one out of the box
Comments: blog style
Blogging a la minimalist?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 23, 2003 07:36 AM
always wanted to go minimalist ie "Here" or "Good", but as with home furnishing, I let clutter get the better of me.
If you hold the mouse over the title all may be
explained.
Hoping it was a 'neat' way to highlight a post which inspires me.
Posted by boynton at August 23, 2003 11:42 AM
I did - nifty!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 24, 2003 01:40 AM
Friday, August 22, 2003
bumper
following up a recent discussion about bumpers cars, boynton started searching for some pictures of the kind of cars not dodgems she remembered.
It was not an auspcious start.
After so many googlepages of bumpers not dodgems, this picture was about the closest she could find but it's still NQR. These cars might match the scale but not the style of the Luna Park models. Calling all cars for memories.
On the other hand, dodgems not bumpers can be impressive - especially when they're buffalo cat cow mouse and up for sale.
The good thing about the web is that even when you don't find what you're looking for, the red herrings are diverting. There were more bumpers at this site - but they were dodgems not bumpers and they were scale models to build. You can build your own model amusement park. When boynton last looked at the world of miniature enthusiasts, she read of the theory that by minatiaturizing we make the world seem safer. Alas, some of the mini amusement rides seem as dangerous as their larger bretheren. For example the rating for the roller coaster:
Problems with this ride. Coaster operates for a few loops around the track, then track needs adjustment. This causes the cars to jump the track. Very finicky!
Like-wise the dreaded ghost train:
A good looking ride, but with a few problems... Driving chain occasionaly becomes stuck
miss boynton maintains a healthy mistrust of amusment rides on any scale.
Comments: bumper
Yes. The bumpers had a big battery in the boot. Foot on pedal - go - foot off pedal - stop. Like a dodgem without the sparks. Rode around on a smooth polished concrete oval surface.
Posted by Nora at August 22, 2003 04:57 PM
Well, I'm definitely not letting Leslie read this page. I'll never get her on another coaster, even the apparently sedate ones.
Posted by Loren at August 22, 2003 05:11 PM
Nora: glad you confirmed my memory of LP. Was beginning to think I had imagined these cars?
And isn't that "Go/stop" automatic transmission? ...I wish.
Loren, let Leslie read this page. On behalf of the meek and sedate coaster chickens everywhere ;)
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2003 09:23 PM
I used to be a devotee of these rides, but as I'm now older, I'd prefer not to be shaken up or tossed about.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 23, 2003 01:09 AM
very wise, Scott.
actually though, if anything I'm the reverse
Posted by boynton at August 23, 2003 05:43 PM
Yes, it usually works out that way you know.
Me Olsen (Keeping up Apperances)
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 24, 2003 01:41 AM
It was not an auspcious start.
After so many googlepages of bumpers not dodgems, this picture was about the closest she could find but it's still NQR. These cars might match the scale but not the style of the Luna Park models. Calling all cars for memories.
On the other hand, dodgems not bumpers can be impressive - especially when they're buffalo cat cow mouse and up for sale.
The good thing about the web is that even when you don't find what you're looking for, the red herrings are diverting. There were more bumpers at this site - but they were dodgems not bumpers and they were scale models to build. You can build your own model amusement park. When boynton last looked at the world of miniature enthusiasts, she read of the theory that by minatiaturizing we make the world seem safer. Alas, some of the mini amusement rides seem as dangerous as their larger bretheren. For example the rating for the roller coaster:
Problems with this ride. Coaster operates for a few loops around the track, then track needs adjustment. This causes the cars to jump the track. Very finicky!
Like-wise the dreaded ghost train:
A good looking ride, but with a few problems... Driving chain occasionaly becomes stuck
miss boynton maintains a healthy mistrust of amusment rides on any scale.
Comments: bumper
Yes. The bumpers had a big battery in the boot. Foot on pedal - go - foot off pedal - stop. Like a dodgem without the sparks. Rode around on a smooth polished concrete oval surface.
Posted by Nora at August 22, 2003 04:57 PM
Well, I'm definitely not letting Leslie read this page. I'll never get her on another coaster, even the apparently sedate ones.
Posted by Loren at August 22, 2003 05:11 PM
Nora: glad you confirmed my memory of LP. Was beginning to think I had imagined these cars?
And isn't that "Go/stop" automatic transmission? ...I wish.
Loren, let Leslie read this page. On behalf of the meek and sedate coaster chickens everywhere ;)
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2003 09:23 PM
I used to be a devotee of these rides, but as I'm now older, I'd prefer not to be shaken up or tossed about.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 23, 2003 01:09 AM
very wise, Scott.
actually though, if anything I'm the reverse
Posted by boynton at August 23, 2003 05:43 PM
Yes, it usually works out that way you know.
Me Olsen (Keeping up Apperances)
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 24, 2003 01:41 AM
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
Thursday, August 21, 2003
black beauty
as an update to the bicycle horse, Black Beauty and Black Beauty.
Last from the BB catalog at the marvellous bicycle Nostalgic.net via .s .
Last from the BB catalog at the marvellous bicycle Nostalgic.net via .s .
bike whisperer
in a nostalgic mood and around about the Unusual Museums of the Internet, boynton remembered that as a child she would often endow her bicycle as a horse. She dreamt of owning a chestnut, agisting it on the pipe-line, (as people did) but instead rode a beloved hand-me-down malvern star. Sometimes as a horse.
She once wrote a poem containing the lines:
tethering our malvern stars
outside milk bars
This is one of the few vintage malvern star images - (from morwell 1945 via korea) - with the nice line for spins during leisure hours
more nostalgia here at the British Lawnmower Museum Gallery: Allow Nora our Tour Guide To show you round.
Comments: bike whisperer
Methinks you may be feeling a tad http://nostalgic.net/ ? And I see that in the lawnmower gallery they have just the car for me: http://www.lawnmowerworld.co.uk/prod03.htm , finally, I meet my rapid transit.
Excellent finds, all 'round.
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 03:16 PM
Oh what sport! I've only just checked out ONE link on ONE link so far at Nostalgia - but the pictures of saddles are wonderful. Many thanks.
And that car is a find! It's Mine!
I think I once thought that driving a car could be fun. I imagined vehicles like this.
Best driving experience I ever had was in the old Bumper cars at Luna Park - that is, the most confident I ever felt behind a wheel!
(ps - The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Female!)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 03:29 PM
My God- I did exactly the same thing with my Malvern Star too...
Posted by mcb at August 21, 2003 04:02 PM
They were good sound horses weren't they, mcb.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 04:06 PM
I'm glad someone else has memories of bumper cars being fun. I went on a bumper car ride at the local show recently (with 10 year old daughter) and it was not the remembered experience! The cars bumped and jerked and crunched and crashed, but never actually seemed to drive - I'm sure they did when I was a kid .... am I right, or should I just book myself into a museum?
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 06:19 PM
I don't know how the modern ones compare - all I remember is a very pleasant experience when I was about 8 or 9 driving at Luna Park with my oldest sister. They did drive, I'm sure.
Perhaps the scale suits kids better - or perhpas the style was better then?
I preferred them to the dodgems, because I didn't like the sparks! (I was a rather sensitive child)
Interesting ground, wen, and prompts me to do some research.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 06:26 PM
Oh - I think I've confused bumper cars with dodgems - these ones definitely had sparks. Maybe they don't make bumper cars anymore.
Not sensitive, Boynton, sensible.
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 06:35 PM
Well bumpers certainly spoiled me for driving anyway, wen. Where else can you slowly trundle around in vintage vehicles and bump others almost with affection and definitely with impunity?
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 06:50 PM
I did try affectionately bumping (more of a pat, really) a telegraph pole with a vintage volvo once....
The pole was quite unscathed.
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 08:00 PM
Yes I bumped a window with an old Valiant on my L plates. My reversing has never been very friendly
(btw The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Female!)
Sexist git ;)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:31 PM
I think my namesake advocates the self starter. In this Nora's experience the mower never does - or only after she's achieved mower-rage induced apoplexy. Not a good look.
Posted by Nora at August 21, 2003 11:41 PM
She once wrote a poem containing the lines:
tethering our malvern stars
outside milk bars
This is one of the few vintage malvern star images - (from morwell 1945 via korea) - with the nice line for spins during leisure hours
more nostalgia here at the British Lawnmower Museum Gallery: Allow Nora our Tour Guide To show you round.
Comments: bike whisperer
Methinks you may be feeling a tad http://nostalgic.net/ ? And I see that in the lawnmower gallery they have just the car for me: http://www.lawnmowerworld.co.uk/prod03.htm , finally, I meet my rapid transit.
Excellent finds, all 'round.
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 03:16 PM
Oh what sport! I've only just checked out ONE link on ONE link so far at Nostalgia - but the pictures of saddles are wonderful. Many thanks.
And that car is a find! It's Mine!
I think I once thought that driving a car could be fun. I imagined vehicles like this.
Best driving experience I ever had was in the old Bumper cars at Luna Park - that is, the most confident I ever felt behind a wheel!
(ps - The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Female!)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 03:29 PM
My God- I did exactly the same thing with my Malvern Star too...
Posted by mcb at August 21, 2003 04:02 PM
They were good sound horses weren't they, mcb.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 04:06 PM
I'm glad someone else has memories of bumper cars being fun. I went on a bumper car ride at the local show recently (with 10 year old daughter) and it was not the remembered experience! The cars bumped and jerked and crunched and crashed, but never actually seemed to drive - I'm sure they did when I was a kid .... am I right, or should I just book myself into a museum?
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 06:19 PM
I don't know how the modern ones compare - all I remember is a very pleasant experience when I was about 8 or 9 driving at Luna Park with my oldest sister. They did drive, I'm sure.
Perhaps the scale suits kids better - or perhpas the style was better then?
I preferred them to the dodgems, because I didn't like the sparks! (I was a rather sensitive child)
Interesting ground, wen, and prompts me to do some research.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 06:26 PM
Oh - I think I've confused bumper cars with dodgems - these ones definitely had sparks. Maybe they don't make bumper cars anymore.
Not sensitive, Boynton, sensible.
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 06:35 PM
Well bumpers certainly spoiled me for driving anyway, wen. Where else can you slowly trundle around in vintage vehicles and bump others almost with affection and definitely with impunity?
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 06:50 PM
I did try affectionately bumping (more of a pat, really) a telegraph pole with a vintage volvo once....
The pole was quite unscathed.
Posted by wen at August 21, 2003 08:00 PM
Yes I bumped a window with an old Valiant on my L plates. My reversing has never been very friendly
(btw The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Female!)
Sexist git ;)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:31 PM
I think my namesake advocates the self starter. In this Nora's experience the mower never does - or only after she's achieved mower-rage induced apoplexy. Not a good look.
