A reader chided me last night for the post on football in films.
It's over, he said. ( Meaning the finals have been and gone, and my team didn't win)
Topicality has never been my strength, but I have noticed the outbreak of October cricket in the parks, looking overly green this wet spring. Last weekend I saw a match being played in very bucolic conditions, more meadow than paddock, with the grass growing rate outstripping the run rate and the daisies encircling fine leg.
But I take the point and have found a more seasonal link
What films are based around cricket matches or have cricket scenes in them?
Comments: cricket films
Bodyline ...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0086672/
Outside Edge ...
http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0108891/
There's also a great little British film about an aging groundsman and his young black apprentice who treat the pitch as hallowed turf, but I can't bloody well remember what it's called.
Posted by Tony.T at October 7, 2004 02:53 PM
Did you check that link, T?
Might be among those more obscure listings.
(and if we're talking scenes -
Was there a cricket scene in "The Chant Of Jimmy Blacksmith"? )
Meant to post this link to an early film
99 feet of cricket.
http://www.bfi.org.uk/collections/catalogues/silent/details.php?filmid=80
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2004 03:03 PM
I'm told this one is a doozie but unfortunately ain't caught it myself...
http://www.missliberty.com/Filmlagaan.html
Posted by nardo at October 7, 2004 03:58 PM
and via IMDB bulletin board:
"The April 2004 edition of The Wisden Cricketer, probably the foremost cricket magazine in the world, had their list of the top 10 cricket moments in movies, and Lagaan come in at number 1. Having just seen the movie, I wholeheartedly agree."
my favourite sports film: 'When We Were Kings'
used to play Super 8 movies as visual backdrop to music affairs; moon walks in backwards slow motion and Ali boxing were regular pieces, incl. that Frazier left hook smash that floored Ali in 'the fight of the century'... one of the most arresting bits of footage I ever seen
Posted by nardo at October 7, 2004 04:32 PM
Yep - Lagaan looks good - at four hours though, it might need a tea break.
That Wisden list would seem to be the elusive thing I was looking for, although the above forum was pretty good.
Haven't seen many Sports Films myself - and (probably terrible to admit) don't think I've seen that famous left hook footage.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2004 04:51 PM
"Did you check that link, T?"
Huh?
Posted by Tony.T at October 7, 2004 07:33 PM
There was a very unconvincing dream sequence bowling from American actor (?) Forest Whittaker in (of all things) the crying game.
Posted by Zoe at October 7, 2004 08:03 PM
T - In the link to the Brit film forum there's the following description:
"Just really enjoyed arthurs hallowed ground 1986,on film 4,jimmy jewel played a great part as a cantankerous,perfectionist,cricket groundsman,who really dosen't want anyone to even walk on his pitch let alone play on it,a nice gentle comedy,with the familier faces of david swift,jean boht,michael elphic,exec prod david putnahm,script edited by jack rosenthal."
Thought that might be the one you mentioned. Some good films there, (including a Carry On one.)
Zoe - I remember the sequence. I'll have to check its cred again.
A new question - did the cricket fool you in TCG? ;)
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2004 08:13 PM
Oh. Were we supposed to look through the forum? Once I saw it wasn't about football, or more specifically, Melbourne Football Club player trades, AND had a black background, I bailed/baled.
I'll just go and read it now ...
noooooo noo noooo nooo nooo ummmmm umm hmmmmhh ...
Yes, Arthurs Hallowed Ground was the fillum and most enjoyable it was too. I think I've seen most of those films, but strangely the only one I haven't is one of the ones I mentioned, Bodyline. Strange, no?
They played cricket in Master & Commander too. Have you seen it?
Posted by Tony.T at October 7, 2004 11:17 PM
I'm not a number one fan of the game, tending to agree with whoever it was who said that all cultures have their own definitions of eternity & the British call theirs cricket. But surely the all time howzatt classic is the one at the top of the link site list, The Final Test, starring Jack Warner & Robert Morley & scripted by Terence Rattigan. Apparently it was inspired by Don Bradman's early dismissal in his last Test Match.
Not a classic outside the genre but fair example of '40s British whimsy in which Warner, as in every film he ever made throughout a long career, carries himself like a man in his late 60s while Robert Morley camps it up something rotten.
Posted by Dick at October 8, 2004 11:02 AM
Don't forget the episode of All Creatures Great and Small where a younf Fred Trueman turned out for the local XI.
Posted by Tony.T at October 8, 2004 11:08 AM
T - I haven't seen Bodyline either.
Actually I did see M&C, and forgot about that striking match.
Have you seen Carry On - Follow that Camel?
Dick - I chased the GBS quote and found it in good company here
http://en.thinkexist.com/keyword/cricket/
with Pinter and Wilde also on the team.
Actually it's the langour of the game that I like, 'the organised loafing', 'baseball on valium'.
A DVD has made an appearance in this household, so I may try to see TFT - sounds good.
The episode was "Big Fish Little Fish" (apparently - I had to look it up)
Must have seen it, but can't recall it.
Did a young Geoff Boycott ever visit the vetinry?
Posted by boynton at October 8, 2004 12:04 PM
Didn't Herriot once treat a dicky bird?
Posted by nora at October 8, 2004 03:21 PM
one of my favorite films of all time, losey & pinter's the go-between, has a crucial sequence involving a cricket match, with a very sexy alan bates as batsman (if that's the word). if you haven't seen it, definitely do.
Posted by michaela at October 8, 2004 04:30 PM
Dicky Who?
Posted by Tricky Woo at October 8, 2004 05:37 PM
I read the book a long time ago, Michaela, but funnily enough have never seen the film. Have always meant to.
I fully agree with your assessment of the late great Alan Bates, so may try to obtain the DVD ASAP. For the cricket of course.
Posted by boynton at October 8, 2004 05:43 PM
Not Dicky, Doctor. Dr Who.
Posted by Tristan.F at October 9, 2004 01:08 PM
a very peculiar practice...
http://www.who2.com/cgi-bin/library/searchindex/query.pl?swishindex=%2Fusr%2Flocal%2Fswish-e%2Findex.swish&metaName=Keywords&detail=yes&maxresults=1000&maxdisplay=20&keywords=doctor+who
(who2 via presurfer)
Posted by boynton at October 11, 2004 12:50 PM
Two recent UK crick flicks
"Wondrous Oblivion" and "Not Cricket: The Basil d'Oliveira Conspiracy" (TV).
And "Shaun of The Dead" and "Spinal Tap" both show what you can do with a 3 pound Gray Nicholls off the pitch.
And for yer vast international audience unacquainted with the smack of leather on willow, Boynie, here's a quick and concise guide to cricket.
"You have two sides, one out in the field and one in. Each man that's in the side that's in goes out, and when he's out he comes in and the next man goes in until he's out. When they are all out, the side that's out comes in and the side thats been in goes out and tries to get those coming in, out. Sometimes you get men still in and not out. When a man goes out to go in, the men who are out try to get him out, and when he is out he goes in and the next man in goes out and goes in. There are two men called umpires who stay all out all the time and they decide when the men who are in are out. When both sides have been in and all the men have out, and both sides have been out twice after all the men have been in, including those who are not out, then stumps are drawn.
Posted by Nabakov at October 17, 2004 06:05 PM
Crick Flicks - marvellous shot that
Must try to see Wonderous Oblivion.
(good name for a blog - as indeed are many of your Lagniappe of another thread. Although Treppenwitz sounds like he could have played for Australia A, or in the ruck for Carlton.)
Posted by boynton at October 18, 2004 12:22 PM
Thursday, October 07, 2004
Tuesday, October 05, 2004
phone song
I tried out a couple of these telephone songs but my landline phone seems to be tone deaf. That's ok - Happy Birthday sounds quite good sung flat. Different tones for different zones?
(via the Ultimate Insult)
(via the Ultimate Insult)
footy films
A nice description of the game in Film Journal's Footy Film's Brilliant Mark: What Australian Rules Football Films Illuminate About Sports films
(via Hot Buttered death)
The article discusses The Club and Australian Rules - The only two Footy films on DVD about which I am aware. There is another, A Salute To the Great McCarthy. Coincidentally I just viewed an Age photo showing the making of.
And The Big Men Fly is a much performed play that was adapted for ABC TV series in 1973 and I was recently telling a Yankee friend -who'd never heard of Aussie Rules - about a ballet which included a Football scene, The Display 1964.
(Did I imagine it - or does Ron make a cameo appearance in The Club?)
See also Sport in the Australian Arts
(via Hot Buttered death)
However, this Yankee has been intrigued for some time by Footy, and a big reason is due to the Footy-specific "Mark." ... Besides this creative use of the crook of another player's neck, players will dive catch, leap over opponents, collide with opponents, jump with their legs out parallel to the ground to use their cleats to warn off approaching opposing players, or simply wait to catch the ball with no threats around them...
Yes, there is a similarity here with the mark and the American Tackle Football receiver catching a pass, but the leaping, laddering and leveraging of other players adds something unique to Footy.
The article discusses The Club and Australian Rules - The only two Footy films on DVD about which I am aware. There is another, A Salute To the Great McCarthy. Coincidentally I just viewed an Age photo showing the making of.
And The Big Men Fly is a much performed play that was adapted for ABC TV series in 1973 and I was recently telling a Yankee friend -who'd never heard of Aussie Rules - about a ballet which included a Football scene, The Display 1964.
Eventually Helpmann would claim that The Display, with his own choreography and scenario, music by Malcolm Williamson and designs by Sidney Nolan, was the first fully Australian ballet...It even featured an Aussie Rules football game and the dancers were coached for this part of the ballet by the football star Ron Barassi.Source
(Did I imagine it - or does Ron make a cameo appearance in The Club?)
See also Sport in the Australian Arts
Monday, October 04, 2004
weblob
I've been keeping a sideways eye on the shape of the archives as they build into a blob representing so many months' worth of blogging.
what's pelvis
Flightless Hummingbird's Fashion Tips. What's hip and what's pelvis in the post-hypnotic age.
via tip from wood s lot to
No More Words: A non-Glossary
Comments: what's pelvis
weird, and wonderful! you're sick boynton!
Posted by Link at October 4, 2004 06:21 PM
fully.
Posted by Link at October 4, 2004 06:22 PM
well I never claimed to be Hip, anyway, (and my pelvis would probably second that)
And I am looking forward to the next issue: Sensible Shoes.
Posted by boynton at October 4, 2004 06:33 PM
via tip from wood s lot to
No More Words: A non-Glossary
Comments: what's pelvis
weird, and wonderful! you're sick boynton!
Posted by Link at October 4, 2004 06:21 PM
fully.
Posted by Link at October 4, 2004 06:22 PM
well I never claimed to be Hip, anyway, (and my pelvis would probably second that)
And I am looking forward to the next issue: Sensible Shoes.
Posted by boynton at October 4, 2004 06:33 PM
wood engravings
The first Yan Yean image below was from this National Library of Australia Collection:
Wood engravings published in Victoria, Australia, exhibited by the Commissioners of the International Exhibition, 1873 .
Remarkable remains of trees, near Bendigo. [after: Ludwig Becker; engraver: Frederick Grosse]
Wood carting - the gum tree (eucalyptus), 1862
Comments: wood engravings
That stuff is fascinating. I've been involved in research for a film about the 1939 fires which means lots of slow interviews with really fantastic oldies whose stories of their parents and grandparents take us right back to pioneering.
Old men saying "I made my living for my whole life with me axe." and families who are still in the woodchopping comps are called "chopping families.."
Where did you get your milk? my colleague asked.
From a cow, shrieked the two old ladies in unison.
The power of oral history.
The sooner this election is over, the better. We are obsessed with politics; I neglect the wider joys.
Posted by David Tiley at October 6, 2004 01:21 AM
I've got "chopping family" on one branch of the tree myself. (That is - ex axemen - the generations that followed stopped chopping, but I love that cf term)
Don't know if it was a coincidence that I posted this on the day the ALP released its old Growth Forest Policy - the Libs to follow - shortly?
Posted by boynton at October 6, 2004 11:45 AM
Wood engravings published in Victoria, Australia, exhibited by the Commissioners of the International Exhibition, 1873 .
Remarkable remains of trees, near Bendigo. [after: Ludwig Becker; engraver: Frederick Grosse]
Wood carting - the gum tree (eucalyptus), 1862
Comments: wood engravings
That stuff is fascinating. I've been involved in research for a film about the 1939 fires which means lots of slow interviews with really fantastic oldies whose stories of their parents and grandparents take us right back to pioneering.
Old men saying "I made my living for my whole life with me axe." and families who are still in the woodchopping comps are called "chopping families.."
Where did you get your milk? my colleague asked.
From a cow, shrieked the two old ladies in unison.
The power of oral history.
The sooner this election is over, the better. We are obsessed with politics; I neglect the wider joys.
Posted by David Tiley at October 6, 2004 01:21 AM
I've got "chopping family" on one branch of the tree myself. (That is - ex axemen - the generations that followed stopped chopping, but I love that cf term)
Don't know if it was a coincidence that I posted this on the day the ALP released its old Growth Forest Policy - the Libs to follow - shortly?
