I guess the other part is that old poetic licence.
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 07:40 PM
You might claim it, but I would argue the reverse...
Posted by joh at August 4, 2003 08:32 PM
ok joh - you definitely have the GMT edge in geo- proximity - but we are among the first cabs off the blogosphere/millennium celebrations rank. (And the last sometimes as it turns out). And while you're sleeping we have to grab whatever small competitive loophole the spinning globe gives us. ;)
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 09:36 PM
Her extended Monday is sneakily providing her extra rope in composing acronym lines
Australians do value Antipodean Nova Time - a Greenwich edge.
Comments: acronym
Boynton,
is that east/west hemisphere? You know you always get those datelines and hemispheres confused ;)
Posted by Nora at August 4, 2003 06:35 PM
True, I've got priors. Got to work out this global orbital thing one day.
However it's partly a hemispherical thing, isn't it - the dateline?...And I guess the other part is that old poetic licence.
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 07:40 PM
You might claim it, but I would argue the reverse...
Posted by joh at August 4, 2003 08:32 PM
ok joh - you definitely have the GMT edge in geo- proximity - but we are among the first cabs off the blogosphere/millennium celebrations rank. (And the last sometimes as it turns out). And while you're sleeping we have to grab whatever small competitive loophole the spinning globe gives us. ;)
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 09:36 PM
Saturday, August 02, 2003
boots
Write about something that you haven't particularly thought about for at least five years.
This is a difficult task. Boynton is not being facetious in saying that she can't remember what she has forgotten. The data always seems to be present, recoverable. When it's taken out of the cupboard and examined it doesn't seem to have been neglected, just to have dimmed. Stand-by mode. Last night in that hypnagogic state she tried to recall some missing piece from the jigsaw of people, places, things, skills, names, settings, rules, dates, dreams, sentiments... but drew a blank. The registry possibly gets corrupted with age or denial. Or inversely with age -all memories are safely encoded, at hand, on tap. She doesn't like to think about the things that are lost or even that possibility. Anyway - all she could come up with after half an hour was a pair of boots. And this was only because she had recently found them idling at the back of the wardobe, when she needed a quick costume for a themed party. They were never fashionable - but they were destined to be worn at this event, which is no doubt why many years ago she paid $10 for them at the op-shop (the price still marked loudly on the soles). And as soon as she put them on, she remembered that old boot feeling, that character in the heels again, a bit of bravado as quick as champagne, a little dutch courage. Maybe this is why some actors start with the shoes. And something in the boot was sufficient to channel the sort of themed character she was remembering from the outer reaches of pop culture. (Even though it was probably obvious to no one but herself, who she was, who she was meant to be) These boots are made for walking.
This is a difficult task. Boynton is not being facetious in saying that she can't remember what she has forgotten. The data always seems to be present, recoverable. When it's taken out of the cupboard and examined it doesn't seem to have been neglected, just to have dimmed. Stand-by mode. Last night in that hypnagogic state she tried to recall some missing piece from the jigsaw of people, places, things, skills, names, settings, rules, dates, dreams, sentiments... but drew a blank. The registry possibly gets corrupted with age or denial. Or inversely with age -all memories are safely encoded, at hand, on tap. She doesn't like to think about the things that are lost or even that possibility. Anyway - all she could come up with after half an hour was a pair of boots. And this was only because she had recently found them idling at the back of the wardobe, when she needed a quick costume for a themed party. They were never fashionable - but they were destined to be worn at this event, which is no doubt why many years ago she paid $10 for them at the op-shop (the price still marked loudly on the soles). And as soon as she put them on, she remembered that old boot feeling, that character in the heels again, a bit of bravado as quick as champagne, a little dutch courage. Maybe this is why some actors start with the shoes. And something in the boot was sufficient to channel the sort of themed character she was remembering from the outer reaches of pop culture. (Even though it was probably obvious to no one but herself, who she was, who she was meant to be) These boots are made for walking.
Thursday, July 31, 2003
cameo
a most special guest post by esnet - of speckled and solipsistic fame
Regardless of the humidity, Ms Pea and I had been occupying the evening's time by galloping about in circles outside the house, providing a spectacle for the street and passer-by with our mocking charade of contemporary theatre and with evidence of pleasant mood. Spirits were high and humors good due to a productive day spent darning the details regarding our upcoming literary release, a penny dreadful by the name of Oh No! Miss Morris Has Misplaced a Galosh, penned by us both at the same time.