Posted by Nora at August 21, 2003 11:41 PM
warped
yesterday boynton confirmed her theory about this suburb being a little warped
(temporally). The cream brick in weak blue winter sunshine , the empty streets with slow moving traffic, the man at the bus stop who chatted in an old dialect before chirping: here it is- right on time, as the bus pulled up, and nodded farewell before alighting. A sort of time travel. As she descended down the boulevard, the city suddenly rose like a panoramic postcard, and over the bridge it was straight back into full on grunge, with cartoon factory roofs, bits of public domestic and raging roads. Even though she misses the street fest, she's developing a bit of a taste for backwater - where the op shop women mutter low: I always keep an eye on any penguins coming in...as long as the wild nostalgia is never noted on sales boards.
(temporally). The cream brick in weak blue winter sunshine , the empty streets with slow moving traffic, the man at the bus stop who chatted in an old dialect before chirping: here it is- right on time, as the bus pulled up, and nodded farewell before alighting. A sort of time travel. As she descended down the boulevard, the city suddenly rose like a panoramic postcard, and over the bridge it was straight back into full on grunge, with cartoon factory roofs, bits of public domestic and raging roads. Even though she misses the street fest, she's developing a bit of a taste for backwater - where the op shop women mutter low: I always keep an eye on any penguins coming in...as long as the wild nostalgia is never noted on sales boards.
Wednesday, August 20, 2003
gender genie
boynton ran some posts through this gender genie and found out she was in fact female. (via Anil's links)
Comments: gender genie
I tried it with a post of mine that had some large quotes from another man. Gender Genie decided we were both female.
Posted by James Russell at August 20, 2003 04:40 PM
well I should confess that it was the link-less "writing" posts that were female.
a couple of the short link-heavy posts were deemed male. Guess they may have some tweaking to do?
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 04:46 PM
always a relief to have it confirmed.
I'm off to check too.
Posted by mcb at August 20, 2003 05:07 PM
Well, I'm a bloke.
It's my muscular prose I guess.
wenceslas
Posted by wen at August 20, 2003 08:27 PM
Seems to think I'm of the fairer persuasion. Thank goodness for that!
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 11:27 AM
Yes indeed .es.
Still with 42% accuracy, the gender genie needs a bit of radium methinks.
I just ran my first comment through it.
"The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Male!"
What is male about it? I was once told by a dramturg not to begin sentences with "well" - and I suspected this was because it was, as wen (wences-lass?) might say, non-muscular.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:40 AM
You just brought to my attention a new bit about this which I enjoy: The excitement with which it presents itself. "Male!" "Female!" Yes, very good little Genie-Friend!
Posted by at August 21, 2003 01:58 PM
That was me, sorry.
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 01:59 PM
I noticed that ! .es. Maybe that is the key to the magic.
I submitted both your comments to the GG and he declared them to be ... Female!
and he thinks this last passage is... Male!
a new trick: try to write a sentence for a specific outcome - and see what he thinks. My experiments have shown that every word and every stray ellipse seems to count... (Female!)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 02:32 PM
Comments: gender genie
I tried it with a post of mine that had some large quotes from another man. Gender Genie decided we were both female.
Posted by James Russell at August 20, 2003 04:40 PM
well I should confess that it was the link-less "writing" posts that were female.
a couple of the short link-heavy posts were deemed male. Guess they may have some tweaking to do?
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 04:46 PM
always a relief to have it confirmed.
I'm off to check too.
Posted by mcb at August 20, 2003 05:07 PM
Well, I'm a bloke.
It's my muscular prose I guess.
wenceslas
Posted by wen at August 20, 2003 08:27 PM
Seems to think I'm of the fairer persuasion. Thank goodness for that!
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 11:27 AM
Yes indeed .es.
Still with 42% accuracy, the gender genie needs a bit of radium methinks.
I just ran my first comment through it.
"The Gender Genie thinks the author of this passage is: Male!"
What is male about it? I was once told by a dramturg not to begin sentences with "well" - and I suspected this was because it was, as wen (wences-lass?) might say, non-muscular.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:40 AM
You just brought to my attention a new bit about this which I enjoy: The excitement with which it presents itself. "Male!" "Female!" Yes, very good little Genie-Friend!
Posted by at August 21, 2003 01:58 PM
That was me, sorry.
Posted by .es at August 21, 2003 01:59 PM
I noticed that ! .es. Maybe that is the key to the magic.
I submitted both your comments to the GG and he declared them to be ... Female!
and he thinks this last passage is... Male!
a new trick: try to write a sentence for a specific outcome - and see what he thinks. My experiments have shown that every word and every stray ellipse seems to count... (Female!)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 02:32 PM
local rules
Slowdown, wisdom comes through WALKING, talking and listening.
One of the "Rules for Local Distinctiveness" at Common Ground (via Interconnected)
also here Losing Your Place
Local distinctiveness is essentially about places and our relationship with them. It is as much about the commonplace as about the rare, about the everyday as much as the endangered, and about the ordinary as much as the spectacular...
The forces of homogenisation rob us of visible and invisible things which have meaning to us, they devalue our longitudinal wisdom and erase the fragments from which to piece together the stories of nature and history through which our humanity is fed. They stunt our sensibilities and starve our imagination.
One of the "Rules for Local Distinctiveness" at Common Ground (via Interconnected)
also here Losing Your Place
Local distinctiveness is essentially about places and our relationship with them. It is as much about the commonplace as about the rare, about the everyday as much as the endangered, and about the ordinary as much as the spectacular...
The forces of homogenisation rob us of visible and invisible things which have meaning to us, they devalue our longitudinal wisdom and erase the fragments from which to piece together the stories of nature and history through which our humanity is fed. They stunt our sensibilities and starve our imagination.
Tuesday, August 19, 2003
will u still need me?
(via the presurfer)
Comments: will u still need me?
Hmm - your goodness went up (to 78%) by posting this.
Posted by Ole at August 20, 2003 04:55 AM
Yes Ole, I noticed that shortly after posting - but was locked into my title ;)
Instant redemption. They get you in.
It will be interesting to see how the next run of posts will affect my rating.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 08:27 AM
50/50 me. Tee Hee.
Posted by Pithy at August 22, 2003 01:34 PM
No - that can't possibly be right - unless evil is the new cordial ;)
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2003 02:11 PM
health physics
The "Radium Dance" was written by Jean Schwartz for the Broadway musical "Piff! Paff! Pouf!"
(from the Health Physics Historical Instrumentation Museum Collection via Speckled Paint)
see also some spam c 1930 for Weak Discouraged Men!
Comments: health physics
Piff! Paff! Pouf! The noise emitted after a radium suppository - WHOOF! Played the "Radium Dance"...Schwartz has a gift...
Posted by Nora at August 19, 2003 10:58 PM
cheers, Nora, suspect my gematriculator rating has just dropped.
(Unless "suppository" bumps up the "seven" count)
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2003 11:01 PM
(from the Health Physics Historical Instrumentation Museum Collection via Speckled Paint)
see also some spam c 1930 for Weak Discouraged Men!
Comments: health physics
Piff! Paff! Pouf! The noise emitted after a radium suppository - WHOOF! Played the "Radium Dance"...Schwartz has a gift...
Posted by Nora at August 19, 2003 10:58 PM
cheers, Nora, suspect my gematriculator rating has just dropped.
(Unless "suppository" bumps up the "seven" count)
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2003 11:01 PM
max
Why did Max become eloquent over a zany gift like jodhpurs? has quickly become boynton's favourite sentence. She has mused over the panagram, meditatively repeating it within the koan zone of pre sleep.
Why did Max become eloquent over a zany gift like jodhpurs? etc.
Sometimes you take things to google in an act of faith -and failing that magic: there'll be some unconscious connection out there known only to google. One of the pages it returned was this who where family history page with unsolved mysteries within photographs. If you scroll down you'll see that the photo of a Young man in jodhpurs & Dot with curly locks. May 19, 1918 has now been solved. But boynton was so taken by the first image that she forgot about Max. We think that's Lell on the left. The next, we don't know... Boynton has always had a soft spot for these unknowns, unidentifieds, friends in group photographs, the hostages of gatherings, imposters at picnics, undercover footballers, wedding spies. The anonymous possess such narrative power. It diminishes with every unearthed detail.
Meanwhile : why did Max ...?
Comments: max
Why did ...
Because he's kinky! Simple when you know how, Miss b!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 20, 2003 12:48 AM
Ah, Mr W... The kinky aspect was not completely missed by miss b. (And she even saw some kinkylinks to zany kinkyland from "jodphurs" that she chose not to pursue - even in the name of narrative mystery.)
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 01:01 AM
A spiffing sentence, I'll allow. Although my favourite remains, "Jack, you have debauched my sloth." (*HMS Surprise*)
Posted by Rob Schaap at August 20, 2003 09:36 PM
I have just added yours to the inventory, Rob.
(and the Suprise itself)
For some reason it reminds me of a Shakesperian quote one of my sisters was quite fond of:
"thou hast comforted me marvellous much." Juliet
(in the "not" sense of course)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:49 AM
Why did Max become eloquent over a zany gift like jodhpurs? etc.
Sometimes you take things to google in an act of faith -and failing that magic: there'll be some unconscious connection out there known only to google. One of the pages it returned was this who where family history page with unsolved mysteries within photographs. If you scroll down you'll see that the photo of a Young man in jodhpurs & Dot with curly locks. May 19, 1918 has now been solved. But boynton was so taken by the first image that she forgot about Max. We think that's Lell on the left. The next, we don't know... Boynton has always had a soft spot for these unknowns, unidentifieds, friends in group photographs, the hostages of gatherings, imposters at picnics, undercover footballers, wedding spies. The anonymous possess such narrative power. It diminishes with every unearthed detail.
Meanwhile : why did Max ...?
Comments: max
Why did ...
Because he's kinky! Simple when you know how, Miss b!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 20, 2003 12:48 AM
Ah, Mr W... The kinky aspect was not completely missed by miss b. (And she even saw some kinkylinks to zany kinkyland from "jodphurs" that she chose not to pursue - even in the name of narrative mystery.)
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 01:01 AM
A spiffing sentence, I'll allow. Although my favourite remains, "Jack, you have debauched my sloth." (*HMS Surprise*)
Posted by Rob Schaap at August 20, 2003 09:36 PM
I have just added yours to the inventory, Rob.
(and the Suprise itself)
For some reason it reminds me of a Shakesperian quote one of my sisters was quite fond of:
"thou hast comforted me marvellous much." Juliet
(in the "not" sense of course)
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2003 11:49 AM
Monday, August 18, 2003
poetic dog
Poetry Dog Tags (via bifurcated rivets)
Imagine someone walked up to you and handed you a tin filled with two-hundred and fifty metal dog tags each baring a single word (along with a chain to string them on) and said to you, "You have a voice, so wear it!" Ginger Rudolph
Although she likes the idea of an assemblage of clinking metal words to wear, when she saw Poetry Dog Tags bonyton had been thinking less imaginatively or more literally. She thought it would be lines to your dog, a bit of doggerel to supplement the vital statistics of name and telephone number.