Posted by boynton at October 6, 2004 11:45 AM
Sunday, October 03, 2004
dress age
She had not been able to wear her dress since.
Dress torn by dog
As part of The Age's 150th anniversary celebrations, The Age has compiled a snapshot of articles and photographs. The list is not meant to be definitive or exhaustive; we simply capture some of the things that made news.
Comments: dress age
Found this in one of those links of yours - imagine - bubonic plague in Melbourne!!
"PLAGUE HOSPITAL HASTENED
Dr. Gresswell now urges that the erection of the proposed plague hospital on Coode Island should be proceeded with at as early a date as possible."
Posted by nora at October 5, 2004 02:10 PM
http://www.150.theage.com.au/view_bestofarticle.asp?straction=update&inttype=1&intid=1706
That Coode reference was too good, Nora, and I had to follow up the story.
Fascinating reading - sure beats the days of reading The Age on wonky Microfilm and wrestling with the photocopier in The SLV till closing time- eh?
From the same article - some rats in the ranks?
"RATS AT SIXPENCE A HEAD
Cr. Backhouse said the report had not referred to rats. There were thousands of rats that might at any time endanger the health of the town. As only 20 had been purchased by the council he moved that the price should be raised to 6d. per head"
Posted by boynton at October 5, 2004 02:25 PM
Dress torn by dog
As part of The Age's 150th anniversary celebrations, The Age has compiled a snapshot of articles and photographs. The list is not meant to be definitive or exhaustive; we simply capture some of the things that made news.
Comments: dress age
Found this in one of those links of yours - imagine - bubonic plague in Melbourne!!
"PLAGUE HOSPITAL HASTENED
Dr. Gresswell now urges that the erection of the proposed plague hospital on Coode Island should be proceeded with at as early a date as possible."
Posted by nora at October 5, 2004 02:10 PM
http://www.150.theage.com.au/view_bestofarticle.asp?straction=update&inttype=1&intid=1706
That Coode reference was too good, Nora, and I had to follow up the story.
Fascinating reading - sure beats the days of reading The Age on wonky Microfilm and wrestling with the photocopier in The SLV till closing time- eh?
From the same article - some rats in the ranks?
"RATS AT SIXPENCE A HEAD
Cr. Backhouse said the report had not referred to rats. There were thousands of rats that might at any time endanger the health of the town. As only 20 had been purchased by the council he moved that the price should be raised to 6d. per head"
Posted by boynton at October 5, 2004 02:25 PM
yan yean
The Yan Yean Reservoir, 1862
View east of Yan Yean Reservoir
.. It'll give you some idea of the bush, Mr Raffles, and you'll see the sources of the water-supply of this city, sir. You'll see where every drop of it comes from, the pure Yan Yean The Tale Part two
Raffles Le Premier Pas The full text of the original story... with annotations and photographs of the various locations as they appear today.
View east of Yan Yean Reservoir
.. It'll give you some idea of the bush, Mr Raffles, and you'll see the sources of the water-supply of this city, sir. You'll see where every drop of it comes from, the pure Yan Yean The Tale Part two
Raffles Le Premier Pas The full text of the original story... with annotations and photographs of the various locations as they appear today.
sak
Here it is -the ultimate swiss army knife
a tool for every occasion
(via bifurcated rivets)
the XLT displaying some of its dazzling 50-tooled plumage
After 14 years of service my Victorinox mini-Swiss Army Knife (SAK) has finally begun to show its age: the toothpick went missing, the enamel casing cracked, the insignia fell off... Customer Review
Does the Swiss army really use the Swiss army knife?
Comments: sak
It's the only weapon they're allowed.
Posted by Dick at October 4, 2004 08:42 AM
Magnifying glasses at twenty paces.
Ballpoints at dawn.
Posted by boynton at October 4, 2004 12:22 PM
a tool for every occasion
(via bifurcated rivets)
the XLT displaying some of its dazzling 50-tooled plumage
After 14 years of service my Victorinox mini-Swiss Army Knife (SAK) has finally begun to show its age: the toothpick went missing, the enamel casing cracked, the insignia fell off... Customer Review
Does the Swiss army really use the Swiss army knife?
Comments: sak
It's the only weapon they're allowed.
Posted by Dick at October 4, 2004 08:42 AM
Magnifying glasses at twenty paces.
Ballpoints at dawn.
Posted by boynton at October 4, 2004 12:22 PM
Thursday, September 30, 2004
Wednesday, September 29, 2004
shrinking
|
(via the Presurfer)
Brown? Wouldn't you know it. Last week when I wanted to be Charlie Brown, I was more Schroeder. (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)
Comments: shrinking
At least it wasn't Beige.
Posted by Nora at September 30, 2004 09:53 PM
Tuesday, September 28, 2004
Monday, September 27, 2004
sing a long beatles
Undiscovered Beatles Reviews of obscure Beatles tracks
(via twists and turns)
Meanwhile I've been singing the catalogue at this excellent Beatles Karaoke site.
(via grow a brain)
(There may be something quite sad about singing along solo to sixties songs at your computer, but I'm smiling.)
Comments: sing a long beatles
The great thing about so vast a catalogue is that you're constantly stumbling across half-forgotten songs & experiencing something of the shock of the new. And what a great song 'Because' is. McCartney = ballads, Lennon = rockers - bollocks: 'Here, There & Everywhere' & 'Because' eclipse the McCartney soft-rock oeuvre completely.
Posted by Dick at September 28, 2004 08:26 AM
A. The sad thing may be that you have to keep enough self-monitoring running to reflect on whether it should be embarrassing to do something in private you thoroughly enjoy. That comes fromt he schoolyard, where the cruelty of constant judgement by the most important people in your life, your peers, who don't know anything about anything, especially concerning the value of singing for joy, begins its life-long spirit-dampening sting.
B. McCartney screamed his ass off and people thought it was Lennon, becuse Lennon cultivated the greaser/hood image against McCartney's pretty-boy choir-boy. They were a great team and more than the sum of their parts combined. Dissing one at the expense of the other is sort of cultish and odd.
Writing songs your grandmother likes isn't a weakness, nor is writing songs and making music that people still enjoy singing 40 years later.
George Harrison did great work in that band as well.
Posted by vernaculo at September 28, 2004 11:10 AM
Dick - I agree. Been a while since I sung along to "Things we said today" or "If I Fell"
I love Because.
Notice it's up at Undiscovered Beatles now.
Can only hear the Beethoven (rollover?) now, and in an earlier post I linked to the means of reversing 'Moonlight'
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/004696.html
You're right, Vernaculo.
But it's the Midi tinny thing as well.
downmarket player piano?
But these are surprisingly good.
Nothing better than singing in harmony though.
& I've been singing GH's "For You Blue" and "Here Comes the Sun" (a good song for early spring)
Posted by boynton at September 28, 2004 03:14 PM
Hey guys...good to seee McCartney getting some love...it's a rare thing nowadays. However, Paul did write Here, There, and Everywhere. Hope you liked the Undiscovered stuff and there's a new one coming up next week.
Posted by Matt at October 12, 2004 09:23 AM
Yep - I am enjoying the UB. Had almost written off "She's Leaving Home" myself - so caused a bit of a re-think.
I think "Here, There and Everywhere" is one of Paul's best, as John said in the Playboy interview: "That's Paul's song completely, I believe. And one of my favorite songs of the Beatles."
One of the best ballads to sing, too.
Looking forward to the next installment.
Posted by boynton at October 12, 2004 11:36 AM
(via twists and turns)
Meanwhile I've been singing the catalogue at this excellent Beatles Karaoke site.
(via grow a brain)
(There may be something quite sad about singing along solo to sixties songs at your computer, but I'm smiling.)
Comments: sing a long beatles
The great thing about so vast a catalogue is that you're constantly stumbling across half-forgotten songs & experiencing something of the shock of the new. And what a great song 'Because' is. McCartney = ballads, Lennon = rockers - bollocks: 'Here, There & Everywhere' & 'Because' eclipse the McCartney soft-rock oeuvre completely.
Posted by Dick at September 28, 2004 08:26 AM
A. The sad thing may be that you have to keep enough self-monitoring running to reflect on whether it should be embarrassing to do something in private you thoroughly enjoy. That comes fromt he schoolyard, where the cruelty of constant judgement by the most important people in your life, your peers, who don't know anything about anything, especially concerning the value of singing for joy, begins its life-long spirit-dampening sting.
B. McCartney screamed his ass off and people thought it was Lennon, becuse Lennon cultivated the greaser/hood image against McCartney's pretty-boy choir-boy. They were a great team and more than the sum of their parts combined. Dissing one at the expense of the other is sort of cultish and odd.
Writing songs your grandmother likes isn't a weakness, nor is writing songs and making music that people still enjoy singing 40 years later.
George Harrison did great work in that band as well.
Posted by vernaculo at September 28, 2004 11:10 AM
Dick - I agree. Been a while since I sung along to "Things we said today" or "If I Fell"
I love Because.
Notice it's up at Undiscovered Beatles now.
Can only hear the Beethoven (rollover?) now, and in an earlier post I linked to the means of reversing 'Moonlight'
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/004696.html
You're right, Vernaculo.
But it's the Midi tinny thing as well.
downmarket player piano?
But these are surprisingly good.
Nothing better than singing in harmony though.
& I've been singing GH's "For You Blue" and "Here Comes the Sun" (a good song for early spring)
Posted by boynton at September 28, 2004 03:14 PM
Hey guys...good to seee McCartney getting some love...it's a rare thing nowadays. However, Paul did write Here, There, and Everywhere. Hope you liked the Undiscovered stuff and there's a new one coming up next week.
Posted by Matt at October 12, 2004 09:23 AM
Yep - I am enjoying the UB. Had almost written off "She's Leaving Home" myself - so caused a bit of a re-think.
I think "Here, There and Everywhere" is one of Paul's best, as John said in the Playboy interview: "That's Paul's song completely, I believe. And one of my favorite songs of the Beatles."
One of the best ballads to sing, too.
Looking forward to the next installment.
Posted by boynton at October 12, 2004 11:36 AM
find
Couple who met at Goodwill store decide to get married there.
(via Diversionz)
Many years of haunting the local op shop and I've brought home many pre-loved objets d'art, but sadly no obscur objet du désir. Might hop down to St Vincents now to see if there's a nice Man amongst the retro treasures.
Comments: find
Well that sounds like your dream come true. If you can bring home a fully functioning "free" washing machine surely you can manage "Mr Right"?
The H'op shop IS your shop afterall.
Posted by Norabone at September 27, 2004 05:39 PM
Please don't put such a 'spin' on a kind act of charity, Nora. I've always relied on the kindness of strangers when it comes to washing machines, y'know. ;)
(But I'm misty-eyed at the sweet memories of those far off days before centralised pricing)
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 05:51 PM
(via Diversionz)
Many years of haunting the local op shop and I've brought home many pre-loved objets d'art, but sadly no obscur objet du désir. Might hop down to St Vincents now to see if there's a nice Man amongst the retro treasures.
Comments: find
Well that sounds like your dream come true. If you can bring home a fully functioning "free" washing machine surely you can manage "Mr Right"?
The H'op shop IS your shop afterall.
Posted by Norabone at September 27, 2004 05:39 PM
Please don't put such a 'spin' on a kind act of charity, Nora. I've always relied on the kindness of strangers when it comes to washing machines, y'know. ;)
(But I'm misty-eyed at the sweet memories of those far off days before centralised pricing)
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 05:51 PM
Sunday, September 26, 2004
bolts
A big game of football was on today apparently.
I heard the Coodabeens observing the supporters arriving at the MCG:
(Port) need an animal. You can't dress up as a lightning bolt.
The lightning bolts beat the lions but we stopped watching before the final siren.
An unprecedented event.
The only thing that seemed genuine was the kick-to-kick happening in the dead street at half time. Later, three generations of Victorians kicked the football in a paddock, the toddlers tumbling, the fathers umpiring, the grandpa calling. As I walked past one backyard party spilling into the park a guy with a stubby was leaning against a tree protesting into his mobile But it's Grand Final Day!
Was he convincing?
I heard the Coodabeens observing the supporters arriving at the MCG:
(Port) need an animal. You can't dress up as a lightning bolt.
The lightning bolts beat the lions but we stopped watching before the final siren.
An unprecedented event.
The only thing that seemed genuine was the kick-to-kick happening in the dead street at half time. Later, three generations of Victorians kicked the football in a paddock, the toddlers tumbling, the fathers umpiring, the grandpa calling. As I walked past one backyard party spilling into the park a guy with a stubby was leaning against a tree protesting into his mobile But it's Grand Final Day!
Was he convincing?
content grazing
Darren of Living Room has a new blog ProBlogger Tips and Advice on Blogging for Dollars . Looks good (although I suspect I shall always be a poor blogger)
From this link to a series on Blog Formats I think boynton may be closest to the brief remark.
I like the expression content grazing.
Images of ruminative sheep. The cattle are lowing.
perfectly content grazing with the muzzle on
Comments: content grazing
Muzzles for horses? What will they think of next?