Things, as they were and continue to be, are of the favorable sort, not to be confused with ordinary times, when things appear to be off on holiday. Which isn't to say that we are ever annoyed at Things behavior regarding performance at work, social graces and attitude, it was simply an observation: Things enjoy a holiday now and then, such as they should.
That being said, it was unfortunate to find Ms Pea so completely lacking in control that when in a fit over our faux-equestrian antics, she threw a whalebone in between heaving courses of laughter. Knowing how tightly Pea is laced, it is needless to say that the recipient of the whalebone --a young boy who's name I was unable to catch along with the projected baleen-- was not pleased when he found the gift embedded in his skull, quite close to his right ear.
Feeling it best, Pea and I vacated briskly, around a corner or two and towards whichever path lead us in the exact opposite direction of the policemen, whose whistles were audible over the rooftops and seemed to be ever near. An altogether different situation is considered desirable when one finds themselves hunted much like a certain other celebrity --a John somebody or other-- and haste was to be listed among friends and acquaintances. So off we went and that is that and such as it is, tiddlty-tot. Ding!
--
POLITICS & WAR ARE MY SHOES
It is of my opinion that it may be preferable for the Empire to skip this whole Boer-problem, as our getting muddled up in it can only lead to an atrocity.
Therefore, I say Sir Kitchener might better spend his time noodling in a pub on Rotherhithe Road, sipping brandy with Kate Douglas Wiggin, basking in glory over his fruitful holiday in Sudan.
--
KITSCH & THYME
Not known for my culinary excellence --though it is known to be on par with my correspondence skills-- I was in need of a recipe in the case Ms Pea startled me with news regarding a funeral, one which we would host complete with full menu. On par with my correspondence and culinary skills is my ability to behave when amongst the populace, and decided it best to be armed lest a sudden case of the societies was to be caught. Therefore, it was to be found:
Cucumber Sandwiches
•One loaf of bread and a knife to slice it, the cucumber(s) and the wrists with
•Two cucumbers of medium build, or one in the event larger varieties are present
•One vessel of cream cheese
Combine in the manner with which one does so wish. We personally and collectively prefer 'The Primrose'.
--
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Address all communication to MME. A. RUPPERT, 6 East 14th Street, New York.
--
SUNDRIES FROM THE UNDERBELLY
Recently, when in a state of fear and panic, we came across the following items to be published here, in this gazette of high esteem:
Pacific Rim Camera Photographica Pages --An online guide to collectable cameras and related stuff
The art of T.L. Solien, T.L. Solien at the Tory Folliard Gallery and T.L. Solien at the Esther M. Klein Art Gallery.
The vision of Ed Paschke, Ed Paschke at Ciocca arte contemporanea with more interest produced upon gazing over the artish offerings on the Ciocca Artisti homepage.
The Seavest Collection of Contemporary Realism ("Contemporary Realism" F.f.T, H.e.h. -s)
--
HUMOROUS
"It is said," he remarked, reflectively, "that women's hands are growing larger." "Yes?" she returned, inquiringly. "Yes," he asserted. "And the worst of it is that there is every likelihood that this tendency will continue." Yes?" she said, in the same inquiring tone. "Yes," he repeated. "You see the bicycle and golf and tennis and other sports that women have recently taken up are responsible for it." "In that case," she said, with a glance at her own dainty hands, "you'd better speak quick if you want a small one." He realized that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he spoke promptly.
-The Chicago Post, Oct. 1896
--
APOLLO, G'S = GANGS OF GREASE
Thank you, Boynton, I hope that wasn't an utter and complete disaster, all apologies are sincere and, therefore, I am sorry.
y.F.
-s
(posted for points on behalf of the blogosphere. With apologies for boyntonising the design )
Comments: cameo
Gosh those are great cameras on your first link s. I'm sure a graphic of one of them would have made the press over at the S Gazette. Maybe the Blair Stereo Weno. (And was that secret politcal content - in camera - given the names of the first two models?)
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 04:56 PM
I truly enjoy the "Rolleiflex Grey Baby" and wouldn't mind obtaining one for my non-existent collection. I've been nurturing a craving for pawn shop/co-op examination, in hope of coming across some of these earlier models. I desperately need something to occupy the old time.
Posted by .es at August 1, 2003 02:28 PM
Regardless of the humidity, Ms Pea and I had been occupying the evening's time by galloping about in circles outside the house, providing a spectacle for the street and passer-by with our mocking charade of contemporary theatre and with evidence of pleasant mood. Spirits were high and humors good due to a productive day spent darning the details regarding our upcoming literary release, a penny dreadful by the name of Oh No! Miss Morris Has Misplaced a Galosh, penned by us both at the same time.