Eg Doug - good for a hug ....Bronte - no relation to Emily....Flo - Just say No... etc. We'll work on the idea further.
Comments: poetic dog
Abby - cloudy-eyed ugly
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 05:18 PM
But if ever she should wander, Nora, her tag should contain useful geographical info. eg
"Lights on.
Nobody Home"
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 05:30 PM
Imagine someone walked up to you and handed you a tin filled with two-hundred and fifty metal dog tags each baring a single word (along with a chain to string them on) and said to you, "You have a voice, so wear it!" Ginger Rudolph
Although she likes the idea of an assemblage of clinking metal words to wear, when she saw Poetry Dog Tags bonyton had been thinking less imaginatively or more literally. She thought it would be lines to your dog, a bit of doggerel to supplement the vital statistics of name and telephone number.
Eg Doug - good for a hug ....Bronte - no relation to Emily....Flo - Just say No... etc. We'll work on the idea further.
Comments: poetic dog
Abby - cloudy-eyed ugly
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 05:18 PM
But if ever she should wander, Nora, her tag should contain useful geographical info. eg
"Lights on.
Nobody Home"
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 05:30 PM
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
funny films
Reader's Digest The 104 Funniest Films Ever (via J Walk)
boynton is glad to see some of her faves up there - thin man, holiday, hulot, strangelove, producers... but would like to put in a bid for The Palm Beach Story
(and not just because of Joel Mcrea - Boynton's object of desire in Our Little Girl)
This summary was found at another cinematic cluster 100 great films
See also an excerpt from TPBS at the official Preston Sturges site
Comments: funny films
No A Private Function?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 18, 2003 02:54 PM
No... 106 and 'rising'
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 03:03 PM
No Ladykillers. No sign of The Wrong Box. So the list has a couple more to go. Shame it's also only geared to features, else Laurel and Hardy's classic shorts The Music Box and Big Business would have to be there too, as would Buster Keaton's Sherlock Jr.
Is there any rationale for such an odd number as 104?
Posted by James Russell at August 18, 2003 06:52 PM
Can see no rationale. Suspect it's funny.
I nominated The PBS as a nominal gesture, really, there are so many others off the list - including shorts. Perhaps the magic number can accomodate fractions - and the list will swell to, say, 135.73?
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 07:03 PM
No What's Up Doc?
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 10:47 PM
Nor Doc in the house/clover/sea Nora.
No (James Robertson) Justice
and no Zelig.
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 10:59 PM
boynton is glad to see some of her faves up there - thin man, holiday, hulot, strangelove, producers... but would like to put in a bid for The Palm Beach Story
(and not just because of Joel Mcrea - Boynton's object of desire in Our Little Girl)
This summary was found at another cinematic cluster 100 great films
See also an excerpt from TPBS at the official Preston Sturges site
Comments: funny films
No A Private Function?
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 18, 2003 02:54 PM
No... 106 and 'rising'
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 03:03 PM
No Ladykillers. No sign of The Wrong Box. So the list has a couple more to go. Shame it's also only geared to features, else Laurel and Hardy's classic shorts The Music Box and Big Business would have to be there too, as would Buster Keaton's Sherlock Jr.
Is there any rationale for such an odd number as 104?
Posted by James Russell at August 18, 2003 06:52 PM
Can see no rationale. Suspect it's funny.
I nominated The PBS as a nominal gesture, really, there are so many others off the list - including shorts. Perhaps the magic number can accomodate fractions - and the list will swell to, say, 135.73?
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 07:03 PM
No What's Up Doc?
Posted by Nora at August 18, 2003 10:47 PM
Nor Doc in the house/clover/sea Nora.
No (James Robertson) Justice
and no Zelig.
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 10:59 PM
Saturday, August 16, 2003
blackout
after the googling, the real mcCoy: a wonderful poetic post on the NY blackout by Nada Gordon at ululations (via fait accompli)
My feet are holding out fine (OK I'm still in the present here, let's keep it the present then) and so is my energy except that I'm starting to get that feeling of my head being a bit swirly. It's hot and so crowded and I have no details. Is this terrorism?
My feet are holding out fine (OK I'm still in the present here, let's keep it the present then) and so is my energy except that I'm starting to get that feeling of my head being a bit swirly. It's hot and so crowded and I have no details. Is this terrorism?
plath engineering
Actually that fruitless pursuit of the Plath quote turned up a strange page. This
fill-in-the-gap style search site promises articles on sylvia plath on famous television shows, sylvia plath on the anatomy of human beings, current events: sylvia plath on what is happening in the world and Miscellaneous sylvia plath sylvia plath that don't fit into any other categories. Alas, the searches prove fairly elusive. But boynton found Sylvia Plath Engineering so intriguing and poetic a concept that she thought the only thing for it was a Googlepoem. Here are some edited couplets freshly compiled:
plath sylvia plath on engineering
engineering, accounting, working
Nonfiction Technical Romance Sports
the engineering part poets
own sketches the: Cognitive
by Sylvia Plath. - - "You leave
to express deep emotions toward
Lilacs Last in the Dooryard
engineering. A Marriage of True
and as scaffolds for tissue
fill-in-the-gap style search site promises articles on sylvia plath on famous television shows, sylvia plath on the anatomy of human beings, current events: sylvia plath on what is happening in the world and Miscellaneous sylvia plath sylvia plath that don't fit into any other categories. Alas, the searches prove fairly elusive. But boynton found Sylvia Plath Engineering so intriguing and poetic a concept that she thought the only thing for it was a Googlepoem. Here are some edited couplets freshly compiled:
plath sylvia plath on engineering
engineering, accounting, working
Nonfiction Technical Romance Sports
the engineering part poets
own sketches the: Cognitive
by Sylvia Plath. - - "You leave
to express deep emotions toward
Lilacs Last in the Dooryard
engineering. A Marriage of True
and as scaffolds for tissue
reads
Fragments - from Floyd recommends The Sun magazine. From the about page:
The Sun isn't "literary" or "political" or "spiritual" in the usual sense. It begins where those labels end, which is where life gets interesting. Each month, in essays, stories, interviews, and poetry, people write in The Sun of their struggle to understand their lives, often baring themselves with surprising intimacy.
Letter From Yale by Helena Echlin (via newthings)
Included in Helena Echlin's observations is the corporate culture of the university
Grooming oneself into a marketable academic is now the thing – forget about the pursuit of truth and beauty
and also the loss of pleasure in reading in this academic industry
No one has mentioned enjoying a book. Analysis is practised completely free of evaluation. Manifestly, analysis is more important than the texts themselves...
Echlin also reflects on that old dilemma: Literature v Writing.
Boynton was reminded of Sylvia Plath's experience of trying to balance teaching and writing. This is somewhere in the Journals c 1957, but alas, boynton hasn't beeen able to track down the exact passage of text . Another quote from her journals is along the same lines - of wanting to be the subject of academic inquiry, rather than student.
It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me." (source)
Comments: reads
"I want someone to mouth me"
Pardon me for giggling, but these literary allusions crack me up sometimes.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:21 PM
Yeth - even though it's Plath, Mith Boynton is slightly blushing now at posting such an allusion. Can you believe she didn't see it until now!
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:19 PM
Bit of an oral girl, Sylvia - what with the cheek biting incident 'n all. Suspect she really wanted to be bit.
Posted by wen at August 18, 2003 01:40 PM
Yes the cheek biting incident has always troubled me, Wen. Still - it's all fodder for famous poetry I suppose.
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 01:58 PM
The Sun isn't "literary" or "political" or "spiritual" in the usual sense. It begins where those labels end, which is where life gets interesting. Each month, in essays, stories, interviews, and poetry, people write in The Sun of their struggle to understand their lives, often baring themselves with surprising intimacy.
Letter From Yale by Helena Echlin (via newthings)
Included in Helena Echlin's observations is the corporate culture of the university
Grooming oneself into a marketable academic is now the thing – forget about the pursuit of truth and beauty
and also the loss of pleasure in reading in this academic industry
No one has mentioned enjoying a book. Analysis is practised completely free of evaluation. Manifestly, analysis is more important than the texts themselves...
Echlin also reflects on that old dilemma: Literature v Writing.
Boynton was reminded of Sylvia Plath's experience of trying to balance teaching and writing. This is somewhere in the Journals c 1957, but alas, boynton hasn't beeen able to track down the exact passage of text . Another quote from her journals is along the same lines - of wanting to be the subject of academic inquiry, rather than student.
It is sad to be able only to mouth other poets. I want someone to mouth me." (source)
Comments: reads
"I want someone to mouth me"
Pardon me for giggling, but these literary allusions crack me up sometimes.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:21 PM
Yeth - even though it's Plath, Mith Boynton is slightly blushing now at posting such an allusion. Can you believe she didn't see it until now!
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:19 PM
Bit of an oral girl, Sylvia - what with the cheek biting incident 'n all. Suspect she really wanted to be bit.
Posted by wen at August 18, 2003 01:40 PM
Yes the cheek biting incident has always troubled me, Wen. Still - it's all fodder for famous poetry I suppose.
Posted by boynton at August 18, 2003 01:58 PM
Friday, August 15, 2003
ringtone
As Above links to a Guardian article about the ubiquitous universal Nokia ringtone... and a midi file of its musical source. Boynton (who owns no mobile, downloads no weekly ringtone but knows her nokias alas) was so fascinated that the guitar version is now stuck, imbedded in her head. She'll be off learning the tabs soon.
Comments: ringtone
Just now made the switch back to Nokia. Love that tone!
Posted by Nora at August 16, 2003 06:29 PM
Maybe the default tone is the least obnoxious birdsong going? ie No choice. Better than that bad 'good vibrations' I linked to the other day.
At least I can put the Nokia waltz in context now.
(I just wish I could get it out of the context of my head!)
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 07:44 PM
Comments: ringtone
Just now made the switch back to Nokia. Love that tone!
Posted by Nora at August 16, 2003 06:29 PM
Maybe the default tone is the least obnoxious birdsong going? ie No choice. Better than that bad 'good vibrations' I linked to the other day.
At least I can put the Nokia waltz in context now.
(I just wish I could get it out of the context of my head!)
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 07:44 PM
best teapot
Isn't this the best teapot around?
via Making Light Particles, which features a few sample pages.
boynton also likes the toaster, the computer (perfect for bloggers ) and the Rayburn stove - although if her mother had a teapot like this, it would be camouflaged, it would blend so well into the background, the teapot would never be found.
She also likes the cake, but she'll take the caravan.
Comments: best teapot
What about us coffeedrinkers?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 01:25 AM
You'll just have to make coffee with the Birko.