Posted by Link at September 27, 2004 11:25 AM
I want one for the blue heeler of my discontent.
For the next time she grazes my knee.
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 03:43 PM
From this link to a series on Blog Formats I think boynton may be closest to the brief remark.
Brevity is generally a good thing in weblogs – it promotes content grazing by readers who are looking for a few quick items of interest rather than an in-depth reading experience. From the reader’s perspective, blogs that include mainly brief items are usually easier to absorb, especially when blog-reading is an activity crammed in during the odd spare minute
I like the expression content grazing.
Images of ruminative sheep. The cattle are lowing.
perfectly content grazing with the muzzle on
Comments: content grazing
Muzzles for horses? What will they think of next?
Posted by Link at September 27, 2004 11:25 AM
I want one for the blue heeler of my discontent.
For the next time she grazes my knee.
Posted by boynton at September 27, 2004 03:43 PM
Friday, September 24, 2004
what is it?
I was speaking to an old friend today about the Internet.
What is the Internet? He said.
Yeah yeah.
No - what is the Internet? What is the Internet?
Oh right. I shrugged.
I didn't have this online definition up my off line sleeve. Or this
Who knows.
I've been told it's a research tool, but it's bloody hopeless. He added.
Comments: what is it?
Please to consider my silence approval, generally, of your always interesting and at times most droll efforts, making exception for this, comment, which is to say that.
And also to wonder if you've tried this A9 thing
http://a9.com/-/company/whatsCool.jsp
yet?
It is a Google-Amazon hybrid, or purports to be.
Google has my loyalties all sewn up, generally, but searching is a dispassionate enterprise, engine-wise, and I keep looking.
Also your countryman, Barista,
http://dox.media2.org/barista/archives/001161.html
has a little squib vis. Google's vulnerability to reactionary fiddling.
Also I have here by me that Google Hacks book
http://a9.com/Google%20Hacks
that I paid good money for, but it took seeing your use of the [define:] protocol to bring it into my purview. No reflection on the book's author that, just my own slothful ways.
Also I missed entirely that time you linked and said good things about that Fridge thing I did, and take this opportunity to thank you for that, having recently discovered it in your archive.
Thank you for that.
Posted by vernaculo at September 25, 2004 06:39 PM
A9 looks good. Just tried (randomly - as I remember my google search of a few months ago)
"Betty Grable Fred Astaire" and it was much more efficient. I could have got to this page in two.
http://www.columbia.edu/itc/barnard/theater/kirkland/3136/1930sgallery/pages/LS1934.3.htm
Is it the presence of images?
The combo is an interesting thing in itself for data retrieval. Must play with it.
And Google Hacks looks worth a read.
Thank you for your kind words. Timely.
(What is the Internet?)
& I was very taken by your Fridge/s.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:02 PM
Interesting.
The Internet is seen as research tool. Very academic. On this model it is akin to going into library and looking up an index.
How about a Heideggerian perspective: connecting up with broadband discloses a world.
That world is there but it has remained hidden even though it now enframes us and our activities.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 26, 2004 06:19 PM
That's great, Gary.
I think that is the model he was using, and has found some online indexes wanting. I muttered something about the 'invisible web' - but much prefer the sense of undisclosed world. (Undisclosed even on poorman's dialup)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2004 07:33 PM
What is the Internet? He said.
Yeah yeah.
No - what is the Internet? What is the Internet?
Oh right. I shrugged.
I didn't have this online definition up my off line sleeve. Or this
Who knows.
I've been told it's a research tool, but it's bloody hopeless. He added.
Comments: what is it?
Please to consider my silence approval, generally, of your always interesting and at times most droll efforts, making exception for this, comment, which is to say that.
And also to wonder if you've tried this A9 thing
http://a9.com/-/company/whatsCool.jsp
yet?
It is a Google-Amazon hybrid, or purports to be.
Google has my loyalties all sewn up, generally, but searching is a dispassionate enterprise, engine-wise, and I keep looking.
Also your countryman, Barista,
http://dox.media2.org/barista/archives/001161.html
has a little squib vis. Google's vulnerability to reactionary fiddling.
Also I have here by me that Google Hacks book
http://a9.com/Google%20Hacks
that I paid good money for, but it took seeing your use of the [define:] protocol to bring it into my purview. No reflection on the book's author that, just my own slothful ways.
Also I missed entirely that time you linked and said good things about that Fridge thing I did, and take this opportunity to thank you for that, having recently discovered it in your archive.
Thank you for that.
Posted by vernaculo at September 25, 2004 06:39 PM
A9 looks good. Just tried (randomly - as I remember my google search of a few months ago)
"Betty Grable Fred Astaire" and it was much more efficient. I could have got to this page in two.
http://www.columbia.edu/itc/barnard/theater/kirkland/3136/1930sgallery/pages/LS1934.3.htm
Is it the presence of images?
The combo is an interesting thing in itself for data retrieval. Must play with it.
And Google Hacks looks worth a read.
Thank you for your kind words. Timely.
(What is the Internet?)
& I was very taken by your Fridge/s.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:02 PM
Interesting.
The Internet is seen as research tool. Very academic. On this model it is akin to going into library and looking up an index.
How about a Heideggerian perspective: connecting up with broadband discloses a world.
That world is there but it has remained hidden even though it now enframes us and our activities.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 26, 2004 06:19 PM
That's great, Gary.
I think that is the model he was using, and has found some online indexes wanting. I muttered something about the 'invisible web' - but much prefer the sense of undisclosed world. (Undisclosed even on poorman's dialup)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2004 07:33 PM
Thursday, September 23, 2004
significance
Read small stories and attend to page two
Just because something is reported in a single paragraph does not mean it is insignificant. Busy subeditors, with their own blind spots and unexamined prejudices, and with limited space, often cut the most interesting or significant piece of news down to a few lines
Between the lines Tips on reading newspapers
(via Kevan del.icio.us)
Just because something is reported in a single paragraph does not mean it is insignificant. Busy subeditors, with their own blind spots and unexamined prejudices, and with limited space, often cut the most interesting or significant piece of news down to a few lines
Between the lines Tips on reading newspapers
(via Kevan del.icio.us)
curling
So I scored a white tea in fine china and a house chocolate as my hair was snipped in a salon. No House music for the shearers in this salon.
The guy who cut my hair said we're actors.
On slow days when the stories run out, you have to make them up.
A MAN CURLING A WOMAN'S HAIR. A SMALL GIRL STANDS BESIDE HER AND A MAN HOLDS A CRYING BABY IN THE BACKGROUND
The guy who cut my hair said we're actors.
On slow days when the stories run out, you have to make them up.
A MAN CURLING A WOMAN'S HAIR. A SMALL GIRL STANDS BESIDE HER AND A MAN HOLDS A CRYING BABY IN THE BACKGROUND
Tuesday, September 21, 2004
hairdressers
Half thinking of making a hairdressing appointment, when I saw the link at I like to old hairdressers. Every town has at least one and they're another taste of yesteryear with quality signwriting, 50s styling, or simple charm.
I think there's an old salon in this very suburb, but I wish this travelling hairdresser from 1945 was still around.
Meanwhile ...Members of the Hairdressers Council
Comments: hairdressers
That old salon up the road?
Take my advice, Boynton. Don't go there.
Posted by Nora at September 21, 2004 05:27 PM
Yes I think old salons could be rather scary places. Memories of scary old hairdressers of childhood. However, if they had a 'Happy Hour' like one of the neighbouring establishments, I could be tempted.
Posted by boynton at September 22, 2004 12:34 AM
Damn, speak for yerself ladies.
I came over here to escape all the testosterone bitchiness of the blokey political blogs, only to find you hairsprayed harpies dissing the local barber with his trusty shears and staple-detached copies of 'The Australian Post" and "National Geographic".
Where else could I keep up with the latest developments for the Ettamongah Pub and the threat to puffin colonies on the Isle of Rhum, while also being trimmed off the top and tipped about a nice little stayer in the second at Flemington?
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 01:52 AM
Yeah OK, Nat Geo was gluebound - but it's the principle of pages drifting loose under nervous prepubscent fingers while yer waiting for yer Number 2 that's the nub 'n' stubble of my point.
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 04:39 AM
There's an ancient guy who runs a one-man barbers in the covered market in Letchworth. It's just a glazed booth with one barber's chair, a sink, a table bearing the most basic implements, some chairs for waiting patrons & a garish seascape on the one wall. And there are always three or four custoners waiting. Glimpsed in passing, it's like an Edward Hopper painting.
Posted by Dick at September 22, 2004 07:45 AM
No no nabakov - didn't intend to diss any such barbers. I'm too fond of the stubble of suburban yesteryears to diss any remnant barbers, which afford the universal time-warped glimpses for passers by, as Dick suggests.
The outer suburban lone ancient female hairdresser of yesteryear on the other hand, brings back ancient memories, not all sunny.
I know that you mean the ethnology pix of Nat Geog, but coincidentally I was going to link to this site yesterday, which features an ancient 'beehive'
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/bestvintage/photogallery_01.html
(link via Life in the present
http://michellefierro.typepad.com/veritas/2004/09/national_geogra.html)
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 02:47 PM
my first barber had a mirrored ceiling and every wall-inch covered with girlie pics - damn those were the days, at seven and a half
Posted by nardo at September 23, 2004 06:40 PM
description of the blogopshere ?
or at least the 'testosterone local blokey political' parts thereof ;)
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 11:16 PM
blokosphere
Posted by nardo at September 24, 2004 05:28 PM
My apologies ladies for the "hairpsrayed harpies" phrase. T'was meant jocularly, in context, in character, in...oh bugger it, I was drunk.
Anyhoo, finally saw the Coens' "The Man Who Wasn't There" the other night. Classical barbershop shit.. and some serious voudoun shit too - which must have involved raising James Wong from the the dead for the some of the most stunning B&W cinematography I've ever seen.
But yer I'm old enough to remember being young in an old barbershop chair. Part of the appeal was being a 12 year old hearing unrelated grownups talking about manly things and happy to explain some of them to you in a reasonably unpatronising way. "Well sonny, handicapping a horse means that you take some lead...", "Raquel Welsh? Well sonny, it's like this..."
That means a lot to a twelve year old who's Mum left him there with strict instructions for his tonsure.
Posted by Nabakov at September 25, 2004 01:19 AM
the jocular vein was spotted.
the movie sounds ok.
'Sonny' memories sound intriguing.
(I would have liked to have had handicapping explained to me as a young lass. There's still time I guess before the first Tues of Nov.)
Coincidentally today I read about the old barber shops of old Port Adelaide, gone in the gentrication.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:42 PM
I think there's an old salon in this very suburb, but I wish this travelling hairdresser from 1945 was still around.
Meanwhile ...Members of the Hairdressers Council
Comments: hairdressers
That old salon up the road?
Take my advice, Boynton. Don't go there.
Posted by Nora at September 21, 2004 05:27 PM
Yes I think old salons could be rather scary places. Memories of scary old hairdressers of childhood. However, if they had a 'Happy Hour' like one of the neighbouring establishments, I could be tempted.
Posted by boynton at September 22, 2004 12:34 AM
Damn, speak for yerself ladies.
I came over here to escape all the testosterone bitchiness of the blokey political blogs, only to find you hairsprayed harpies dissing the local barber with his trusty shears and staple-detached copies of 'The Australian Post" and "National Geographic".
Where else could I keep up with the latest developments for the Ettamongah Pub and the threat to puffin colonies on the Isle of Rhum, while also being trimmed off the top and tipped about a nice little stayer in the second at Flemington?
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 01:52 AM
Yeah OK, Nat Geo was gluebound - but it's the principle of pages drifting loose under nervous prepubscent fingers while yer waiting for yer Number 2 that's the nub 'n' stubble of my point.
Posted by Nabakov at September 22, 2004 04:39 AM
There's an ancient guy who runs a one-man barbers in the covered market in Letchworth. It's just a glazed booth with one barber's chair, a sink, a table bearing the most basic implements, some chairs for waiting patrons & a garish seascape on the one wall. And there are always three or four custoners waiting. Glimpsed in passing, it's like an Edward Hopper painting.
Posted by Dick at September 22, 2004 07:45 AM
No no nabakov - didn't intend to diss any such barbers. I'm too fond of the stubble of suburban yesteryears to diss any remnant barbers, which afford the universal time-warped glimpses for passers by, as Dick suggests.
The outer suburban lone ancient female hairdresser of yesteryear on the other hand, brings back ancient memories, not all sunny.
I know that you mean the ethnology pix of Nat Geog, but coincidentally I was going to link to this site yesterday, which features an ancient 'beehive'
http://magma.nationalgeographic.com/ngm/bestvintage/photogallery_01.html
(link via Life in the present
http://michellefierro.typepad.com/veritas/2004/09/national_geogra.html)
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 02:47 PM
my first barber had a mirrored ceiling and every wall-inch covered with girlie pics - damn those were the days, at seven and a half
Posted by nardo at September 23, 2004 06:40 PM
description of the blogopshere ?
or at least the 'testosterone local blokey political' parts thereof ;)
Posted by boynton at September 23, 2004 11:16 PM
blokosphere
Posted by nardo at September 24, 2004 05:28 PM
My apologies ladies for the "hairpsrayed harpies" phrase. T'was meant jocularly, in context, in character, in...oh bugger it, I was drunk.