Things, as they were and continue to be, are of the favorable sort, not to be confused with ordinary times, when things appear to be off on holiday. Which isn't to say that we are ever annoyed at Things behavior regarding performance at work, social graces and attitude, it was simply an observation: Things enjoy a holiday now and then, such as they should.
That being said, it was unfortunate to find Ms Pea so completely lacking in control that when in a fit over our faux-equestrian antics, she threw a whalebone in between heaving courses of laughter. Knowing how tightly Pea is laced, it is needless to say that the recipient of the whalebone --a young boy who's name I was unable to catch along with the projected baleen-- was not pleased when he found the gift embedded in his skull, quite close to his right ear.
Feeling it best, Pea and I vacated briskly, around a corner or two and towards whichever path lead us in the exact opposite direction of the policemen, whose whistles were audible over the rooftops and seemed to be ever near. An altogether different situation is considered desirable when one finds themselves hunted much like a certain other celebrity --a John somebody or other-- and haste was to be listed among friends and acquaintances. So off we went and that is that and such as it is, tiddlty-tot. Ding!
--
POLITICS & WAR ARE MY SHOES
It is of my opinion that it may be preferable for the Empire to skip this whole Boer-problem, as our getting muddled up in it can only lead to an atrocity.
Therefore, I say Sir Kitchener might better spend his time noodling in a pub on Rotherhithe Road, sipping brandy with Kate Douglas Wiggin, basking in glory over his fruitful holiday in Sudan.
--
KITSCH & THYME
Not known for my culinary excellence --though it is known to be on par with my correspondence skills-- I was in need of a recipe in the case Ms Pea startled me with news regarding a funeral, one which we would host complete with full menu. On par with my correspondence and culinary skills is my ability to behave when amongst the populace, and decided it best to be armed lest a sudden case of the societies was to be caught. Therefore, it was to be found:
Cucumber Sandwiches
•One loaf of bread and a knife to slice it, the cucumber(s) and the wrists with
•Two cucumbers of medium build, or one in the event larger varieties are present
•One vessel of cream cheese
Combine in the manner with which one does so wish. We personally and collectively prefer 'The Primrose'.
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SUNDRIES FROM THE UNDERBELLY
Recently, when in a state of fear and panic, we came across the following items to be published here, in this gazette of high esteem:
Pacific Rim Camera Photographica Pages --An online guide to collectable cameras and related stuff
The art of T.L. Solien, T.L. Solien at the Tory Folliard Gallery and T.L. Solien at the Esther M. Klein Art Gallery.
The vision of Ed Paschke, Ed Paschke at Ciocca arte contemporanea with more interest produced upon gazing over the artish offerings on the Ciocca Artisti homepage.
The Seavest Collection of Contemporary Realism ("Contemporary Realism" F.f.T, H.e.h. -s)
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HUMOROUS
"It is said," he remarked, reflectively, "that women's hands are growing larger." "Yes?" she returned, inquiringly. "Yes," he asserted. "And the worst of it is that there is every likelihood that this tendency will continue." Yes?" she said, in the same inquiring tone. "Yes," he repeated. "You see the bicycle and golf and tennis and other sports that women have recently taken up are responsible for it." "In that case," she said, with a glance at her own dainty hands, "you'd better speak quick if you want a small one." He realized that it was the opportunity of a lifetime, and he spoke promptly.
-The Chicago Post, Oct. 1896
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APOLLO, G'S = GANGS OF GREASE
Thank you, Boynton, I hope that wasn't an utter and complete disaster, all apologies are sincere and, therefore, I am sorry.
y.F.
-s
(posted for points on behalf of the blogosphere. With apologies for boyntonising the design )
Comments: cameo
Gosh those are great cameras on your first link s. I'm sure a graphic of one of them would have made the press over at the S Gazette. Maybe the Blair Stereo Weno. (And was that secret politcal content - in camera - given the names of the first two models?)
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 04:56 PM
I truly enjoy the "Rolleiflex Grey Baby" and wouldn't mind obtaining one for my non-existent collection. I've been nurturing a craving for pawn shop/co-op examination, in hope of coming across some of these earlier models. I desperately need something to occupy the old time.
Posted by .es at August 1, 2003 02:28 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
Monday, July 28, 2003
worry
Boynton has spent a considerable amount of her time this week, as with all weeks, worrying. Having found out who made the mystery phone call (that she accidentally wiped from her machine) again she has to conclude that such behaviour is probably useless. All things considered. (But that’s if she did consider all things.)