You'll find it up in the cupboard inside the caravan. Don't steal it.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:17 PM
"sniff" and instant coffee too, I notice...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 11:53 PM
don't knock the Pablo.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 12:20 AM
You dine well in Far Kew, I see...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:17 PM
we try to live up to our name.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:49 PM
via Making Light Particles, which features a few sample pages.
boynton also likes the toaster, the computer (perfect for bloggers ) and the Rayburn stove - although if her mother had a teapot like this, it would be camouflaged, it would blend so well into the background, the teapot would never be found.
She also likes the cake, but she'll take the caravan.
Comments: best teapot
What about us coffeedrinkers?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 01:25 AM
You'll just have to make coffee with the Birko.
You'll find it up in the cupboard inside the caravan. Don't steal it.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:17 PM
"sniff" and instant coffee too, I notice...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 11:53 PM
don't knock the Pablo.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 12:20 AM
You dine well in Far Kew, I see...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:17 PM
we try to live up to our name.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:49 PM
best
well the worm did not do its worst after all but seems to have passed us by. It was perhaps unfortunate that boynton caught the tail end of the computer talk-back segment on 774 yesterday, which like any DIY diagnostics forum, is fodder for fear. (for those of us with the worry gene anyway)
And...Speckled Paint is back. And boynton is already pinching a link
Mom-prepared lunches from vintage lunchbox ads
And...Speckled Paint is back. And boynton is already pinching a link
Mom-prepared lunches from vintage lunchbox ads
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
worst case
don't know if we'll be game to switch on the PC tomorrow, and may instead have a mini-hiatus while the worm does its worst. So just in case, boynton's probably over-blogging today.
The worst case scenario site (via J walk) is a scary site for neurotics. All these new cases to prepare for.
Boynton once flicked through the print version of Dating and Sex Survival (see the Scenario Archives) at the local op shop referred to yesterday. She had a read before placing it back on the table where it was swooped upon and snapped up by a man who dispatched it forthwith to the sales counter. (Maybe he was an axe-murderer.) It is amusing to read the strategies for How to Escape from a Bad Date Boynton is always looking for escape routes under any circumstances, but would be reluctant to go for the "fake an emergency" plan. Too schooled in impro, where big is often best, the credibilty of her heightened scenario might be strained. Better to go for the challenging change of appearance strategy.
(Maybe the knitted vending machine (via Gianna) would be useful in these circumstances, to blend into the background.)
The worst case scenario site (via J walk) is a scary site for neurotics. All these new cases to prepare for.
Boynton once flicked through the print version of Dating and Sex Survival (see the Scenario Archives) at the local op shop referred to yesterday. She had a read before placing it back on the table where it was swooped upon and snapped up by a man who dispatched it forthwith to the sales counter. (Maybe he was an axe-murderer.) It is amusing to read the strategies for How to Escape from a Bad Date Boynton is always looking for escape routes under any circumstances, but would be reluctant to go for the "fake an emergency" plan. Too schooled in impro, where big is often best, the credibilty of her heightened scenario might be strained. Better to go for the challenging change of appearance strategy.
(Maybe the knitted vending machine (via Gianna) would be useful in these circumstances, to blend into the background.)
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 13, 2003
hitch
better catch Hitch's birthday - marked by google (which is sort of like a universal billboard or cyberspace blimp)
photographs of Hitchcock at work (via Incoming Signals)
Earlier boynton had enjoyed viewing the titles of both Psycho and North By Northwest (and hearing Herrmann) at this Saul Bass site.
This was found by Meredith and is part of an interesting post on Movie Titles.
photographs of Hitchcock at work (via Incoming Signals)
Earlier boynton had enjoyed viewing the titles of both Psycho and North By Northwest (and hearing Herrmann) at this Saul Bass site.
This was found by Meredith and is part of an interesting post on Movie Titles.
mind reading
Nora just sent boynton this mind-reading link.
(More amazing to boynton is that at the time she was surfing in vain for such a diversionary thing to post.)
Comments: mind reading
Has anyone explained how this works to you? i.e. the maths involved? I have to admit, this really confused me the first time...
Posted by joh at August 13, 2003 05:11 PM
I was trying to work it out with my dodgy year 11 maths, Joh, then advanced the theory: must be magic .
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 05:17 PM
actually I've just had it explained to me.
the mystical ball has been demystified.
Now it's just graphics.
to misquote Alice: who cares for you! You're nothing but a pack of cards!
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 05:33 PM
Well, if it's on-line mind-reading magic you want:
http://www.composmentis.com/dotpoints/vol1_no1/
click on the "A puzzling thing" button.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 13, 2003 05:54 PM
Pretty good Gummo, for a pack of cards ;)
I thought the old Fido one that I linked to once was quite good too - more mysterious numbers
http://www.digicc.com/fido/
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 06:23 PM
Quite good.
Now I'll have to track down that book of self-working magic tricks to see how it's done.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 13, 2003 06:42 PM
please explain!!!
Posted by wen at August 14, 2003 01:56 PM
oh - its ok - worked it out myself.
How disappointing.
Posted by wen at August 14, 2003 02:00 PM
exactly what I thought - sometimes you just don't want to see the wires.
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 02:05 PM
It was wrong. I was thinking of saxty-tree.
Posted by Tony.T at August 14, 2003 11:29 PM
"exactly what I thought - sometimes you just don't want to see the wires."
Personally I enjoy it more, knowing that the wires are there. As a former amatuer conjuror in my youth, I like seeing people perform the tricks I always aspired to learn with a lot more artistry than I ever managed.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 15, 2003 05:21 PM
Illusion in the Performing Arts is a different er...kettle of fish, perhaps, Gummo?
of course we don't approve of hidden wires there anymore ;)
But I'm still slightly awestruck (is that "a dummy") when it comes to this machine. Simple interactive tricks just get me in.
Posted by boynton at August 15, 2003 05:33 PM
(More amazing to boynton is that at the time she was surfing in vain for such a diversionary thing to post.)
Comments: mind reading
Has anyone explained how this works to you? i.e. the maths involved? I have to admit, this really confused me the first time...
Posted by joh at August 13, 2003 05:11 PM
I was trying to work it out with my dodgy year 11 maths, Joh, then advanced the theory: must be magic .
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 05:17 PM
actually I've just had it explained to me.
the mystical ball has been demystified.
Now it's just graphics.
to misquote Alice: who cares for you! You're nothing but a pack of cards!
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 05:33 PM
Well, if it's on-line mind-reading magic you want:
http://www.composmentis.com/dotpoints/vol1_no1/
click on the "A puzzling thing" button.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 13, 2003 05:54 PM
Pretty good Gummo, for a pack of cards ;)
I thought the old Fido one that I linked to once was quite good too - more mysterious numbers
http://www.digicc.com/fido/
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 06:23 PM
Quite good.
Now I'll have to track down that book of self-working magic tricks to see how it's done.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 13, 2003 06:42 PM
please explain!!!
Posted by wen at August 14, 2003 01:56 PM
oh - its ok - worked it out myself.
How disappointing.
Posted by wen at August 14, 2003 02:00 PM
exactly what I thought - sometimes you just don't want to see the wires.
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 02:05 PM
It was wrong. I was thinking of saxty-tree.
Posted by Tony.T at August 14, 2003 11:29 PM
"exactly what I thought - sometimes you just don't want to see the wires."
Personally I enjoy it more, knowing that the wires are there. As a former amatuer conjuror in my youth, I like seeing people perform the tricks I always aspired to learn with a lot more artistry than I ever managed.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at August 15, 2003 05:21 PM
Illusion in the Performing Arts is a different er...kettle of fish, perhaps, Gummo?
of course we don't approve of hidden wires there anymore ;)
But I'm still slightly awestruck (is that "a dummy") when it comes to this machine. Simple interactive tricks just get me in.
Posted by boynton at August 15, 2003 05:33 PM
cyber fling
UF study : Online dating virtually irresistible to some married folks (via Looking on)
Busted By A Blog Online Journal Reveals Relationship Infidelity
(via Jerz's Literacy Weblog)
Loss of e-mail 'worse than divorce' (via Living Room)
Comments: cyber fling
I don't know if I could live without reading blogs for a week, but I wouldn't really miss email. I really don't need a larger penis or a Nigerian scam thanks...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 14, 2003 12:25 AM
A week?
I was off to the internet cafe after 2 hours!
Funny that this article has a business focus, and yet it uses a domestic disaster as yardstick.
Could be: 'loss of blogging worse than getting sacked"
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 12:42 AM
And I know of at least one blogger fired for blogging at work, and another threatened with the sack for blogging about work.
Blogging is much more a career threat then a threat to the family. A good proportion of bloggers are single, anyway.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 15, 2003 04:15 AM
shame the first two were not the same blogger, then at least there could be revenge of the blog.
according to the 2nd article, the sport can threaten some couples, (but only if it they are also heavily into role play games) ;)
and I read a good summation of the last article here last night:
http://wow.blogs.com/words/2003/07/sad_sad_sad.html
"Techies say that a week without e-mail is more stressful than moving house...or getting divorced. (which is probably why they end up getting divorced)."
and a bad proportion of bloggers are single too.
(or is that a good proportion of bad bloggers?)
Posted by boynton at August 15, 2003 12:19 PM
Who are the bad bloggers? I'd hate to cast apersions... (alright I can't spell. Just shoot me!)
I'm at that stage now where I'd rather be reading blogs then dating, in any event. Maybe these people that are getting broken up would rather be reading blogs too?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 01:24 AM
Sorry - as a single bad blogger, of course miss b was only referring to herself.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:15 PM
No way, come and tell Uncle Scotty all. Who are these bad bloggers? Uncle Scotty knows Miss b. is an excellent blogger...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 11:55 PM
Nah - even though my Z list of bloggers might cause "a swarm of traffic" to my site/your domain, Uncle, ;) I'm not going there.
You know one could have just as easily said "the *odd* blogger..."
(and I am without a doubt the odd blogger - or a member of the odd bloggers assoc.)
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 12:19 AM
There's something to be said for that.
The Australian Association of Odd Bloggers.
Let's form one!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:19 PM
You're on.
A division of UT perhaps?
like the ubersporting-oddblog-pundit?
or the uber-odder-sportingpundit?
oder-uber for short.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:43 PM
No, I'm thinking it's got to be more inclusive. James Russell is definately odd, but not sure about the guys at Troppo Armadillo.
I'm going to state my membership in the new blog design.
It states.
"The owner of this blog is a RWDB, and a member of the VRWC, the Australian Association of Odd Bloggers, and the Adelaide Football Club."
I think that is a fair warning to give!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 20, 2003 12:51 AM
naturally I'm with you on the 3rd.
The last should definitely warn them off.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 08:18 AM
Busted By A Blog Online Journal Reveals Relationship Infidelity
(via Jerz's Literacy Weblog)
Loss of e-mail 'worse than divorce' (via Living Room)
Comments: cyber fling
I don't know if I could live without reading blogs for a week, but I wouldn't really miss email. I really don't need a larger penis or a Nigerian scam thanks...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 14, 2003 12:25 AM
A week?