Anyhoo, finally saw the Coens' "The Man Who Wasn't There" the other night. Classical barbershop shit.. and some serious voudoun shit too - which must have involved raising James Wong from the the dead for the some of the most stunning B&W cinematography I've ever seen.
But yer I'm old enough to remember being young in an old barbershop chair. Part of the appeal was being a 12 year old hearing unrelated grownups talking about manly things and happy to explain some of them to you in a reasonably unpatronising way. "Well sonny, handicapping a horse means that you take some lead...", "Raquel Welsh? Well sonny, it's like this..."
That means a lot to a twelve year old who's Mum left him there with strict instructions for his tonsure.
Posted by Nabakov at September 25, 2004 01:19 AM
the jocular vein was spotted.
the movie sounds ok.
'Sonny' memories sound intriguing.
(I would have liked to have had handicapping explained to me as a young lass. There's still time I guess before the first Tues of Nov.)
Coincidentally today I read about the old barber shops of old Port Adelaide, gone in the gentrication.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:42 PM
Friday, September 17, 2004
photographic
I googled a church in Adelaide and suddenly found myself spinning round the famous Duryea Panorama, a link I'd often seen but never clicked. It was quite giddy, the historical details functioning as a kind of handrail, until I worked out how to slow down the spin to a sober pace befitting the city of (still standing and now demolished) churches..
This was quite coincidental (or is the correct web word serendipitous?) I had just been reading about another panorama at this site. The history of South Australian photography from 1845 to around 1915
Also: A French photographic site Phot'optic Collection
(via Ramage)
and more local photos to explore at the Campbelltown City Library Collection
This Image Library is a unique collection of just over 7,000 historical pictures of the Campbelltown District dating from the early 1800's
Comments: photographic
It is great panaroma of Adelaide. I had seen it at the Mortlock. Great to see it online.
I tried to find the site of my 1890s cottage in the south east corner of the city but the panaroma was too early to get a sense of that part.
When I have some more time I will have another look.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 24, 2004 02:11 PM
Great isn't it. I've seen one early panorama of Melbourne (off line), but they suit the medium.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:50 PM
This was quite coincidental (or is the correct web word serendipitous?) I had just been reading about another panorama at this site. The history of South Australian photography from 1845 to around 1915
Also: A French photographic site Phot'optic Collection
(via Ramage)
and more local photos to explore at the Campbelltown City Library Collection
This Image Library is a unique collection of just over 7,000 historical pictures of the Campbelltown District dating from the early 1800's
Comments: photographic
It is great panaroma of Adelaide. I had seen it at the Mortlock. Great to see it online.
I tried to find the site of my 1890s cottage in the south east corner of the city but the panaroma was too early to get a sense of that part.
When I have some more time I will have another look.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 24, 2004 02:11 PM
Great isn't it. I've seen one early panorama of Melbourne (off line), but they suit the medium.
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2004 08:50 PM
conference
Meanwhile I've been meandering through the various hypertexed categories of photographs from overalls and loudspeakers to filing cabinets (which were quite absorbing).
Conferences have proved to be a rich source of imagery...
As these two images from Stock breeders conference may demonstrate.
Comments: conference
broken linkage
Posted by vernaculo at September 18, 2004 05:25 AM
Yes - I don't know why this one keeps breaking.
I tried a couple of things but they seem to be temporary.
Only solution here seems to be to access the direct pictures of the Stock Breeders Conference of 20/4/1935
by that last bit of the address - after ? .
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 11:14 AM
btw
these were the other links that seem to be temporary:
http://libapp.sl.nsw.gov.au/cgi-bin/spydus/FULL/PM/SUHDGPICT/311/85883,10
http://libapp.sl.nsw.gov.au/cgi-bin/spydus/FULL/PM/SUHDGPICT/311/85884,11
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 12:20 PM
I've found a good link (I think)
waiting to see if they stay put.
(found through a cross-ref at Picture Australia)
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 02:12 PM
Conferences have proved to be a rich source of imagery...
As these two images from Stock breeders conference may demonstrate.
Comments: conference
broken linkage
Posted by vernaculo at September 18, 2004 05:25 AM
Yes - I don't know why this one keeps breaking.
I tried a couple of things but they seem to be temporary.
Only solution here seems to be to access the direct pictures of the Stock Breeders Conference of 20/4/1935
by that last bit of the address - after ? .
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 11:14 AM
btw
these were the other links that seem to be temporary:
http://libapp.sl.nsw.gov.au/cgi-bin/spydus/FULL/PM/SUHDGPICT/311/85883,10
http://libapp.sl.nsw.gov.au/cgi-bin/spydus/FULL/PM/SUHDGPICT/311/85884,11
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 12:20 PM
I've found a good link (I think)
waiting to see if they stay put.
(found through a cross-ref at Picture Australia)
Posted by boynton at September 18, 2004 02:12 PM
smiley
Jerz's Literacy Weblog: Tracking the smiley.
Are the origins to be found somewhere in the Reader's Digest or, as Wikipedia suggests, a 1953 ad in the New York Herald Tribune?
I wonder if the wink has been tracked? 'Tis my emoticon of choice, but strictly in txt only. This sort of wink would seem to need a ;) somewhere to work.
As someone who is overly fond of a wink, I should brush up on some variants.
*\:-) the tam o shanter may have been useful *\;-)
*\;#) apparently this means drunk wink in a tam o shater which may have been appropriate on the occasional winter bloggerly evening.
~= and this a candle, for today... *\;#)
Are the origins to be found somewhere in the Reader's Digest or, as Wikipedia suggests, a 1953 ad in the New York Herald Tribune?
I wonder if the wink has been tracked? 'Tis my emoticon of choice, but strictly in txt only. This sort of wink would seem to need a ;) somewhere to work.
As someone who is overly fond of a wink, I should brush up on some variants.
*\:-) the tam o shanter may have been useful *\;-)
*\;#) apparently this means drunk wink in a tam o shater which may have been appropriate on the occasional winter bloggerly evening.
~= and this a candle, for today... *\;#)
some overalls
Some highlights from the 133 images of overalls collection...
Cleaner cleans lipstick kisses from a window with a photograph of Johnny Ray, Royal Arcade
Sheep researchers
pest exterminators, with collection of dead rats from a ship
Man who works on a cactus garden of an historic stone house inside with a sea-shell collection, Parramatta
I might start on the loudpeakers next
Cleaner cleans lipstick kisses from a window with a photograph of Johnny Ray, Royal Arcade
Sheep researchers
pest exterminators, with collection of dead rats from a ship
Man who works on a cactus garden of an historic stone house inside with a sea-shell collection, Parramatta
I might start on the loudpeakers next
Wednesday, September 15, 2004
darkness
This, Vonnegut believes, is the writer's obligation, to make connections, to offer insights, to ask essential questions, even (or especially) if the answers remain unknown. "We walk around," says Simon, "with an exhausting awareness of a darkness we don't want to acknowledge or even have words for. And Kurt says to us, 'You're not alone. I feel this too, and it's all right. You can say it.' "
Older and Bleaker Vonnegut's humor has become more pessimistic. 'I now give up on people,' he writes. (via a media dragon)
Comments: darkness
Great guy. Nice quote.
Posted by cs at September 16, 2005 09:36 AM
Poor old vonnegut. Maybe he really does wish some brilliant but 'humane' aliens would take us all captive as zoo exhibits aka billy pilgrim.
Posted by armaniac at September 16, 2005 12:55 PM
Really looking fwd to reading his latest.
Posted by boynton at September 16, 2005 03:57 PM
Tuesday, September 14, 2004
overall
I was idly googling rams, as you do, and found this link to a Picture Australia
Prize winning Merino .
I like the alternative list of subjects there.
Akubras, graziers, lawns, loudspeakers, ministers (government), overalls.
Couldn't resist clicking on overalls.
Your search for overalls in subject found 133 images
I guess Overalls is as good a classification as any for this 1958 study.
Comments: overall
Woolly for ewe.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:33 PM
she knits her brows and thinks of Ramekins...
(she of the 1958 sheep show that is)
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 05:42 PM
Knit, perchance to sheep.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:44 PM
with a bare bodkin.
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 06:03 PM
Ah, those were the days when rams were rams and men were nervous.
A bit of triva I found about the other day. That ram would have been sheared with the machine developed in Australia by Mr Fred Wolseley, with the assistance of Mr Herbert Austin, who both then moved back to England to become the Wolseley and the Austin of the UK's auto industry.
Posted by Nabakov at September 16, 2004 08:27 PM
All among the Wolseley...
a good bit of trivia.
Posted by boynton at September 17, 2004 11:09 AM
Prize winning Merino .
I like the alternative list of subjects there.
Akubras, graziers, lawns, loudspeakers, ministers (government), overalls.
Couldn't resist clicking on overalls.
Your search for overalls in subject found 133 images
I guess Overalls is as good a classification as any for this 1958 study.
Comments: overall
Woolly for ewe.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:33 PM
she knits her brows and thinks of Ramekins...
(she of the 1958 sheep show that is)
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 05:42 PM
Knit, perchance to sheep.
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:44 PM
with a bare bodkin.
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 06:03 PM
Ah, those were the days when rams were rams and men were nervous.
A bit of triva I found about the other day. That ram would have been sheared with the machine developed in Australia by Mr Fred Wolseley, with the assistance of Mr Herbert Austin, who both then moved back to England to become the Wolseley and the Austin of the UK's auto industry.
Posted by Nabakov at September 16, 2004 08:27 PM
All among the Wolseley...
a good bit of trivia.
Posted by boynton at September 17, 2004 11:09 AM
fridges
Another day another fridge...
Fridge Poetry Flash Game (via bifurcated rivets)
different wordset to the earlier model which offered off cuts of Revelations
the Fridge (via db)
Comments: fridges
These are brill! Thanks a bunch boynton.
Posted by Link at September 15, 2004 06:50 PM
Fridge Poetry Flash Game (via bifurcated rivets)
different wordset to the earlier model which offered off cuts of Revelations
the Fridge (via db)
Comments: fridges
These are brill! Thanks a bunch boynton.
Posted by Link at September 15, 2004 06:50 PM
Saturday, September 11, 2004
conditions
Watching the football play out in the heavy rain last night, we soon wanted to keep count of the number of times we heard the phrase in these conditions .
eg A great mark in these conditions. Good kick in these conditions. Clever tackle in these conditions.
We soon lost count. And we soon lost heart.
(It's hard to be a Swans supporter in these conditions)
But then South supporters learnt early on to expect these conditions.
Losing was pretty much the universal South Melbourne Condition.
eg A great mark in these conditions. Good kick in these conditions. Clever tackle in these conditions.
We soon lost count. And we soon lost heart.
(It's hard to be a Swans supporter in these conditions)
But then South supporters learnt early on to expect these conditions.
Losing was pretty much the universal South Melbourne Condition.
Friday, September 10, 2004
vintage fabric
Nostalgia fabrics at Fabric Attic (via exclamation mark)
Vintage Toys 1950's Children's Wall Decorations (via grow a brain)
Vintage Toys 1950's Children's Wall Decorations (via grow a brain)
prettiest songs
I was half listening to the radio yesterday and heard The Littlest Birds
Those moments when the prettiest songs get you smiling ...
Googling led me to this live version, and then back to a recent post at J walk, which links to Jolie Holland's solo version.
Comments: prettiest songs
Littlest Birds is indeed a beautiful song
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at September 10, 2004 02:23 PM
Yep.
"I'm not too blue to fly"
btw. The Jolie Holland version is about 37.22 into Catalpa. Another CD on the wish list.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:52 PM
Those moments when the prettiest songs get you smiling ...
Googling led me to this live version, and then back to a recent post at J walk, which links to Jolie Holland's solo version.
Comments: prettiest songs
Littlest Birds is indeed a beautiful song
Posted by Francis Xavier Holden at September 10, 2004 02:23 PM
Yep.
"I'm not too blue to fly"
btw. The Jolie Holland version is about 37.22 into Catalpa. Another CD on the wish list.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:52 PM
writing links
Whiskey River has featured some great on writing quotes this week.
eg. see this andthis from Brenda Uleland If you want to write
screenwriting / playwriting pages at
Talent Development Resources information and inspiration to enhance achievement and creative expression
(via Quiddity)
Purple Glitter Poesy Writing toys, games, & gizmoz to inspire your creativity
Random Oscar Wilde quote generator (via Incoming Signals)
... and speaking
A summary of The Scholarly Lecture: How to Stand and Deliver - survival tips for speakers. (via Anil Dash)
Comments: writing links
http://www.wordplayer.com
is well worth visiting for anyone interested in the art and craft of telling tales on screen.
Posted by Nabakov at September 10, 2004 03:33 PM
I've linked to Wordplay before - but always good to have a reminder, N.