Likewise, the anti-worrying aphorisms provided by sites such as these mostly don't work
Many of the fearful possibilities do not exist outside of our fertile imaginations
Alas, it's that very same small window of existence that keeps us going.
Comments: worry
Damn, I guess not.
Just knowing that "Worry can affect your skin (rash or itch). It can impact your respiratory system and aggravating asthma. Growing evidence even suggests that chronic worry can compromise your immune system, making you more vulnerable to bacteria, viruses, perhaps even cancer." makes me worry about worrying.
Sounds like another Catch-22 to me.
Posted by Loren at July 28, 2003 04:05 PM
Can I catch that condition, Loren?
Yes, medical possibilities are always the worst of imaginative scenarios.
I found some more random fortune-cookie "comfort sayings" at the Worry Bank:
http://www.worrybank.com/comfortsayings.html
but again, they didn't quite wash:
"Things usually seem worse than they really are."
"Cheer up. Things can always be worse. "
Sure about that?...
(and sorry to all for not yet enabling the dreaded html here. Just summoning the nerve)
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 04:21 PM
Boynton, sometimes your life reads like a Thomas Hardy novel - but if you were a character in one of his tales no-one would believe it!!
Posted by Nora at July 28, 2003 04:59 PM
I know - this last incident was "so" late Hardy that even he wouldn't believe it. I almost don't myself.
Some days just lack cred for me, they're so absurd.
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 05:35 PM
Likewise, the anti-worrying aphorisms provided by sites such as these mostly don't work
Many of the fearful possibilities do not exist outside of our fertile imaginations
Alas, it's that very same small window of existence that keeps us going.
Comments: worry
Damn, I guess not.
Just knowing that "Worry can affect your skin (rash or itch). It can impact your respiratory system and aggravating asthma. Growing evidence even suggests that chronic worry can compromise your immune system, making you more vulnerable to bacteria, viruses, perhaps even cancer." makes me worry about worrying.
Sounds like another Catch-22 to me.
Posted by Loren at July 28, 2003 04:05 PM
Can I catch that condition, Loren?
Yes, medical possibilities are always the worst of imaginative scenarios.
I found some more random fortune-cookie "comfort sayings" at the Worry Bank:
http://www.worrybank.com/comfortsayings.html
but again, they didn't quite wash:
"Things usually seem worse than they really are."
"Cheer up. Things can always be worse. "
Sure about that?...
(and sorry to all for not yet enabling the dreaded html here. Just summoning the nerve)
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 04:21 PM
Boynton, sometimes your life reads like a Thomas Hardy novel - but if you were a character in one of his tales no-one would believe it!!
Posted by Nora at July 28, 2003 04:59 PM
I know - this last incident was "so" late Hardy that even he wouldn't believe it. I almost don't myself.
Some days just lack cred for me, they're so absurd.
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 05:35 PM
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 26, 2003
recorder
Preliminary supposition for a good play of the recorder
or How to make a tone on the recorder (translated from the German)
Learning to play the recorder it is recommendable to consult a method-book for recorder playing. It is neccessary to pay attention to the following:
Before playing, the interior of the flute is to be warmed by breathing into it
To start playing the recorder is to be put against the lips and one begins to blow with a light current air.
A soft low blow or an aloud one is quite impossible on a recorder
The blowing in of saliva makes the flute hotter, therefore it is to be recommended to blow as dry as possible.
When playing some together the harmony will be promoted by using recorders of the same producer
A wise player keeps his recorder in a case or carton. he blows a new recorder only a short time in the first days
He protects it against stove and sun heat
He removes after play the humidity with a cleaner
He guards the cut edge against every damage
The interior of maple-recorer-flutes he oils only seldom because the flute being impregnated.
He takes the recorder to pieces carefully to avoid damage of the joint...
This way a wise player preserves a good playing clear toned and sonorous recorder
(thanks to Nora for providing boynton with these wise instructions)
Comments: recorder
Remembers class 1-3, on floor w/ recorder. Cambridge, England. Recital time, thank you, learned instrument. My plimsoles were sticky, I hesitated, then played anyway. All done and three hips to the hooray. I wonder if that was another notch carved into this suicidal staff.
x13.
Posted by .es at July 26, 2003 03:22 PM
my early learning experience of the recorder was quite traumatic too, .es., sans humid plimsoles. I was terrified of my teacher who reported that I seemed too young to take on this task. The next year, new teacher, I thrived - as far one ever can with this sonorous instrument.
Posted by boynton at July 26, 2003 06:07 PM
Why is it called a recorder. 'The bastard Flute' I can understand, but 'recorder' is beyond my grip. It lays on the floor.