I was off to the internet cafe after 2 hours!
Funny that this article has a business focus, and yet it uses a domestic disaster as yardstick.
Could be: 'loss of blogging worse than getting sacked"
Posted by boynton at August 14, 2003 12:42 AM
And I know of at least one blogger fired for blogging at work, and another threatened with the sack for blogging about work.
Blogging is much more a career threat then a threat to the family. A good proportion of bloggers are single, anyway.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 15, 2003 04:15 AM
shame the first two were not the same blogger, then at least there could be revenge of the blog.
according to the 2nd article, the sport can threaten some couples, (but only if it they are also heavily into role play games) ;)
and I read a good summation of the last article here last night:
http://wow.blogs.com/words/2003/07/sad_sad_sad.html
"Techies say that a week without e-mail is more stressful than moving house...or getting divorced. (which is probably why they end up getting divorced)."
and a bad proportion of bloggers are single too.
(or is that a good proportion of bad bloggers?)
Posted by boynton at August 15, 2003 12:19 PM
Who are the bad bloggers? I'd hate to cast apersions... (alright I can't spell. Just shoot me!)
I'm at that stage now where I'd rather be reading blogs then dating, in any event. Maybe these people that are getting broken up would rather be reading blogs too?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 01:24 AM
Sorry - as a single bad blogger, of course miss b was only referring to herself.
Posted by boynton at August 16, 2003 12:15 PM
No way, come and tell Uncle Scotty all. Who are these bad bloggers? Uncle Scotty knows Miss b. is an excellent blogger...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 16, 2003 11:55 PM
Nah - even though my Z list of bloggers might cause "a swarm of traffic" to my site/your domain, Uncle, ;) I'm not going there.
You know one could have just as easily said "the *odd* blogger..."
(and I am without a doubt the odd blogger - or a member of the odd bloggers assoc.)
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 12:19 AM
There's something to be said for that.
The Australian Association of Odd Bloggers.
Let's form one!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 17, 2003 10:19 PM
You're on.
A division of UT perhaps?
like the ubersporting-oddblog-pundit?
or the uber-odder-sportingpundit?
oder-uber for short.
Posted by boynton at August 17, 2003 11:43 PM
No, I'm thinking it's got to be more inclusive. James Russell is definately odd, but not sure about the guys at Troppo Armadillo.
I'm going to state my membership in the new blog design.
It states.
"The owner of this blog is a RWDB, and a member of the VRWC, the Australian Association of Odd Bloggers, and the Adelaide Football Club."
I think that is a fair warning to give!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 20, 2003 12:51 AM
naturally I'm with you on the 3rd.
The last should definitely warn them off.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2003 08:18 AM
2nd hand
boynton was indulging in a quick bit of retail therapy up at St Vincent's when she overheard a whisper of a rumour behind the counter
"Apparently the Salvos are thinking of privatising their op shops"
A hush, boynton hovers near the encased teaspoons.
"They can't do that?!"
"They're the salvos. They can do whatever they like."
Much muttering followed along with the disclaimer that it was heard second hand on the radio and they were waiting for confirmation.
(as boynton hovered near the confirmation material)
Boynton hasn't found any evidence herself, but such a move wouldn't surprise her. She has seen the old local gradually transform from cavernous, eclectic, chaotic treasure-trove where things were often unmarked and prices negotiable, to a kind of chain-store. Cleaner, slicker, centralised but a bit soul-less. They already seem privatised enough.
But the ultimate in privatised is probably the garage sale - and this was one factor cited recently by a Board member in the harsh commercial decision to close down a small, long running op shop that was once a haunt of boynton and family.
The local paper ran the story Fury at op shop closure plan
"It's surprising to see the affluence of homes that have garage sales...but that's the way our social fabric's working, so a lot of our material's being diverted...he said many other small shops faced similar financial problems." Progress Leader 28/7/03
Comments: 2nd hand
I once worked at a Salvos op shop. It was the lowest point in my life. If privatisation ultimately led to the vanishing of Salvos op shops from the face of the earth, I would not be sad to see them go.
Posted by James Russell at August 13, 2003 11:05 PM
No - that really "would" be the end of civilisation as we know it. Unthinkable.
But I've seen some things and heard some stories from Salvo workers I've befriended over the years to suggest your experience is not unique, James.
There's a high turnover of staff and - it would seem - staff morale, so it largely depends on the current regime as to the mood of the store.
(btw - this would seem to add another dimension to the link you posted recently about the uxb scare in an op shop ;) )
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 11:35 PM
"Apparently the Salvos are thinking of privatising their op shops"
A hush, boynton hovers near the encased teaspoons.
"They can't do that?!"
"They're the salvos. They can do whatever they like."
Much muttering followed along with the disclaimer that it was heard second hand on the radio and they were waiting for confirmation.
(as boynton hovered near the confirmation material)
Boynton hasn't found any evidence herself, but such a move wouldn't surprise her. She has seen the old local gradually transform from cavernous, eclectic, chaotic treasure-trove where things were often unmarked and prices negotiable, to a kind of chain-store. Cleaner, slicker, centralised but a bit soul-less. They already seem privatised enough.
But the ultimate in privatised is probably the garage sale - and this was one factor cited recently by a Board member in the harsh commercial decision to close down a small, long running op shop that was once a haunt of boynton and family.
The local paper ran the story Fury at op shop closure plan
"It's surprising to see the affluence of homes that have garage sales...but that's the way our social fabric's working, so a lot of our material's being diverted...he said many other small shops faced similar financial problems." Progress Leader 28/7/03
Comments: 2nd hand
I once worked at a Salvos op shop. It was the lowest point in my life. If privatisation ultimately led to the vanishing of Salvos op shops from the face of the earth, I would not be sad to see them go.
Posted by James Russell at August 13, 2003 11:05 PM
No - that really "would" be the end of civilisation as we know it. Unthinkable.
But I've seen some things and heard some stories from Salvo workers I've befriended over the years to suggest your experience is not unique, James.
There's a high turnover of staff and - it would seem - staff morale, so it largely depends on the current regime as to the mood of the store.
(btw - this would seem to add another dimension to the link you posted recently about the uxb scare in an op shop ;) )
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 11:35 PM
Tuesday, August 12, 2003
strange church
boynton continued her walking tour of the neighbourhood last night with the rogue bluey obediently at side, again seeing examples of modernist, albeit modest, domestic architecture in this small uncool,well-preserved pocket. We headed down a wide empty vista with bare well-behaved trees and hints of spring and rounded the corner, and suddenly saw one of those bold churches that sprang up throughout the suburbs in the sixties. A bit like this - only rounder. There must have been some happy coincidence of post-war cash flow and boomer demographics and modernism, because all denominations seemed to swap the basic chapel for the new geometrical walled-glass auditorium in the international style. The old building was often retained as adjoining hall. There were a few around that took abstraction to higher degrees, and boynton wonders about the fate of these spacious, oddly-shaped places in the days when churches are having to rationalise their property and divest assets.
The Roots of Modernist Church Architecture
At first this rejection of tradition took the form of subtracting or abstracting traditional motifs in buildings. Later, inspired by non-objective painting and sculpture, Modernist architecture sought to end the distinctions between floor and ceiling, interior and exterior, window and wall, and sacred and profane, which architecture has historically gloried in.
Dysfunctional Architecture
Dysfunctional church architecture has its taproot, not in a poorly chosen architect, cantankerous committee, too little money, or anemic project management. Rather, dysfunctional church architecture often has its source in weak or unclarified answers to the questions that determine a church's destiny
The real find for boynton in all this was this excellent site Modern In Melbourne - Architecture 1930-35. The Modern Strands survey contains many local examples. To be explored.
The Roots of Modernist Church Architecture
At first this rejection of tradition took the form of subtracting or abstracting traditional motifs in buildings. Later, inspired by non-objective painting and sculpture, Modernist architecture sought to end the distinctions between floor and ceiling, interior and exterior, window and wall, and sacred and profane, which architecture has historically gloried in.
Dysfunctional Architecture
Dysfunctional church architecture has its taproot, not in a poorly chosen architect, cantankerous committee, too little money, or anemic project management. Rather, dysfunctional church architecture often has its source in weak or unclarified answers to the questions that determine a church's destiny
The real find for boynton in all this was this excellent site Modern In Melbourne - Architecture 1930-35. The Modern Strands survey contains many local examples. To be explored.
bull
it was one thing to watch Robert Hughes' thinking out loud about Goya last night:
Contemplating Goya's famously explicit nude Naked Maja, for example, Hughes makes proper tribute to its aesthetic qualities before quickly cutting to the chase. What the painting really provokes is "unmitigated lust" and the desire to "hop in there like a bee hopping into a peony and have a wonderful afternoon".
A particulary delicious metaphor.
"Well, I'm afraid it's a steal from a 17th-century Japanese haiku by Basho. Something like: 'Into a peony creeps a bee. Ecstasy.' "
Visceral or not - there was something bordering on the sleaze here. Maybe art is essentially sleazy, who knows. However boynton had to leave the room and do the dishes when it got onto bullfighting, and those who might oppose it being labelled "self-appointed humanitarians" Hughes obviously endorses this ecstasy or death in the afternoon, but here is a self-appointed humanitarian link that gives a counter view.
Comments: bull
AND he endorsed "fox hunting" in the same breath as bullfighting! Like:
"I'm a man who stands by his 'bloodsports' - as well as having a soft underbelly..."
Sad.
Posted by Nora at August 12, 2003 05:33 PM
Wonder what his take is on bear and/or bull baiting? Lucky no 'crazy genius' mythologized these and other sports I guess.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 07:03 PM
What did you make of the war images?
Do you think that Goya is an exception to the Susan Sontag's charge in her Regarding the Pain of Others (see junk for code) that:
tormented mutilated bodies arouse a prurient interest;
images that display the violation of an attractive body are, to a certain degree, pornographic.
I would be interested in a response as I'm struggling with this on my ongoing commentary on Sontag's book at junk for code. I've got a bit stuck.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at August 12, 2003 07:09 PM
I'm of the opinion that anything can at any time be considered pornographic by anyone, depending upon their particular turn of mind. Whether Goya's [i]Desastres[/i] constitute something pornographic is, therefore, probably in the eye of the beholder.
boynton, I'm with you on the sleaze factor. I was watching that documentary too and was rather stunned by the scene with the nude maja. I mean, if Hughes has some fantasy about fucking the girl, that's up to him. I'm just not sure I want to hear about it in an arts documentary like that. I tend to agree also with whoever said on Critical Mass afterwards that the film was more about Hughes than Goya. All critical work is about the critic as much as the thing being critiqued, of course, but this definitely had more of Hughes in it than old Francisco.
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:48 PM
Obviously those italics tags are completely wrong. Must remember: square brackets only on UBB-powered message boards, not people's comments boxes...