A great resource.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:57 PM
eg. see this andthis from Brenda Uleland If you want to write
screenwriting / playwriting pages at
Talent Development Resources information and inspiration to enhance achievement and creative expression
(via Quiddity)
Purple Glitter Poesy Writing toys, games, & gizmoz to inspire your creativity
Random Oscar Wilde quote generator (via Incoming Signals)
... and speaking
A summary of The Scholarly Lecture: How to Stand and Deliver - survival tips for speakers. (via Anil Dash)
Comments: writing links
http://www.wordplayer.com
is well worth visiting for anyone interested in the art and craft of telling tales on screen.
Posted by Nabakov at September 10, 2004 03:33 PM
I've linked to Wordplay before - but always good to have a reminder, N.
A great resource.
Posted by boynton at September 11, 2004 05:57 PM
Tuesday, September 07, 2004
cortinas
The Ford Cortina Web site.
I like the road map navigation with Galleries and Movies(sightings of cortinas in movies) being good towns to explore along the Sapphire Coast.
I like the road map navigation with Galleries and Movies(sightings of cortinas in movies) being good towns to explore along the Sapphire Coast.
the beets
The Beat Museum (via bifurcated rivets)
The Beet Museum
Comments: the beets
The Beat Museum - a great link. I thought I had all the online beat stuff but I missed this one. Many thanks, B.
Posted by Dick at September 8, 2004 07:45 AM
I saw the best minds of my generation...eating their vegies.
Posted by Nabakov at September 9, 2004 12:46 AM
Ooohhh
Beat.
Meat.
Beet.
Seat.
Ahhhgggrrr.
Complete.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:54 PM
Neat.
I decided to try for a combo by putting the Beet page through Rob's Amazing Poem Generator
http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi
"Photographs courtesy of many
profits in the
main part of the factory
is a
continual
supply of
many profits in the Sale Road railway crossing
Industry was demolished in the most
serious. The industry
flourished for the
industry as 1866, the industry
The Glenmaggie irrigation scheme was completed in the most
serious
To become the Company was revived
following a report from beets
at Powerscourt Unloading
beets in 1899."
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:39 PM
The Beet Museum
Comments: the beets
The Beat Museum - a great link. I thought I had all the online beat stuff but I missed this one. Many thanks, B.
Posted by Dick at September 8, 2004 07:45 AM
I saw the best minds of my generation...eating their vegies.
Posted by Nabakov at September 9, 2004 12:46 AM
Ooohhh
Beat.
Meat.
Beet.
Seat.
Ahhhgggrrr.
Complete.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:54 PM
Neat.
I decided to try for a combo by putting the Beet page through Rob's Amazing Poem Generator
http://cmdrtaco.net/poemgen.cgi
"Photographs courtesy of many
profits in the
main part of the factory
is a
continual
supply of
many profits in the Sale Road railway crossing
Industry was demolished in the most
serious. The industry
flourished for the
industry as 1866, the industry
The Glenmaggie irrigation scheme was completed in the most
serious
To become the Company was revived
following a report from beets
at Powerscourt Unloading
beets in 1899."
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:39 PM
Saturday, September 04, 2004
rip
My dog Douglas died last night. Almost 15 years to the day when I first acquired custodianship of his kind roly magnificence.
This isn't the place for poetry.
A friend had counselled me to be strong and this was indeed wise during the nightime vigil. But once it happens it seems wiser to be weak in grief, for a week or so.
We've been each other's shadow, in each other's pocket, almost everyday.
We're going to bury him next to his mother and aunts on a hill in the place where he first opened his eyes, scene of the first time ever I saw his gentle dome head face. Rest in peace, my sweet.
Comments: rip
Agree with you about the grieving process. Hope it helps. Sounds like a wonderful resting place for Douglas.
Posted by murray at September 4, 2004 06:53 PM
Hopeless at saying anything useful/helpful in such circumstances, but consider it said.
Posted by Sedgwick at September 4, 2004 06:57 PM
I'll lend you for a little while, a little dog, God said,
For you to cherish while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead
It may be more than fifteen years, or only two or three,
But will you, till I call him home, look after him for me?
He'll bring his love to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
He'll leave you many memories, as comfort for your grief
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are things he wants to show, and lots for you to learn
I've looked the whole world over, in my search for masters true
and from the throng that crowds life's lane at last I've chosen you
Now will you give him all your love, nor think your labour vain
Nor turn against me when I come to take him home again?
Anon.
My heart goes out to you, 15's a good innings. Lucky dog.
Posted by Link at September 4, 2004 07:00 PM
Sympathies Ms Boynton.
I still remember when the light went out in my beautiful red kelpie's eyes, but she comes back now and again in my dreams.
Posted by cs at September 4, 2004 10:48 PM
I'm not a dog person, but the passing of a faithful companion is as sad as it gets. Condolences for now & the time ahead.
Posted by Dick at September 5, 2004 08:14 AM
Your dog must be proud, happy and smiling to have been able to romp and play in such a loving little pack.
Posted by JohnFen at September 5, 2004 01:42 PM
Poor Doug. Poor Boynton. Drink bubbles and remember him.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 5, 2004 06:18 PM
Thanks for all your kind comments - they do help.
Grieving on track, Murray.
Me and all, Sedge.
Lovely poem, Link - was a consolation to read.
Thanks and I hope to see him in dreams, Chris.
It is that kind of sad, Dick - even with all the current strife and sorrow about.
He was one of those 'smiling' dogs, John, best of a smiling breed.
Bubbly is sound advice Scott, I've already had a glass. Cheers.
We buried him well, with daffodils
and sorrowed love.
Posted by boynton at September 6, 2004 12:32 PM
Sorry to hear of your difficult loss.
Posted by Nick Piombino at September 6, 2004 01:06 PM
My sympathies... many flowers will bloom and many other puppies will give love and companionship to others.
With you, across the miles.
Posted by e at September 6, 2004 02:21 PM
Look at this way darling,..
...he had 105 Boynton years of sleeping, scratching and stretching, smelling the world like Kubrick saw it, running and jumping, shedding hair everywhere, slurping unmentionables, biting waves, cocking his ears like that, pissing on street furniture, fearelessly guarding you against strange men and dogs, crapping on the greenstrip with a thoughtful look, vetting your visitors, thumping his tail on the ground when he thought you were too, catching sticks but not birds, dropping his nose on yer knee in the middle of a Fellini DVD, snuggling up on cold nights and wrestling with a nice marrow bone now and then.
Nice work if you can get it. And I reckon he did.
Posted by Nabakov at September 7, 2004 02:04 AM
My sympathies, Ms. Boynton.
Sorry to hear of your loss.
Posted by Gerard at September 7, 2004 04:45 AM
Thanks Nick, e and Gerard. Such messages across the miles are consoling. I love that mix of puppies and flowers, e.
And many thanks Nabakov.
You got it in one (paragraph). Surely you must have known him - or one of his ilk. Only ever caught one bird - an ailing chook. Did vet visitors and men (maybe one too many - eh ;) ) And loved a marrow bone - although they did not love him so much.
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 12:54 PM
Even there that loyalty shows, that they go before us, a smaller life, willing to do whatever needs to be done.
"Look! I love you!"
Posted by vernaculo at September 7, 2004 03:24 PM
Yep - I agree.
Think they would probably choose it that way.
(For the skeptics - there are displays of such loyaltylove on a smaller scale every day)
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 11:31 PM
Boynton,
I'm so sorry to hear about Douglas.
There is an ache in my heart and a lump in my throat.
My condolances...
xo michelle
Posted by michelle at September 8, 2004 05:31 AM
Oh Boynton,
I'm so sorry.
Posted by mcb at September 8, 2004 04:54 PM
thanks muchly michelle and mcb.
every day is easier.
Posted by boynton at September 8, 2004 05:22 PM
woof woof
Posted by HL at September 9, 2004 04:05 PM
This isn't the place for poetry.
A friend had counselled me to be strong and this was indeed wise during the nightime vigil. But once it happens it seems wiser to be weak in grief, for a week or so.
We've been each other's shadow, in each other's pocket, almost everyday.
We're going to bury him next to his mother and aunts on a hill in the place where he first opened his eyes, scene of the first time ever I saw his gentle dome head face. Rest in peace, my sweet.
Comments: rip
Agree with you about the grieving process. Hope it helps. Sounds like a wonderful resting place for Douglas.
Posted by murray at September 4, 2004 06:53 PM
Hopeless at saying anything useful/helpful in such circumstances, but consider it said.
Posted by Sedgwick at September 4, 2004 06:57 PM
I'll lend you for a little while, a little dog, God said,
For you to cherish while he lives, and mourn for when he's dead
It may be more than fifteen years, or only two or three,
But will you, till I call him home, look after him for me?
He'll bring his love to gladden you and should his stay be brief,
He'll leave you many memories, as comfort for your grief
I cannot promise he will stay, since all from earth return,
But there are things he wants to show, and lots for you to learn
I've looked the whole world over, in my search for masters true
and from the throng that crowds life's lane at last I've chosen you
Now will you give him all your love, nor think your labour vain
Nor turn against me when I come to take him home again?
Anon.
My heart goes out to you, 15's a good innings. Lucky dog.
Posted by Link at September 4, 2004 07:00 PM
Sympathies Ms Boynton.
I still remember when the light went out in my beautiful red kelpie's eyes, but she comes back now and again in my dreams.
Posted by cs at September 4, 2004 10:48 PM
I'm not a dog person, but the passing of a faithful companion is as sad as it gets. Condolences for now & the time ahead.
Posted by Dick at September 5, 2004 08:14 AM
Your dog must be proud, happy and smiling to have been able to romp and play in such a loving little pack.
Posted by JohnFen at September 5, 2004 01:42 PM
Poor Doug. Poor Boynton. Drink bubbles and remember him.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 5, 2004 06:18 PM
Thanks for all your kind comments - they do help.
Grieving on track, Murray.
Me and all, Sedge.
Lovely poem, Link - was a consolation to read.
Thanks and I hope to see him in dreams, Chris.
It is that kind of sad, Dick - even with all the current strife and sorrow about.
He was one of those 'smiling' dogs, John, best of a smiling breed.
Bubbly is sound advice Scott, I've already had a glass. Cheers.
We buried him well, with daffodils
and sorrowed love.
Posted by boynton at September 6, 2004 12:32 PM
Sorry to hear of your difficult loss.
Posted by Nick Piombino at September 6, 2004 01:06 PM
My sympathies... many flowers will bloom and many other puppies will give love and companionship to others.
With you, across the miles.
Posted by e at September 6, 2004 02:21 PM
Look at this way darling,..
...he had 105 Boynton years of sleeping, scratching and stretching, smelling the world like Kubrick saw it, running and jumping, shedding hair everywhere, slurping unmentionables, biting waves, cocking his ears like that, pissing on street furniture, fearelessly guarding you against strange men and dogs, crapping on the greenstrip with a thoughtful look, vetting your visitors, thumping his tail on the ground when he thought you were too, catching sticks but not birds, dropping his nose on yer knee in the middle of a Fellini DVD, snuggling up on cold nights and wrestling with a nice marrow bone now and then.
Nice work if you can get it. And I reckon he did.
Posted by Nabakov at September 7, 2004 02:04 AM
My sympathies, Ms. Boynton.
Sorry to hear of your loss.
Posted by Gerard at September 7, 2004 04:45 AM
Thanks Nick, e and Gerard. Such messages across the miles are consoling. I love that mix of puppies and flowers, e.
And many thanks Nabakov.
You got it in one (paragraph). Surely you must have known him - or one of his ilk. Only ever caught one bird - an ailing chook. Did vet visitors and men (maybe one too many - eh ;) ) And loved a marrow bone - although they did not love him so much.
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 12:54 PM
Even there that loyalty shows, that they go before us, a smaller life, willing to do whatever needs to be done.
"Look! I love you!"
Posted by vernaculo at September 7, 2004 03:24 PM
Yep - I agree.
Think they would probably choose it that way.
(For the skeptics - there are displays of such loyaltylove on a smaller scale every day)
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 11:31 PM
Boynton,
I'm so sorry to hear about Douglas.
There is an ache in my heart and a lump in my throat.
My condolances...
xo michelle
Posted by michelle at September 8, 2004 05:31 AM
Oh Boynton,
I'm so sorry.
Posted by mcb at September 8, 2004 04:54 PM
thanks muchly michelle and mcb.
every day is easier.
Posted by boynton at September 8, 2004 05:22 PM
woof woof
Posted by HL at September 9, 2004 04:05 PM
Friday, September 03, 2004
ram
Looks like one of my markers has gone. There is a shop full of Collectibles that we drive past at least once a week which has featured a rare ram of the Golden Fleece breed in its window display for years. I have always duly noted its presence. We are the caretakers of one of its bretheren whose owners are overseas, although this domestic one has bad feet - testament to its unauthorised removal? Or maybe foot rot is a condition that untethered sheep develop away from the bowser.
It's always very disturbing when such fixtures disappear.
"It's not a library" observed my companion as we drove past.
"No, but it's sad" I bleated.
Guess I had thought such an icon might have been an honoury NFS item of stock. Antique bloodlines.