Posted by .es at July 27, 2003 10:25 AM
Yes quite baffling.
And I'm sure Nora might agree that "bastard flute" is a better name when faced with the onerous task of teaching the sonorous instrument to a room full of kids. That's a special form of torture for music teachers. I don't think 'some harmony is promoted' at all - more likely 'severe tinnutus'.
(I must confess though - I do actually like the mellow sound of a treble or bass recorder.)
Posted by boynton at July 27, 2003 02:25 PM
I think the wise player puts his recorder in the stove.
Posted by mcb at July 28, 2003 03:22 PM
yes - you wonder what dish the wise player is cookin. Four and twenty recorder pie, maybe?
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 03:45 PM
Silly Sax, Not-so-French Horn, Oblique Oboe, One reed (among other factors) short of a Clarinet. Yet blackish, still brown in the favor. Nary has been heard in the Pit: "Yes, Simmons, that was an A-flat for the recorder, an A-flat."
Posted by at July 28, 2003 04:57 PM
Sorry, I forgot to denote:
x.76, and does an A flatten? I know an E does. Let's switch.
Posted by s at July 28, 2003 05:01 PM
Love that: One reed short of a clarinet, .es.
I could go on at length about my short year of "learning" that instrument - not traumatic just
anecdotal.
And I had to go and check the existence of a flat myself. A flattens - and is nicely ambiguous.
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 05:31 PM
or How to make a tone on the recorder (translated from the German)
Learning to play the recorder it is recommendable to consult a method-book for recorder playing. It is neccessary to pay attention to the following:
Before playing, the interior of the flute is to be warmed by breathing into it
To start playing the recorder is to be put against the lips and one begins to blow with a light current air.
A soft low blow or an aloud one is quite impossible on a recorder
The blowing in of saliva makes the flute hotter, therefore it is to be recommended to blow as dry as possible.
When playing some together the harmony will be promoted by using recorders of the same producer
A wise player keeps his recorder in a case or carton. he blows a new recorder only a short time in the first days
He protects it against stove and sun heat
He removes after play the humidity with a cleaner
He guards the cut edge against every damage
The interior of maple-recorer-flutes he oils only seldom because the flute being impregnated.
He takes the recorder to pieces carefully to avoid damage of the joint...
This way a wise player preserves a good playing clear toned and sonorous recorder
(thanks to Nora for providing boynton with these wise instructions)
Comments: recorder
Remembers class 1-3, on floor w/ recorder. Cambridge, England. Recital time, thank you, learned instrument. My plimsoles were sticky, I hesitated, then played anyway. All done and three hips to the hooray. I wonder if that was another notch carved into this suicidal staff.
x13.
Posted by .es at July 26, 2003 03:22 PM
my early learning experience of the recorder was quite traumatic too, .es., sans humid plimsoles. I was terrified of my teacher who reported that I seemed too young to take on this task. The next year, new teacher, I thrived - as far one ever can with this sonorous instrument.
Posted by boynton at July 26, 2003 06:07 PM
Why is it called a recorder. 'The bastard Flute' I can understand, but 'recorder' is beyond my grip. It lays on the floor.
Posted by .es at July 27, 2003 10:25 AM
Yes quite baffling.
And I'm sure Nora might agree that "bastard flute" is a better name when faced with the onerous task of teaching the sonorous instrument to a room full of kids. That's a special form of torture for music teachers. I don't think 'some harmony is promoted' at all - more likely 'severe tinnutus'.
(I must confess though - I do actually like the mellow sound of a treble or bass recorder.)
Posted by boynton at July 27, 2003 02:25 PM
I think the wise player puts his recorder in the stove.
Posted by mcb at July 28, 2003 03:22 PM
yes - you wonder what dish the wise player is cookin. Four and twenty recorder pie, maybe?
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 03:45 PM
Silly Sax, Not-so-French Horn, Oblique Oboe, One reed (among other factors) short of a Clarinet. Yet blackish, still brown in the favor. Nary has been heard in the Pit: "Yes, Simmons, that was an A-flat for the recorder, an A-flat."
Posted by at July 28, 2003 04:57 PM
Sorry, I forgot to denote:
x.76, and does an A flatten? I know an E does. Let's switch.
Posted by s at July 28, 2003 05:01 PM
Love that: One reed short of a clarinet, .es.
I could go on at length about my short year of "learning" that instrument - not traumatic just
anecdotal.
And I had to go and check the existence of a flat myself. A flattens - and is nicely ambiguous.
Posted by boynton at July 28, 2003 05:31 PM
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