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:52 PM
Gary - Goya's war images still shock. It is the human scale and drama in the tableau that makes the horror seem raw, the choreography of the close up. Hughes was able to reveal the inherent despair of the images too. He said something like - "I can't look without wanting to weep."
Sometimes to be party to such raw pain does create that ambivalnece of voyeurism.
I saw your post today, Gary, and recoiled slightly myself at the complicity of the gaze - rubber-necking hell. But the discussion of the general brutality of war is compelling.
btw "This Public Address" has recently been posting on some related themes.
James - it was almost satire - wasn't it? - but it didn't work on that level either. It was a bit like - you know, the death of "civilisation" (in the Kenneth Clarke sense of the word") to see Hughes suddenly channel Pete and Dud.
Ogling is never good TV.
And sorry about the lack of html. Still haven't enabled it. Was worried about being hacked!
(Now I'd welcome such interest.)
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 09:51 PM
Contemplating Goya's famously explicit nude Naked Maja, for example, Hughes makes proper tribute to its aesthetic qualities before quickly cutting to the chase. What the painting really provokes is "unmitigated lust" and the desire to "hop in there like a bee hopping into a peony and have a wonderful afternoon".
A particulary delicious metaphor.
"Well, I'm afraid it's a steal from a 17th-century Japanese haiku by Basho. Something like: 'Into a peony creeps a bee. Ecstasy.' "
Visceral or not - there was something bordering on the sleaze here. Maybe art is essentially sleazy, who knows. However boynton had to leave the room and do the dishes when it got onto bullfighting, and those who might oppose it being labelled "self-appointed humanitarians" Hughes obviously endorses this ecstasy or death in the afternoon, but here is a self-appointed humanitarian link that gives a counter view.
Comments: bull
AND he endorsed "fox hunting" in the same breath as bullfighting! Like:
"I'm a man who stands by his 'bloodsports' - as well as having a soft underbelly..."
Sad.
Posted by Nora at August 12, 2003 05:33 PM
Wonder what his take is on bear and/or bull baiting? Lucky no 'crazy genius' mythologized these and other sports I guess.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 07:03 PM
What did you make of the war images?
Do you think that Goya is an exception to the Susan Sontag's charge in her Regarding the Pain of Others (see junk for code) that:
tormented mutilated bodies arouse a prurient interest;
images that display the violation of an attractive body are, to a certain degree, pornographic.
I would be interested in a response as I'm struggling with this on my ongoing commentary on Sontag's book at junk for code. I've got a bit stuck.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at August 12, 2003 07:09 PM
I'm of the opinion that anything can at any time be considered pornographic by anyone, depending upon their particular turn of mind. Whether Goya's [i]Desastres[/i] constitute something pornographic is, therefore, probably in the eye of the beholder.
boynton, I'm with you on the sleaze factor. I was watching that documentary too and was rather stunned by the scene with the nude maja. I mean, if Hughes has some fantasy about fucking the girl, that's up to him. I'm just not sure I want to hear about it in an arts documentary like that. I tend to agree also with whoever said on Critical Mass afterwards that the film was more about Hughes than Goya. All critical work is about the critic as much as the thing being critiqued, of course, but this definitely had more of Hughes in it than old Francisco.
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:48 PM
Obviously those italics tags are completely wrong. Must remember: square brackets only on UBB-powered message boards, not people's comments boxes...
Posted by James Russell at August 12, 2003 07:52 PM
Gary - Goya's war images still shock. It is the human scale and drama in the tableau that makes the horror seem raw, the choreography of the close up. Hughes was able to reveal the inherent despair of the images too. He said something like - "I can't look without wanting to weep."
Sometimes to be party to such raw pain does create that ambivalnece of voyeurism.
I saw your post today, Gary, and recoiled slightly myself at the complicity of the gaze - rubber-necking hell. But the discussion of the general brutality of war is compelling.
btw "This Public Address" has recently been posting on some related themes.
James - it was almost satire - wasn't it? - but it didn't work on that level either. It was a bit like - you know, the death of "civilisation" (in the Kenneth Clarke sense of the word") to see Hughes suddenly channel Pete and Dud.
Ogling is never good TV.
And sorry about the lack of html. Still haven't enabled it. Was worried about being hacked!
(Now I'd welcome such interest.)
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 09:51 PM
Monday, August 11, 2003
flo count
just checking the stats, boynton had one of those weird moments when external reality seems to morph to reflect the subjective chaos. The Google Ad on the right of the site meter screen was for another free stats service called Flow Counter. Boynton had only just done a quick search this site for Flo - fearing (correctly) that the Flo count is disproportionately high.
This crazy, alien, striped, e-less, ACD wolf is everywhere.
(of course, it could also be that a search for flo also returns flower)
There is no logic there.
This crazy, alien, striped, e-less, ACD wolf is everywhere.
(of course, it could also be that a search for flo also returns flower)
There is no logic there.
stone
As usual boynton may have taken a bit of p license in that description of local suburban stonework - calling it Castlemaine Slate. Gratuitous reference to central victoria. Of course it may well be, but then it may also be just your standard sandstone, or freestone etc. This is a picture of Castlemaine slate, used in a cairn Sculpture located on Herring Island. (see artworks for more details, as well as other interesting framed pages.)
There are also some images within this essay New Stone Age by Kevin Murray (Duldig Memorial Lecture, 1995.) Murray looks at the langauge and meaning of stone, and the way a reverance for endurance and commemoration has given way to a postmodern suspicion
Think of the contrast between strolling down the aisle of supermarket and walking along a cemetery path. On the one side, we have shelves of future litter, and on the other past memories.
Perhaps though, he concludes, the electronic immaterialism of the digital age will also be a prelude to a kind of return to earth, wood, and stone.
Comments: stone
WTF is "freestone"? BTW how come those cairns always look like giant pine cones?
Posted by Nora at August 11, 2003 10:30 PM
er yes I use the word poetically again I suspect, Nora. Don't know why such a word would suddenly sneak in to such a sober post. An Imposter.
And who knows - maybe the cairns look like that because of the bairns?
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 10:47 PM
There are also some images within this essay New Stone Age by Kevin Murray (Duldig Memorial Lecture, 1995.) Murray looks at the langauge and meaning of stone, and the way a reverance for endurance and commemoration has given way to a postmodern suspicion
Think of the contrast between strolling down the aisle of supermarket and walking along a cemetery path. On the one side, we have shelves of future litter, and on the other past memories.
Perhaps though, he concludes, the electronic immaterialism of the digital age will also be a prelude to a kind of return to earth, wood, and stone.
Comments: stone
WTF is "freestone"? BTW how come those cairns always look like giant pine cones?
Posted by Nora at August 11, 2003 10:30 PM
er yes I use the word poetically again I suspect, Nora. Don't know why such a word would suddenly sneak in to such a sober post. An Imposter.
And who knows - maybe the cairns look like that because of the bairns?
Posted by boynton at August 11, 2003 10:47 PM
Sunday, August 10, 2003
purple
shortly after posting the purple (daisy) post - boynton found out that purple is now the web's favourite colour. (via About as funny as income tax)
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
Saturday, August 09, 2003
duck
boynton's probably setting herself up here - but we notice the recent run of (0) comments and suspect we may be coming close to the record for consecutive ducks. Maybe boynton will be inducted into the hall of fame. It's a mental game of course, but she may have to tweak the output range to get the input level back to normal.
Comments: duck
I almost feel it necessary to comment being that my first was under similar circumstances (a post about comments). So, essentially, there. I've ruined the 0 once again.
Posted by .es at August 9, 2003 03:00 PM
ah - runs on the board.
That post was absoloutely begging to be so ruined, .es, and I'm so glad one was off the mark so quickly. There was much irony in the duck as she sat, but it was rather embarrassing.
And note the transition: that former post was serious/pompous blogging pontification, this is LCD blogging self-reflection. Maybe that's the normal trajectory?
Posted by boynton at August 9, 2003 03:08 PM
You keep using big words :(
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 12, 2003 12:56 AM
I'll keep an eye on the syllable levels, Scott ;)
btw - did you see the cricket stats link? A fairly comprehensive site for sportingpundits and trivia heads.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 11:26 AM
Yeah I had a look- but I'm already well covered in the stats section.
Cricket stats are a touchy issue with serious cricket pundits. Each pundit will have his/her own view about the stats that matter.
We are a strange breed, cricket pundits. You think there's some difficult artists? You've seen nothing yet!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 13, 2003 12:28 AM
Gosh - this touchy-stats issue is rather intriguing, Scott. Sounds a bit like "What is History?" - some stats - like facts- gain ascendancy, or matter more than others?
There is no such thing as a plain stat?
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 12:37 PM
Comments: duck
I almost feel it necessary to comment being that my first was under similar circumstances (a post about comments). So, essentially, there. I've ruined the 0 once again.
Posted by .es at August 9, 2003 03:00 PM
ah - runs on the board.
That post was absoloutely begging to be so ruined, .es, and I'm so glad one was off the mark so quickly. There was much irony in the duck as she sat, but it was rather embarrassing.
And note the transition: that former post was serious/pompous blogging pontification, this is LCD blogging self-reflection. Maybe that's the normal trajectory?
Posted by boynton at August 9, 2003 03:08 PM
You keep using big words :(
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 12, 2003 12:56 AM
I'll keep an eye on the syllable levels, Scott ;)
btw - did you see the cricket stats link? A fairly comprehensive site for sportingpundits and trivia heads.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 11:26 AM
Yeah I had a look- but I'm already well covered in the stats section.
Cricket stats are a touchy issue with serious cricket pundits. Each pundit will have his/her own view about the stats that matter.
We are a strange breed, cricket pundits. You think there's some difficult artists? You've seen nothing yet!
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 13, 2003 12:28 AM
Gosh - this touchy-stats issue is rather intriguing, Scott. Sounds a bit like "What is History?" - some stats - like facts- gain ascendancy, or matter more than others?
There is no such thing as a plain stat?
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 12:37 PM
Thursday, August 07, 2003
mixed pics
Getting the picture - the art of the illustrated letter
features forty artists’ illustrated letters... encompassing exuberant thank you notes, winsome love letters, lively reports of current events, graphic instructions and other personalized communiqué (via wood s lot)
makes boynton want to draw someone a letter...
boynton is starting to think that be wise : listen to it fizz might be a good alternative motto for her blog. From the wonderful American package museum (via Iconomy)
Some local examples of packaging can be seen again here.
all the links are rather sublime in this artful (sensual) post at sublimate
(but perhaps especially confusion figure a)
features forty artists’ illustrated letters... encompassing exuberant thank you notes, winsome love letters, lively reports of current events, graphic instructions and other personalized communiqué (via wood s lot)
makes boynton want to draw someone a letter...
boynton is starting to think that be wise : listen to it fizz might be a good alternative motto for her blog. From the wonderful American package museum (via Iconomy)
Some local examples of packaging can be seen again here.
all the links are rather sublime in this artful (sensual) post at sublimate
(but perhaps especially confusion figure a)
flimsy
boynton didn't last the distance with Jassy late on ABC TV last night. In fact she lasted about 15 minutes, even though she's a bit of a Margaret Lockwood fan. There are a few movies that seem to have a higher than average degree of circulation on the ABC, movies that haunt both the small hours and the unguarded black-and-white Saturday high noon. One that readily springs to screen - and starring Maragret Lockwood - is Love Story. Boynton usually watches this one through because it's sufficiently strange, as this summary of the "flimsy nonsense" may indicate:
She decides to see as much as possible before the Grim Reaper arrives but there's a war on and Cornwall is the best she can manage. She begins to write music but soon meets skiving engineer Stewart Granger. Naturally, she doesn't tell him about her condition and he doesn't tell her that he's not in the war because he's due to go blind in a few months. Still they fall in love despite their best efforts ...