Hope it went to a good home.
Comments: ram
Everything is for sale.
Posted by Nora at September 3, 2004 04:56 PM
The resident one isn't - or a certain gentleman/poacher will have my guts for cutlets.
The Ram won't move - even when the wolf is at the door.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 05:39 PM
Your companion is wise beyond his ears.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM
Or hers.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM
His wisdom is in arrears.
Or the ram's (wisdom) is.
(He seems to be in the rear of the shop afterall)
meanwhile she's hearing the rams.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:33 PM
The silence of the rams?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 07:47 PM
Saying: organise a ram ram raid.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:53 PM
Adopted son of the Rarney & Retty?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 09:45 PM
He's a Rebble...
Or:
"Did you mean: Harney & Pretty?" - Google.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 11:14 PM
Leave me out of this.
Posted by Big Ramifications at September 14, 2004 11:48 AM
http://kokomo.ca/cd_review/decca_years/you_cant_pull_the_wool.htm
;)
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 12:29 PM
Ram the Sham ...
http://www.robert-kruse.com/samudio/pages/lyric-wooly.html
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:27 PM
It's always very disturbing when such fixtures disappear.
"It's not a library" observed my companion as we drove past.
"No, but it's sad" I bleated.
Guess I had thought such an icon might have been an honoury NFS item of stock. Antique bloodlines.
Hope it went to a good home.
Comments: ram
Everything is for sale.
Posted by Nora at September 3, 2004 04:56 PM
The resident one isn't - or a certain gentleman/poacher will have my guts for cutlets.
The Ram won't move - even when the wolf is at the door.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 05:39 PM
Your companion is wise beyond his ears.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM
Or hers.
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 02:57 PM
His wisdom is in arrears.
Or the ram's (wisdom) is.
(He seems to be in the rear of the shop afterall)
meanwhile she's hearing the rams.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:33 PM
The silence of the rams?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 07:47 PM
Saying: organise a ram ram raid.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 07:53 PM
Adopted son of the Rarney & Retty?
Posted by Tony.T at September 9, 2004 09:45 PM
He's a Rebble...
Or:
"Did you mean: Harney & Pretty?" - Google.
Posted by boynton at September 9, 2004 11:14 PM
Leave me out of this.
Posted by Big Ramifications at September 14, 2004 11:48 AM
http://kokomo.ca/cd_review/decca_years/you_cant_pull_the_wool.htm
;)
Posted by boynton at September 14, 2004 12:29 PM
Ram the Sham ...
http://www.robert-kruse.com/samudio/pages/lyric-wooly.html
Posted by Tony.T at September 14, 2004 05:27 PM
counting sheep
A sheep for the sleeplessness
(via fishbucket)
the looking clock
an analogue clock that only reveals the time and continues working when a person is present and looking at it.
(via J walk)
(via fishbucket)
the looking clock
an analogue clock that only reveals the time and continues working when a person is present and looking at it.
(via J walk)
Thursday, September 02, 2004
lost
A depression in the sofa. You were here.
On the kitchen counter, a glass. You were here
Principle eleven
The Twelve Principles for Finding Lost Objects
(via diversionz)
Occasionally, our distress is such that not only do we overlook an object—we forget what we’re looking for! To avoid this, repeatedly murmur the name of the object. (“Potholder, potholder, potholder.”)
Principle Ten
Comments: lost
One thing about having a streamlined, minimalist house while most of my possessions are still in storage is that I haven't lost anything yet.
But I like the idea of wandering around murmuring potholder, potholder. I might do it anyway.
Posted by mcb at September 2, 2004 03:59 PM
Thank God for this. I still can't find a damn thing but I feel so much more philosophical about their disappearance.
Posted by Dick at September 2, 2004 04:33 PM
I've lost track of what I was gonna comment about.
I'll just retrace my clickstream.
Carry on.
Posted by Nabakov at September 2, 2004 11:45 PM
My tip would be to always look for something else other than whatever it is you've lost. The number of things I've found when I wasn't looking for them...
Posted by dave at September 3, 2004 08:15 AM
mcb - I like that particluar incantation too.
It sure beats: "Keys.Keys.Keys"
Not sure if the philosophy of disappearance is always reassuring, Dick."It's not lost. You are" It's possible that soon I will be chanting "potholder" around the clock ;)
N: Comment. Comment. Comment...
I think that might be one of the 12, Dave.
And (in all seriousness) I agree. The trick is to be able to stop looking.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 01:34 PM
Did anyone suggest St Anthony - patron saint of lost objects - or has his intercession been misplaced by you godless heathens?
condolences for the loss of your faithful hound - he may well be cocking a leg on the gates of Zion, as we speak
Posted by nardo at September 5, 2004 12:40 PM
thanks, Nardo.
One of his favourite and most persistant activities.
Posted by boynton at September 7, 2004 12:55 PM
Tuesday, August 31, 2004
Elektronik
Elektronik ingenieur
Philips Electronic Experiment Kits in the various forms of the EE-series
(via the Cartoonist)
Comments: elektronik
Science! Technology! Your Friend Electricity!
I remember mucking around with these kits as a tweenie.
Not the Philips ones though. T'was some Brit outfit like Branners? - vaguely connected with Meccano in some way as I half remember.
Anyway the big breakthrough was discovering how to deliver mild electric shocks to an unsuspecting sibling. "Just hold this for a second, thanks."
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 02:25 AM
A qualifier. "unsuspecting" at first.It got quite Pavlovian after a while.
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 02:28 AM
I think I was the unsuspecting younger sib in our family. My brother had an Electronics kit - but it was the chemical set that was to be feared.
I preferred the milder sport of engineering crashes on his train set.
Posted by boynton at September 2, 2004 12:53 PM
Philips Electronic Experiment Kits in the various forms of the EE-series
(via the Cartoonist)
Comments: elektronik
Science! Technology! Your Friend Electricity!
I remember mucking around with these kits as a tweenie.
Not the Philips ones though. T'was some Brit outfit like Branners? - vaguely connected with Meccano in some way as I half remember.
Anyway the big breakthrough was discovering how to deliver mild electric shocks to an unsuspecting sibling. "Just hold this for a second, thanks."
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 02:25 AM
A qualifier. "unsuspecting" at first.It got quite Pavlovian after a while.
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 02:28 AM
I think I was the unsuspecting younger sib in our family. My brother had an Electronics kit - but it was the chemical set that was to be feared.
I preferred the milder sport of engineering crashes on his train set.
Posted by boynton at September 2, 2004 12:53 PM
labradorsky
Labradorský retrÃvr
from Vintage Dog Postcards (via life in the present)
It's been a lean month here for dog blogging. Who knows - this may be a good thing.
Comments: labradorsky
90 year old retriver (retrivr) and as sweet as ever (smile)
Posted by Jozef at August 31, 2004 08:26 PM
One gulp, they could do it in one gulp...
Posted by David Tiley at September 1, 2004 02:25 AM
yes, (my dog)Napoleon feels that a dog related post every once in awhile, keeps the balance right...
Posted by michelle at September 1, 2004 09:42 AM
yes, (my dog)Napoleon feels that a dog related post every once in awhile, keeps the balance right...
Posted by michelle at September 1, 2004 09:42 AM
Jozef - My old Labradorsky is even older, and sweeter ;)
Butter wouldn't melt in the mouth, David.
although I think there's a 'all for one' brotherhood look about that trio.
Napoleon is well balanced, Michelle.
(and thanks for all the great links)
Posted by boynton at September 2, 2004 01:02 PM
from Vintage Dog Postcards (via life in the present)
It's been a lean month here for dog blogging. Who knows - this may be a good thing.
Comments: labradorsky
90 year old retriver (retrivr) and as sweet as ever (smile)
Posted by Jozef at August 31, 2004 08:26 PM
One gulp, they could do it in one gulp...
Posted by David Tiley at September 1, 2004 02:25 AM
yes, (my dog)Napoleon feels that a dog related post every once in awhile, keeps the balance right...
Posted by michelle at September 1, 2004 09:42 AM
yes, (my dog)Napoleon feels that a dog related post every once in awhile, keeps the balance right...
Posted by michelle at September 1, 2004 09:42 AM
Jozef - My old Labradorsky is even older, and sweeter ;)
Butter wouldn't melt in the mouth, David.
although I think there's a 'all for one' brotherhood look about that trio.
Napoleon is well balanced, Michelle.
(and thanks for all the great links)
Posted by boynton at September 2, 2004 01:02 PM
Monday, August 30, 2004
moon stroke
And googling Davies' Moonrise led me to this 1999 Poetry Kit interview with poet Coral Hull...
A more recent interview: David Prater in Converstaion with Coral Hull
And in one of those moments of found synchronicity I read her prose poem
Pop’s stroke shortly after reading another: Mal at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages...
Strange word, ‘stroke’ - a gentle sleep
and then you wake up,
changed
Comments: moon stroke
I found some blogs I very much like on your roll. One, (can't remember which) has a Moon phase logo (advertising the moon?) which I liked so grabbed. Umm, I wonder where the word 'stroke' comes from?
Posted by Link at August 30, 2004 09:47 PM
I can't recall the blog either...but it looks good on yours.
There are some great blogs over there, and out there. I keep finding new ones - which is heartening and a bit scary at the same time.
One day soon the who world and her dog will have a blog.
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 01:43 PM
err - that is, the WHOLE world (and her dog)
Didn't correct this typo because I think the 'WHO' world may be closer to the mark.
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 02:24 PM
Update: Blog with moon phases is OKIR - of course.
And whose original Moon post has been tagged and tracked.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 05:34 PM
My mother mostly despised Beethoven and especially his fifth symphony, which I held as the essence of life. She also refused to visit art galleries with me when I was an adolescent, complaining to other relatives that I would stare at one painting for twenty minutes. I remember doing this with ‘Moonrise’ by David Davies. I went somewhere else through his work, although I don’t know how long I was away
A more recent interview: David Prater in Converstaion with Coral Hull
And in one of those moments of found synchronicity I read her prose poem
Pop’s stroke shortly after reading another: Mal at Dick Jones' Patteran Pages...
Strange word, ‘stroke’ - a gentle sleep
and then you wake up,
changed
Comments: moon stroke
I found some blogs I very much like on your roll. One, (can't remember which) has a Moon phase logo (advertising the moon?) which I liked so grabbed. Umm, I wonder where the word 'stroke' comes from?
Posted by Link at August 30, 2004 09:47 PM
I can't recall the blog either...but it looks good on yours.
There are some great blogs over there, and out there. I keep finding new ones - which is heartening and a bit scary at the same time.
One day soon the who world and her dog will have a blog.
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 01:43 PM
err - that is, the WHOLE world (and her dog)
Didn't correct this typo because I think the 'WHO' world may be closer to the mark.
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 02:24 PM
Update: Blog with moon phases is OKIR - of course.
And whose original Moon post has been tagged and tracked.
Posted by boynton at September 3, 2004 05:34 PM
moon web
wanted to wax lyrical about the moon on Friday night having been struck by the perfect beauty of a moonrise somewhere between Davies and Long that makes you want to dance or kick a football or find paintings that match.
Then I read Okir and thought of the web and the moon. The Globe.
And today read more at fait accompli, these reflexive connections.
And another moon story at Fragments - from Floyd. Milky Moonlight
Comments: moon web
it's the blue moon tonight... unfortunately the lympics are over, so it won't turn gold for the headline writers
Posted by nardo at August 30, 2004 03:19 PM
"And then there suddenly appeared before me..."
coodabeen a headline
Alas, the sky was cloudy last night. Missed it
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 01:36 PM
and pelty with rain to boot. We are doomed to astronomical disappointments. Remember Halley's wretched excuse for a comet, even though the light was literally unearthly?
Posted by David Tiley at September 1, 2004 02:27 AM
Then I read Okir and thought of the web and the moon. The Globe.
And today read more at fait accompli, these reflexive connections.
And another moon story at Fragments - from Floyd. Milky Moonlight
Comments: moon web
it's the blue moon tonight... unfortunately the lympics are over, so it won't turn gold for the headline writers
Posted by nardo at August 30, 2004 03:19 PM
"And then there suddenly appeared before me..."
coodabeen a headline
Alas, the sky was cloudy last night. Missed it
Posted by boynton at August 31, 2004 01:36 PM
and pelty with rain to boot. We are doomed to astronomical disappointments. Remember Halley's wretched excuse for a comet, even though the light was literally unearthly?
Posted by David Tiley at September 1, 2004 02:27 AM
Sunday, August 29, 2004
paddle
Comments: paddle
When's she going to take a nap?
Posted by Tony.T at August 29, 2004 06:51 PM
when the drowning racket settles down
Posted by boynton at August 29, 2004 07:00 PM
shake
Serve chilled with Celery stick
A blogger's beverage. Bottoms up.
(via bifurcated rivets)
Comments: shake
Add an eggcup or two of vodka and you've got a spamshot.
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 10:41 PM
A blogger's beverage. Bottoms up.
(via bifurcated rivets)
Comments: shake
Add an eggcup or two of vodka and you've got a spamshot.
Posted by Nabakov at September 1, 2004 10:41 PM
Saturday, August 28, 2004
verses
There is no season such delight can bring,
As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring
William Browne, in "Variety
Oxymoronic Verse
(via J walk)
The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form
(via bifurctaed rivets)
Higgeldy-Piggeldy verse collection
(via fishbucket)
As summer, autumn, winter, and the spring
William Browne, in "Variety
Oxymoronic Verse
(via J walk)
The Omnificent English Dictionary In Limerick Form
(via bifurctaed rivets)
Higgeldy-Piggeldy verse collection
(via fishbucket)
sockless
I don't know if it's the sudden socklessness, the unlucky magpies on the verge, petals on the footpath, flowers in the air or the reacquaintance with a long lost hat, but spring seems to be here. Or a harbinger.
All I know is I was reading the paper in the sun and had to move. To that thing suddenly called shade.
All I know is I was reading the paper in the sun and had to move. To that thing suddenly called shade.
Thursday, August 26, 2004
warm august night
Just heard in a distant room that it was a record overnight temperature last night, but didn't catch the exact figure.
Checking into the Bureau I see this month's feature
Find out what the weather was like yesterday....
Who knows. These days my forecasts may well be more accurate than my hindsights.
Comments: warm august night
What was it like yesterday?
Posted by Nora at August 26, 2004 10:37 PM
or: What will it be like yesterday?
It was a lovely day tomorrow.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 10:09 AM
Apparently in Queensland, there are no Tropical Cyclone Related Warnings.
Also apparent, F goes before both N and P.
Posted by Tony.T at August 27, 2004 01:37 PM
always better alpahabetically to be placed within PR.
btw: T is a long way down the roll.
and yes - no current warnings.
or yesterday: warnings current no.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 04:04 PM
weather update.
No cyclone warnings for FNQ
on the local front FNP will remain unsettled ;)
Posted by boynton at August 28, 2004 12:33 PM
Checking into the Bureau I see this month's feature
Find out what the weather was like yesterday....
Who knows. These days my forecasts may well be more accurate than my hindsights.
Comments: warm august night
What was it like yesterday?
Posted by Nora at August 26, 2004 10:37 PM
or: What will it be like yesterday?
It was a lovely day tomorrow.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 10:09 AM
Apparently in Queensland, there are no Tropical Cyclone Related Warnings.
Also apparent, F goes before both N and P.
Posted by Tony.T at August 27, 2004 01:37 PM
always better alpahabetically to be placed within PR.
btw: T is a long way down the roll.
and yes - no current warnings.
or yesterday: warnings current no.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 04:04 PM
weather update.
No cyclone warnings for FNQ
on the local front FNP will remain unsettled ;)
Posted by boynton at August 28, 2004 12:33 PM
oi oi oi
Australia didn't medal in the Art.
Art Competitions, Alpinism and Aeronautics - Medals Won by Countries (1912 - 1948)
Pl. Nation Abbr. 1st 2nd 3rd Totals
1. Germany GER 8 7 9 24
2. Italy ITA 5 7 2 14
3. France FRA 5 4 5 14
4. Great Britain GBR 4 5 1 10
5. United States USA 4 5 0 9
6. Switzerland SUI 4 4 1 9
7. Austria AUT 3 3 3 9
8. Denmark DEN 0 5 4 9
9. Poland POL 3 2 3 8
10. Belgium BEL 2 1 5 8
See also Artists and the Olympic Games (via a Media Dragon)
When Arts were on the Podium
Comments: oi oi oi
"Alpism" a dificult art form for us australians
Posted by Andy F at August 26, 2004 11:00 PM
and yet we're so close to austrians.
Just an al away.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 10:12 AM
Art Competitions, Alpinism and Aeronautics - Medals Won by Countries (1912 - 1948)
Pl. Nation Abbr. 1st 2nd 3rd Totals
1. Germany GER 8 7 9 24
2. Italy ITA 5 7 2 14
3. France FRA 5 4 5 14
4. Great Britain GBR 4 5 1 10
5. United States USA 4 5 0 9
6. Switzerland SUI 4 4 1 9
7. Austria AUT 3 3 3 9
8. Denmark DEN 0 5 4 9
9. Poland POL 3 2 3 8
10. Belgium BEL 2 1 5 8
See also Artists and the Olympic Games (via a Media Dragon)
When Arts were on the Podium
Comments: oi oi oi
"Alpism" a dificult art form for us australians
Posted by Andy F at August 26, 2004 11:00 PM
and yet we're so close to austrians.
Just an al away.
Posted by boynton at August 27, 2004 10:12 AM
Wednesday, August 25, 2004
false positive
"People in a negative mood provide more accurate eyewitness accounts than people in a positive mood state, according to new research. "
(via Barista)
'(The researchers) found that women and men with asymmetrical extremities – ears, fingers or feet of different sizes or shapes – were more likely to react aggressively when annoyed or provoked'
Check ears before you pick a fight via diversionz
On such a spring like day, so many degrees above average, I can't say I could postively identify any asymmetrical strangers who may have crossed my path.
Comments: false positive
I have no ear lobes & anybody who laughs gets their fucking face busted...
Posted by Dick Jones at August 26, 2004 05:43 AM
not LOL ;)
Posted by boynton at August 26, 2004 02:06 PM
(via Barista)
'(The researchers) found that women and men with asymmetrical extremities – ears, fingers or feet of different sizes or shapes – were more likely to react aggressively when annoyed or provoked'
Check ears before you pick a fight via diversionz
On such a spring like day, so many degrees above average, I can't say I could postively identify any asymmetrical strangers who may have crossed my path.
Comments: false positive
I have no ear lobes & anybody who laughs gets their fucking face busted...
Posted by Dick Jones at August 26, 2004 05:43 AM
not LOL ;)
Posted by boynton at August 26, 2004 02:06 PM
o lympic
Robert Frost has been disqualified in the Pretentiousness 400 Meter Individual Medley after it was discovered he had been taking knowledge cavalierly when recent testing for illogical substances came up positive.
Grapez Out of the running
Obscure sport that is ignored until your country wins a medal
Olympukes a font of 52 pictograms
(via the ultimate insult)
The word "mascot" goes back to 1867 and is derived from the provincial French "mascoto" (1850), derived from masco - magician, witch - which comes from old provençal "masco" (1396) of pre-Roman origin
A timeline of Olympic mascots
Grapez Out of the running
Obscure sport that is ignored until your country wins a medal
Olympukes a font of 52 pictograms
(via the ultimate insult)
The word "mascot" goes back to 1867 and is derived from the provincial French "mascoto" (1850), derived from masco - magician, witch - which comes from old provençal "masco" (1396) of pre-Roman origin
A timeline of Olympic mascots
staging shakespeare
Vitamin Q Twelve hard things about staging Shakespeare
Gloucester loses his eyes in ‘King Lear’
An old man is blinded on the order of his bastard son. The eyes are usually small condoms full of water
(News to me. I've only ever seen the lychee version. A friend once gave us a sneak preview over lunch. The lychees were very convincing.)
Eeksy Peeksy The Merry Conceited Humours of Bottom the Weaver
Gloucester loses his eyes in ‘King Lear’
An old man is blinded on the order of his bastard son. The eyes are usually small condoms full of water
(News to me. I've only ever seen the lychee version. A friend once gave us a sneak preview over lunch. The lychees were very convincing.)
Eeksy Peeksy The Merry Conceited Humours of Bottom the Weaver
Tuesday, August 24, 2004
old ring
Unlike my nice cordless digital phone with its pleasing cadence, this Wesson Electric rotary has the sort of ring usually reserved for fire drills or warnings of invading armies. It shocks my cats into bolting under the bed. And when I pick up, a different sort of screech greets me. "You've been impossible to get ahold of," says my mother. "I don't like this experiment." Tech 54 Where are you?
A wired writer goes retro for 10 days, and contends with no remotes and rotary dial phones. (via Exclamation Mark)
I have a collection of 5 rotary phones. None of them works. But I miss the ring. However the fire-drill cadence of the door bell makes up for it. We also have a new small cooking timer shaped like a Hobbs kettle. It mimics the doorbell. I'm often rushing off to answer the kettle these days.
and a futuristic glance from 1961:
Will Life be Worth Living in 2,000 AD?
You may eat: Tablets, dried and processed food
You may drive: A hovercraft and a helicopter
Comments: old ring
Strange but true (and here I see my future).
Radio (probably a casein cased Kreisler) sat on shelf atop sink. Despite vigorous turning of the volume dial, nary a drop of water to quench the expectant parched kettle in mother in law's hand.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 24, 2004 03:27 PM
At least the washer held out on the Radio.
Otherwise there'd be a slow drip of Parliament,
or a torrent of talkback.
That's a great image, and rather inspiring.
I'd like to place such dials around the house.
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 03:56 PM
One of the few regrets in my life is hippin' my Mum to email. It just multiplied her options for asking me if I'm eating well. And getting in a tizzy when I don't email back IMMEDIATELTY!
An actual online dialogue.
(Mother in wary technophobe mode): "Are you there. Is this working?"
(Me in sarky mode): "No Mum, I didn't get this email."
(Mother rising to the challenge) "So should I send it again - or are you just going to answer this one you didn't get."
You can't outsmart a mum. They know where the nappies are buried.
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 08:38 PM
I'd run with "I didn't get this email" for as long as possible. Like a toddler, if I had to.
How about if mums n dads n kidz n aunts discover
Did they read it? - which I read about on J walk.
Very Scary product and site.
http://www.didtheyreadit.com/
Posted by boynton at August 25, 2004 12:28 PM
ogle
Update on the TV viewing choice of Sunday night.
If only a bare-chested Mr Darcy could play whiff whaff at Olympic level.
Comments: ogle
And if only a b... Elizabeth ...
(All in the interests of equal rights.)
Posted by Sedgwick at August 24, 2004 02:50 PM
Shutup and watch the B Volley Ball, Sedge ;)
Then again, it may well be a way to spice up the sport. "Squash" tried the same thing a while ago, didn't it?. But then, "squash" is well named for such experiments...
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 03:24 PM
Whiff whaff with lashings of bennetian bustle for me.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 24, 2004 03:33 PM
I recall Shakepseare playing at Wimbledon,
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/001284.html
and I think that 'Round the (Regency House) Table' could possibly be an Exhibition sport at the 2006 Commonwealth Games in Marvellous Melbourne.
Alternatively at least one of the endless dance sequences in P&P XXVIII could certainly be replaced with a round of Whiff Whaff, without the whole suffering too greatly. imho.
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 04:25 PM
If yer like a bit of historical cheesecake, check out Hillary Swank in "The Affair Of The Necklace." Sexiest sneer since Elvis.
Kit Walken's not bad either as Caligostro if yer that way inclined.
Unfortunately, despite Swank, Walken and Pryce's game efforts, the flick itself is more paste than diamond.
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 08:46 PM
"Alternatively at least one of the endless dance sequences in P&P XXVIII could certainly be replaced with a round of Whiff Whaff, without the whole suffering too greatly. imho."
Richard Curtis was onto it with the second of his studies of cold-climate love and mating habits, "Four Weddings, A Funeral and Several Ho-hum Fcuks."
"Love is like Ping Pong, except with smaller balls."
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 08:52 PM
I....love....him
Posted by mcb at August 25, 2004 08:07 AM
May check out Kit in historical kit, but meanwhile
that's gotta be the Ping Pong QOTD.
Yep - no dots about it, mcb.
Tenth time round, he's still looking good.
Posted by boynton at August 25, 2004 12:34 PM
what - only ten?!
I'm disappointed, B.
Posted by wen at August 26, 2004 03:24 PM
Scary thing is, wen -
I have the whole series taped. (natch)
And I still wait for next week's episode. In Anticipation.
It's that old thrill of the serial format.
Posted by boynton at August 26, 2004 08:37 PM
Sunday, August 22, 2004
p and p
Tough choice on the TV tonight.
Olympic Ping Pong on SBS or the games of the 28th Pride and Prejudice on ABC.
Think P&P might just win out over the PP.
But then Miss Boynton could always venture out into the carport for a hit herself, if she can muster up a partner.
Things have been a bit quiet on the whiff whaff front since the Regiment decamped.
Comments: P and P
Won't be watching P&P meself, I wouldn't want to risk missing one gripping minute of the last 3495 hours of the disco beach volley ball.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 22, 2004 08:02 PM
i HATE Beach volley Ball with a Prejudice.
But then I guess I'm not the target audience.
When Ch7 delayed Roy and HG for this silly beach pastime, they lost the plot.Again.
More Darcy Watch for me.
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 08:08 PM
There's a target audience?!?!
(Pulls himself up to his maximum H.G. decibels and shouts ... TRAVESTY!!!!!!)
It IS a nonsense ... and not a very good nonsense at that.
Bring back rounders! In bathing costumes ... with modesty panels.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 22, 2004 08:34 PM
Pride & Prejudice was a definite for me, poor Jamin-kun went upstairs to bed because he couldnt handle the excitement I displayed at seeing Mr. Darcy.
Oh my!