And then there's that composing lark. Films have always bordered on the silly when they've attempted to show any artist at work, but music composers generally come across as complete nutters. Lockwood is a prime example. All it takes is a bit of a breeze and a few squawking seagulls and she's off creating The Cornish Rhapsody...
Although boynton is dutifully sceptical she's also rather fond of some good "flimsy nonsense" if the flimsy is substantial enough to achieve whimsy- so the next time Love Story lobs in at 2.30 am or pm, she'll probably watch it again.
Comments: flimsy
As a child in Melbourne (Carnegie in the 50's),one of our neighbors was Margaret Lockwood's brother.
Just thought I would provide that useless bit of info.
Cheers
Posted by Murray Shepherd at August 12, 2003 03:34 PM
Wow! That's some scoop -just the sort of 'useless bit of info' that I love, Murray.
It surely enhances the reputations of both melb and Carnegie - and is a bit of local folklore I've never heard before.
Cheers.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 03:48 PM
She decides to see as much as possible before the Grim Reaper arrives but there's a war on and Cornwall is the best she can manage. She begins to write music but soon meets skiving engineer Stewart Granger. Naturally, she doesn't tell him about her condition and he doesn't tell her that he's not in the war because he's due to go blind in a few months. Still they fall in love despite their best efforts ...
And then there's that composing lark. Films have always bordered on the silly when they've attempted to show any artist at work, but music composers generally come across as complete nutters. Lockwood is a prime example. All it takes is a bit of a breeze and a few squawking seagulls and she's off creating The Cornish Rhapsody...
Although boynton is dutifully sceptical she's also rather fond of some good "flimsy nonsense" if the flimsy is substantial enough to achieve whimsy- so the next time Love Story lobs in at 2.30 am or pm, she'll probably watch it again.
Comments: flimsy
As a child in Melbourne (Carnegie in the 50's),one of our neighbors was Margaret Lockwood's brother.
Just thought I would provide that useless bit of info.
Cheers
Posted by Murray Shepherd at August 12, 2003 03:34 PM
Wow! That's some scoop -just the sort of 'useless bit of info' that I love, Murray.
It surely enhances the reputations of both melb and Carnegie - and is a bit of local folklore I've never heard before.
Cheers.
Posted by boynton at August 12, 2003 03:48 PM
rhody x
sorry if you came here in search of a variety of this flower. (boynton has to avoid names otherwise google might upgrade us in the authority stakes) Apparently there are some 4,000 odd hybrids out there, and we wonder what this one would look like, or even sound like subjectively speaking?
Comments: rhody x
In my web stats recently was someone looking for miniature lions. I do hope they find some.
Posted by mcb at August 13, 2003 12:00 PM
It's this garden of imaginary creatures and flowers we're creating mcb, a google menagerie.
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 12:29 PM
Comments: rhody x
In my web stats recently was someone looking for miniature lions. I do hope they find some.
Posted by mcb at August 13, 2003 12:00 PM
It's this garden of imaginary creatures and flowers we're creating mcb, a google menagerie.
Posted by boynton at August 13, 2003 12:29 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
gifs for wolves
Looking up National speech pathology week, one of google's sponsored links caught boynton's eye. Image resources for language teachers (and speech pathologists) provides a sample of flashcards on offer. As a blogging aid, boynton will now illustrate the latest chapter in the sorry saga of walking a blue heeler through the suburbs as if she's a domesticated animal.
The revelation this is not a domestic dog led boynton to look up Konrad Lorenz and wolves. This is a good review of Man meets Dog.
Lorenz propounds the thesis, which has been debated hotly, that some dogs are descended from jackals and some predominantly from wolves intermingled with the blood of jackals.
The revelation this is not a domestic dog led boynton to look up Konrad Lorenz and wolves. This is a good review of Man meets Dog.
Lorenz propounds the thesis, which has been debated hotly, that some dogs are descended from jackals and some predominantly from wolves intermingled with the blood of jackals.
speech
boynton found herself listening to a hospital hour on a community FM radio station. There was something nostalgic about the banter - a kind of low grade localese - that made it compelling. Between the Bing and choral singing in the style of Bing boynton noted the following banter.
- How many speech pathologists do you reckon we have?
- ooh - 20?
- 26.
- 26! I wasn't that far off. That's a broad spectrum.
- It's a big team.
- Do you know one in seven Australians have a communication problem?
yes and various swallowing issues... If you're on the outside and want to talk to a speech pathologist, I'll give you the number. They're a friendly mob.
- 26 staff!
- Looking at the redevelopment earlier - the wind - there wasn't all that much going on - with all the wind -
- The site itself is just rocketting ahead. The carpark is well and truly there.
- Looks like a great big meccano set.
- Everyone's certainly excited by the look.
- All the mental health work is on top of the site up near the laundry
- Exciting times.
The Sponsored Silence - one of the activities of National Speech Pathology Week
Speech pathologists are encouraged to remain silent for a period of time and they are sponsored for their efforts...
- How many speech pathologists do you reckon we have?
- ooh - 20?
- 26.
- 26! I wasn't that far off. That's a broad spectrum.
- It's a big team.
- Do you know one in seven Australians have a communication problem?
yes and various swallowing issues... If you're on the outside and want to talk to a speech pathologist, I'll give you the number. They're a friendly mob.
- 26 staff!
- Looking at the redevelopment earlier - the wind - there wasn't all that much going on - with all the wind -
- The site itself is just rocketting ahead. The carpark is well and truly there.
- Looks like a great big meccano set.
- Everyone's certainly excited by the look.
- All the mental health work is on top of the site up near the laundry
- Exciting times.
The Sponsored Silence - one of the activities of National Speech Pathology Week
Speech pathologists are encouraged to remain silent for a period of time and they are sponsored for their efforts...
Monday, August 04, 2003
pop
sampling some of the ring tones on offer to uk phone phiends, boynton found one named good vibrations. Hard to know if it's related to that other single sometimes called the greatest ever. Certainly a bold rhythmic interpretation. Interesting to see that "Give peace a Chance" is also available- the ring tone speaking for those ambient listeners caught in the sound zone of the public mobile user.
The Beatles Go too far - a six page preview of a new work by comic artist Sean Ward (via assorted grotesqueries)
boynton may have been aiming for something vaguely Robinson-esque in the DIY space costume stakes recently - but no doubt ended up looking more like this
Also from Marta Kristen's web site - Loused up in Space - a page from the 1966 Mad magazine satire, and the Robinsons time travelling to Family Feud. (In space no one can hear you playing word association)
The Beatles Go too far - a six page preview of a new work by comic artist Sean Ward (via assorted grotesqueries)
boynton may have been aiming for something vaguely Robinson-esque in the DIY space costume stakes recently - but no doubt ended up looking more like this
Also from Marta Kristen's web site - Loused up in Space - a page from the 1966 Mad magazine satire, and the Robinsons time travelling to Family Feud. (In space no one can hear you playing word association)
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
galosh
boynton was doing some image sourcing on behalf of esnet and ms Pea and their "upcoming literary release, a penny dreadful by the name of Oh No! Miss Morris Has Misplaced a Galosh"
It was intriguing to come acrosss this picture from a google image search for galoshes. The wedding of the Galoshes? In its original context, the image bears the annotation: Elegant satin gowns or married in a suit/ because he was being shipped overseas - which does not in itself explain the riddle. However slide 77 above may, as it does feature a rather glamorous example of this usually fairly unfashionable item of footwear with the curious etymology. And curiouser: could the faceless model somehow be related to miss morris?
Comments: galosh
Oh will Pea ever be pleased! She was just this morning going on and on about the latest affairs and how she hadn't a clue wait to wear. 'Rosiest in the fall, dear,' as I always say.
Posted by at August 2, 2003 05:20 PM
doncha find the word "galoshes" deliciously onomatopaoeic?
Posted by Gianna at August 4, 2003 10:49 AM
gosh yes, gianna, gloriously so.
Especially in Melbourne.
(that was one for the melb-bashers out there) ;)
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 11:45 AM
...and you know how Blogger banner ads pick up on the content of your posts...when I just checked into your blog, Gianna, I got "overshoes headquarters" and "Child's Rain boots"...gosh.
Blogger/google as secret research-assistant spider.
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 12:40 PM
It was intriguing to come acrosss this picture from a google image search for galoshes. The wedding of the Galoshes? In its original context, the image bears the annotation: Elegant satin gowns or married in a suit/ because he was being shipped overseas - which does not in itself explain the riddle. However slide 77 above may, as it does feature a rather glamorous example of this usually fairly unfashionable item of footwear with the curious etymology. And curiouser: could the faceless model somehow be related to miss morris?
Comments: galosh
Oh will Pea ever be pleased! She was just this morning going on and on about the latest affairs and how she hadn't a clue wait to wear. 'Rosiest in the fall, dear,' as I always say.
Posted by at August 2, 2003 05:20 PM
doncha find the word "galoshes" deliciously onomatopaoeic?
Posted by Gianna at August 4, 2003 10:49 AM
gosh yes, gianna, gloriously so.
Especially in Melbourne.
(that was one for the melb-bashers out there) ;)
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 11:45 AM
...and you know how Blogger banner ads pick up on the content of your posts...when I just checked into your blog, Gianna, I got "overshoes headquarters" and "Child's Rain boots"...gosh.
Blogger/google as secret research-assistant spider.
Posted by boynton at August 4, 2003 12:40 PM
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.
Friday, August 01, 2003
aout
ah - August - usually nicknamed aout by boynton because it's the month when Melbourne gets pretty bleak. But there's nothing of the aout out there today - with its blue sky and weak sunshine, and next door's magnolia looks rather magnificent through the framework of a hills hoist - and there are indeed magpies singing to boot. According to my mother this week often turned on an aberation, a glitch of good weather - good weather for children's parties - good for my three july-born sibs as saturday hosts, of yore. Lucky Leo's law of the jungle.
Of course at first the day did not augur quite so well when Flo ate a bit of old Abby's ear in an early morning post-prandial stoush. A fair bit of aout about then.
(The maggies wav was found with the very useful Findsounds via J walk)
Comments: aout
Ah birthday season.
Grumpygirl's father's birthday is tomorrow, Petite's is on Wed and Thieu's is on Thursday.
A busy -- and costly--- beginning to the month.
August is better than July, I think. Slightly longer days, the last month of winter.
Posted by mcb at August 1, 2003 04:50 PM
it was always July and September in my family for birthdays mcb - and with a 2nd generation - September is crowded out. Every day a birthday, almost,like a collapsible christmas. I don't mind because at least in September there is one small day of compensation for boynton ;)
and it's hard to carp on such a nice day - but I just always think of those ghastly/august days of bitter wind and rain and what-is-sun-again? ahead.
Posted by boynton at August 1, 2003 04:59 PM
Must be August, Boynton. I got swooped by a magpie this morning. It nonchalantly landed and then glared balefully. Love 'em.
Posted by Nora at August 1, 2003 11:17 PM
How is the bleakness of Melbourne in August any different to the bleakness of May, June, or July?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 2, 2003 12:38 AM
Eh!...there's only been a FEW DAYS of bleakness to date - and this was earlier in the week, when we were sent some squalls from South Australia.
And anyway - cold weather is good for the brain.
Posted by boynton at August 2, 2003 01:02 AM
When I lived in Melbourne, the bleakness started in April and didn't lift until.. errr December 2001. I left in January 2002.
Maybe it's just me. I grew up on the fringe of the desert.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 2, 2003 04:47 AM
August - usually nicknamed aout by boynton because it's the month when Melbourne gets pretty bleak
Not because aout is French for August? :)
Posted by James Russell at August 2, 2003 02:48 PM
ooh ee - oui
that was the origin - I must confess it does look rather oblique without the circumflex.
You may have gathered by now, James, that I only speak schoolgirl French - and the way I pronounce August in French roughly equates with the bleakness of august ;)
Posted by boynton at August 2, 2003 02:56 PM
Of course at first the day did not augur quite so well when Flo ate a bit of old Abby's ear in an early morning post-prandial stoush. A fair bit of aout about then.
(The maggies wav was found with the very useful Findsounds via J walk)
Comments: aout
Ah birthday season.
Grumpygirl's father's birthday is tomorrow, Petite's is on Wed and Thieu's is on Thursday.
A busy -- and costly--- beginning to the month.
August is better than July, I think. Slightly longer days, the last month of winter.
Posted by mcb at August 1, 2003 04:50 PM
it was always July and September in my family for birthdays mcb - and with a 2nd generation - September is crowded out. Every day a birthday, almost,like a collapsible christmas. I don't mind because at least in September there is one small day of compensation for boynton ;)
and it's hard to carp on such a nice day - but I just always think of those ghastly/august days of bitter wind and rain and what-is-sun-again? ahead.
Posted by boynton at August 1, 2003 04:59 PM
Must be August, Boynton. I got swooped by a magpie this morning. It nonchalantly landed and then glared balefully. Love 'em.
Posted by Nora at August 1, 2003 11:17 PM
How is the bleakness of Melbourne in August any different to the bleakness of May, June, or July?
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 2, 2003 12:38 AM
Eh!...there's only been a FEW DAYS of bleakness to date - and this was earlier in the week, when we were sent some squalls from South Australia.
And anyway - cold weather is good for the brain.
Posted by boynton at August 2, 2003 01:02 AM
When I lived in Melbourne, the bleakness started in April and didn't lift until.. errr December 2001. I left in January 2002.
Maybe it's just me. I grew up on the fringe of the desert.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at August 2, 2003 04:47 AM
August - usually nicknamed aout by boynton because it's the month when Melbourne gets pretty bleak
Not because aout is French for August? :)
Posted by James Russell at August 2, 2003 02:48 PM
ooh ee - oui
that was the origin - I must confess it does look rather oblique without the circumflex.
You may have gathered by now, James, that I only speak schoolgirl French - and the way I pronounce August in French roughly equates with the bleakness of august ;)
Posted by boynton at August 2, 2003 02:56 PM
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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--
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
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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
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!
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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.
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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.
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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
seconds
There were some good links discovered in the course of compiling that fishy entry, too good to embed and forget.
A Photo gallery from Walhalla Historic Township, which includes this one of the famous cricket ground.
Lost Lives - The Second World War and the islands of New Guinea. this web site commemorates the Second World War in the islands of New Guinea and the impact it has had on many lives.
Lyric Records is dedicated to the preservation of 1920s and 1930s music by issuing CD compilations of the 78rpm record (makes boynton wish she had a credit card and/or credit)
Rock Snaps - Photographs from the Laurie Richards Collection -
One of the online exhibitions of items from the Performing Arts Museum Collection.
Cosmic breed - mod gear. ( boynton wishes she cld look so cool...alas)
zip-r-strip Hey! Don't part with your perfectly aged leather jacket. Add another zipper instead.
Comments: seconds
Tom the Tailor (of Zip-R-Strip) lives in my town, and is the guy I go to when my leather jacket needs work done. He does good work. Thankfully, I am still thin enough not to need his invention.
Posted by Christopher at July 31, 2003 02:34 AM
That's interesting. I found him through searching for "leather-tailor" actually - (trying to kill two fish with one stone) - but yeah I think it looks a good invention - knowing how attached people become to their leatherjackets.
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 01:23 PM
A Photo gallery from Walhalla Historic Township, which includes this one of the famous cricket ground.
Lost Lives - The Second World War and the islands of New Guinea. this web site commemorates the Second World War in the islands of New Guinea and the impact it has had on many lives.
Lyric Records is dedicated to the preservation of 1920s and 1930s music by issuing CD compilations of the 78rpm record (makes boynton wish she had a credit card and/or credit)
Rock Snaps - Photographs from the Laurie Richards Collection -
One of the online exhibitions of items from the Performing Arts Museum Collection.
Cosmic breed - mod gear. ( boynton wishes she cld look so cool...alas)
zip-r-strip Hey! Don't part with your perfectly aged leather jacket. Add another zipper instead.
Comments: seconds
Tom the Tailor (of Zip-R-Strip) lives in my town, and is the guy I go to when my leather jacket needs work done. He does good work. Thankfully, I am still thin enough not to need his invention.
Posted by Christopher at July 31, 2003 02:34 AM
That's interesting. I found him through searching for "leather-tailor" actually - (trying to kill two fish with one stone) - but yeah I think it looks a good invention - knowing how attached people become to their leatherjackets.
Posted by boynton at July 31, 2003 01:23 PM
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
Tuesday, July 29, 2003
squally
In the last few hours the weather hasn't been quite so unfriendly as predicted:
Showers with local hail and thunder. Possible snow on the nearby hills tonight. Squally west to southwesterly winds.
Belief in the bureau being unseasonally high, we missed that small window of lull to stroll out and terrorise the park with pack, always expecting squalls. Boynton was focused on this window instead. Maybe a font that morphs with weather conditions could be quite handy. (via fimoculous)
(update: thanks to Gummo Trotsky for alerting dumb boynton to the font-al activity of the link)
Meanwhile this is a lovely inside game to play when the storms do hit. (via Sublimate)
Comments: squally
Oh what a find, Boynton, and what a pleasant way to spend the last 20 minutes of the day (thanks goodness I work in multimedia and can justify it!)
Thanks for the link. Most enjoyable.
Posted by mcb at July 29, 2003 05:29 PM
Obviously I need to do something about the lack of sound on my PC.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 29, 2003 07:00 PM
Adds:
http://design.umn.edu:8080/cgi-bin/ltrstr/tcdc/tcdcImager?font=v003&nocache=1059475699.538692&bgcolor=white&text=Tug+Boat+Potemkin&align=center&c_informal=50&height=120&width=600&c_weird=150&textcolor=black&c_formal=50
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 29, 2003 08:50 PM
mcb - yes I love it - even though I'm pretty hopeless and haven't yet completed it!
Gummo - I think while the sound is not technically neccessary for the game it's almost essential aesthetically!
And thank you for that link. As you can see I've added your addition to the post. (I can't believe I missed that bit of input diversion that I like to throw in round here in lieu of content!)
The font lends an almost Russian look to the tugboat?
Posted by boynton at July 29, 2003 09:37 PM
Plenty of storms are on your way Miss B. They dumped a heap of rain and hail on my car while I was at work.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at July 30, 2003 12:44 AM
alas, it won't play with me....attractive image though...
Posted by Gianna at July 30, 2003 11:20 AM
that's a shame Gianna - it's rather diverting - especially (I would imagine) on a fast connection.
and Scott - I may forget about the font as forecast and check into the Bureau of Mr.Wickstein for reliable weather updates from now on. Always good to have an Adelaide "eye" on the sky.
Posted by boynton at July 30, 2003 02:00 PM
Showers with local hail and thunder. Possible snow on the nearby hills tonight. Squally west to southwesterly winds.
Belief in the bureau being unseasonally high, we missed that small window of lull to stroll out and terrorise the park with pack, always expecting squalls. Boynton was focused on this window instead. Maybe a font that morphs with weather conditions could be quite handy. (via fimoculous)
(update: thanks to Gummo Trotsky for alerting dumb boynton to the font-al activity of the link)
Meanwhile this is a lovely inside game to play when the storms do hit. (via Sublimate)
Comments: squally
Oh what a find, Boynton, and what a pleasant way to spend the last 20 minutes of the day (thanks goodness I work in multimedia and can justify it!)
Thanks for the link. Most enjoyable.
Posted by mcb at July 29, 2003 05:29 PM
Obviously I need to do something about the lack of sound on my PC.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 29, 2003 07:00 PM
Adds:
http://design.umn.edu:8080/cgi-bin/ltrstr/tcdc/tcdcImager?font=v003&nocache=1059475699.538692&bgcolor=white&text=Tug+Boat+Potemkin&align=center&c_informal=50&height=120&width=600&c_weird=150&textcolor=black&c_formal=50
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at July 29, 2003 08:50 PM
mcb - yes I love it - even though I'm pretty hopeless and haven't yet completed it!
Gummo - I think while the sound is not technically neccessary for the game it's almost essential aesthetically!
And thank you for that link. As you can see I've added your addition to the post. (I can't believe I missed that bit of input diversion that I like to throw in round here in lieu of content!)
The font lends an almost Russian look to the tugboat?
Posted by boynton at July 29, 2003 09:37 PM
Plenty of storms are on your way Miss B. They dumped a heap of rain and hail on my car while I was at work.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at July 30, 2003 12:44 AM
alas, it won't play with me....attractive image though...
Posted by Gianna at July 30, 2003 11:20 AM
that's a shame Gianna - it's rather diverting - especially (I would imagine) on a fast connection.
and Scott - I may forget about the font as forecast and check into the Bureau of Mr.Wickstein for reliable weather updates from now on. Always good to have an Adelaide "eye" on the sky.
Posted by boynton at July 30, 2003 02:00 PM
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