Posted by Crayon at August 23, 2004 03:37 PM
The Men's Final was a real batbiter.
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:21 AM
the women's beach volleyball is evidence of all that's wrong with today's society... a greedy obsession for everything bared, when the shorts and knee-high socks of traditional volleyball e.g. russia vs cuba is infinitely better pervin... (incidentally, russia started ill-omened, with a player called gamova, and were never going to win)
Posted by nardo at August 24, 2004 12:50 PM
Yes, Crayon, and it was that vintage episode that sent all the hearts a flutter where Darcy takes a plunge. A Regency Triathalon. Equestrian, Swimming and Brooding.
So I missed the Men's Final.
And Sedge and Nardo - I endorse your sentiments entirely. Sporting attire should be more cumbersome. Pervin should be strictly heritage.
An edwardian flash of ankle or knee.
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 02:28 PM
Olympic Ping Pong on SBS or the games of the 28th Pride and Prejudice on ABC.
Think P&P might just win out over the PP.
But then Miss Boynton could always venture out into the carport for a hit herself, if she can muster up a partner.
Things have been a bit quiet on the whiff whaff front since the Regiment decamped.
Comments: P and P
Won't be watching P&P meself, I wouldn't want to risk missing one gripping minute of the last 3495 hours of the disco beach volley ball.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 22, 2004 08:02 PM
i HATE Beach volley Ball with a Prejudice.
But then I guess I'm not the target audience.
When Ch7 delayed Roy and HG for this silly beach pastime, they lost the plot.Again.
More Darcy Watch for me.
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 08:08 PM
There's a target audience?!?!
(Pulls himself up to his maximum H.G. decibels and shouts ... TRAVESTY!!!!!!)
It IS a nonsense ... and not a very good nonsense at that.
Bring back rounders! In bathing costumes ... with modesty panels.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 22, 2004 08:34 PM
Pride & Prejudice was a definite for me, poor Jamin-kun went upstairs to bed because he couldnt handle the excitement I displayed at seeing Mr. Darcy.
Oh my!
Posted by Crayon at August 23, 2004 03:37 PM
The Men's Final was a real batbiter.
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:21 AM
the women's beach volleyball is evidence of all that's wrong with today's society... a greedy obsession for everything bared, when the shorts and knee-high socks of traditional volleyball e.g. russia vs cuba is infinitely better pervin... (incidentally, russia started ill-omened, with a player called gamova, and were never going to win)
Posted by nardo at August 24, 2004 12:50 PM
Yes, Crayon, and it was that vintage episode that sent all the hearts a flutter where Darcy takes a plunge. A Regency Triathalon. Equestrian, Swimming and Brooding.
So I missed the Men's Final.
And Sedge and Nardo - I endorse your sentiments entirely. Sporting attire should be more cumbersome. Pervin should be strictly heritage.
An edwardian flash of ankle or knee.
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 02:28 PM
toogle
I tested Toogle The most comprehensive image buggery on the web
(via Grow a Brain)
Apparently Miss Boynton looks like Ringo.
Alternatively boynton looks like this
A labrador unfurled slolwy but was worth it.
Comments: toogle
Just so you know
A Toogle for "star" returns this:
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=star
Whereas a Toogle for "aus" gives us this dickensian character:
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=aus
Posted by Lance Boyle at August 23, 2004 06:47 AM
Galaxy and Heaven R not US
Southern Cross is in order
but Aussie is very disturbing
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=aussie
Posted by boynton at August 23, 2004 12:31 PM
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=Toogle
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:19 AM
toogle's timing out today...
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 05:20 PM
Toogle's back...
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=rorschach
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 07:10 PM
(via Grow a Brain)
Apparently Miss Boynton looks like Ringo.
Alternatively boynton looks like this
A labrador unfurled slolwy but was worth it.
Comments: toogle
Just so you know
A Toogle for "star" returns this:
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=star
Whereas a Toogle for "aus" gives us this dickensian character:
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=aus
Posted by Lance Boyle at August 23, 2004 06:47 AM
Galaxy and Heaven R not US
Southern Cross is in order
but Aussie is very disturbing
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=aussie
Posted by boynton at August 23, 2004 12:31 PM
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=Toogle
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:19 AM
toogle's timing out today...
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 05:20 PM
Toogle's back...
http://c6.org/toogle/index.php?phrase=rorschach
Posted by boynton at August 24, 2004 07:10 PM
Saturday, August 21, 2004
rotary browser
Rotary dial browser. Now you're talking.
(via diversionz)
Comments: rotary browser
http://www.b3ta.com/challenge/victorian/
"You have a popup box, sir."
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:28 AM
I want one now.
Posted by Dick Jones at August 24, 2004 08:01 AM
(via diversionz)
Comments: rotary browser
http://www.b3ta.com/challenge/victorian/
"You have a popup box, sir."
Posted by Nabakov at August 24, 2004 12:28 AM
I want one now.
Posted by Dick Jones at August 24, 2004 08:01 AM
Friday, August 20, 2004
boyo loophole
I was half tempted to learn Welsh having read in The Age of the new regulations for UK citzenship
An unnamed Australian writer with two degrees has failed.
I wouldn't like boynton to get the third degree in language proficiency, so would be tempted to opt for the welsh loophole myself.
A Welsh accent might be just as challenging to fake as dinkum Aussie. The original Guardian article on this story, Pommie lingo test is unfair dinkum, mate claims that we still speak old strine:
They may describe women as "sheilas" and use "bastard" as a term of endearment but, apart from pedants, few suggest Australians cannot speak English.
Sadly, few of my cobbers ever use the word sheila now, the bastards.
Comments: boyo loophole
A propos "sheila". One of my chinas in travelling the same cockney road that leads us to china, uses the term "potato". (In unguarded moments, "spud".)
He also doesn't think there hasn't been a *real* poet since C.J. Dennis popped his quills.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 20, 2004 04:07 PM
The mind boggled but I googled and was glad to see that Potato is polite.
I wanted to add the disclaimer: I sincerely lament the passing of old strine and 'sentimental bloke' speak. Especially given the global net-speak that has replaced it. I wish there was a way of reviving old slang, and protecting the last stands from imports.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 04:18 PM
Yo sista!
Gorstrooth! I think we well-meaning crypto-slango-troglo-dytes should appropriate the Eureka flag and make one last glorious stand.
(And make Lenny Lower compulsory reading.)
Posted by Sedgwick at August 20, 2004 05:37 PM
Here's luck, dude.
btw I have priors on both the slang (well an obscure dialect anyway)
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/002694.html
and the flag.
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/005414.html
so sign me up as a fellow crypto-slango-troglo-dyte.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2004 06:59 PM
nothin wrong with strayan as she is spoke on the hibiscus coast, aaayyy
...and I always thought that punctuating aaayyy was a kiwi thing, but time amongst the banana benders (up and down the Bruce Highway) has set me straight...
Posted by nardo at August 22, 2004 02:47 PM
Is the Hibiscus Coast F NQ - or just Q?
A correspondent informs me that aaayyy is pretty big in the Latrobe Valley, too. I only ever noticed a thick rise of the inflections, but.
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 06:46 PM
err ... Improper use of the vernacular...
that should be of course be more:
"Can't say I noticed.
Did notice a thick rise of the inflections, but."
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 07:50 PM
if you're heading north, pass the Gold, Sunshine, Fraser, and Coral Coasts... you'll find it just past Mackay, aaayyy
Posted by nardo at August 23, 2004 06:53 AM
British mockery of the Australian accent and vernacular has boiled over into outright hostility with new regulations demanding that Australians submit to English language tests before taking out British citizenship.
Home Secretary David Blunkett has decreed that applications for a British passport must be supported by certificates of proficiency in English, supplied by designated English teachers
An unnamed Australian writer with two degrees has failed.
I wouldn't like boynton to get the third degree in language proficiency, so would be tempted to opt for the welsh loophole myself.
Applicants who speak English have to demonstrate their proficiency, but those who claim to speak the notoriously treacherous and consonant-laden Welsh language, or the indigenous Scottish Gaelic, are exempt from testing
A Welsh accent might be just as challenging to fake as dinkum Aussie. The original Guardian article on this story, Pommie lingo test is unfair dinkum, mate claims that we still speak old strine:
They may describe women as "sheilas" and use "bastard" as a term of endearment but, apart from pedants, few suggest Australians cannot speak English.
Sadly, few of my cobbers ever use the word sheila now, the bastards.
Comments: boyo loophole
A propos "sheila". One of my chinas in travelling the same cockney road that leads us to china, uses the term "potato". (In unguarded moments, "spud".)
He also doesn't think there hasn't been a *real* poet since C.J. Dennis popped his quills.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 20, 2004 04:07 PM
The mind boggled but I googled and was glad to see that Potato is polite.
I wanted to add the disclaimer: I sincerely lament the passing of old strine and 'sentimental bloke' speak. Especially given the global net-speak that has replaced it. I wish there was a way of reviving old slang, and protecting the last stands from imports.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 04:18 PM
Yo sista!
Gorstrooth! I think we well-meaning crypto-slango-troglo-dytes should appropriate the Eureka flag and make one last glorious stand.
(And make Lenny Lower compulsory reading.)
Posted by Sedgwick at August 20, 2004 05:37 PM
Here's luck, dude.
btw I have priors on both the slang (well an obscure dialect anyway)
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/002694.html
and the flag.
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com/archives/005414.html
so sign me up as a fellow crypto-slango-troglo-dyte.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2004 06:59 PM
nothin wrong with strayan as she is spoke on the hibiscus coast, aaayyy
...and I always thought that punctuating aaayyy was a kiwi thing, but time amongst the banana benders (up and down the Bruce Highway) has set me straight...
Posted by nardo at August 22, 2004 02:47 PM
Is the Hibiscus Coast F NQ - or just Q?
A correspondent informs me that aaayyy is pretty big in the Latrobe Valley, too. I only ever noticed a thick rise of the inflections, but.
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 06:46 PM
err ... Improper use of the vernacular...
that should be of course be more:
"Can't say I noticed.
Did notice a thick rise of the inflections, but."
Posted by boynton at August 22, 2004 07:50 PM
if you're heading north, pass the Gold, Sunshine, Fraser, and Coral Coasts... you'll find it just past Mackay, aaayyy
Posted by nardo at August 23, 2004 06:53 AM
welsh
Appendix B Summary of When to Mutate
Lesson 6. How to Be *Emphatic* and Possessive
From A Welsh Course (via Plep)
Lesson 6. How to Be *Emphatic* and Possessive
From A Welsh Course (via Plep)
drinking birds
My bird swings backwards and bangs it's head on the ground...
My bird dips into the glass of water then stays there...
My bird stops drinking after a while...
Drinking Birds FAQ from The Happy Drinking bird
I was reminded of these Birds of youth by seeing a DIY version at Science Toys you can make with your kids (via exclamation mark and plep)
I saw one in the local Milk Bar when I was eight, and for some reason coveted it. My best friend S owned one, which was probably why. Was given to me on my ninth birthday, and it drank happily for a while before it stopped, we moved on and it disappeared. Maybe my bird went west or flew north?)
Comments: drinking birds
Yeah. I remember the Looney Tunes episode with Tweetie and Sylvester where T mistakes one for his 'friend'. I think S ended up eating it and then had to pause and dip every few paces. Laugh. I nearly started.
Posted by Nora at August 21, 2004 02:15 PM
Missed that episode.
Lucky one of our mad labradors never chomped the drinking bird. They preferred ducks.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2004 07:05 PM
My bird dips into the glass of water then stays there...
My bird stops drinking after a while...
Drinking Birds FAQ from The Happy Drinking bird
I was reminded of these Birds of youth by seeing a DIY version at Science Toys you can make with your kids (via exclamation mark and plep)
I saw one in the local Milk Bar when I was eight, and for some reason coveted it. My best friend S owned one, which was probably why. Was given to me on my ninth birthday, and it drank happily for a while before it stopped, we moved on and it disappeared. Maybe my bird went west or flew north?)
Comments: drinking birds
Yeah. I remember the Looney Tunes episode with Tweetie and Sylvester where T mistakes one for his 'friend'. I think S ended up eating it and then had to pause and dip every few paces. Laugh. I nearly started.
Posted by Nora at August 21, 2004 02:15 PM
Missed that episode.
Lucky one of our mad labradors never chomped the drinking bird. They preferred ducks.
Posted by boynton at August 21, 2004 07:05 PM
Thursday, August 19, 2004
I miss
I miss the sound of telephones actually ringing, and having the
receiver feel heavy in your hand...
I miss 78 speed records which were ridiculously fragile,
but all the more likeable because when you handled the records more
carefully it seemed they were so much more dignified and then it seemed you
listened more carefully and treasured them more. I miss the funny (strange)
photographs on the "33" speed record albums. I miss "liner notes." I miss
"45's." I miss those little machines you played them on, making a stack and
then listening to the whole stack over and over....
Nick Piombino Fait Accompli
To those of us who remember with clarity, a world without zip codes, telegrams delivered by jockey-sized youths on motorbikes & black Bakelite telephones with bells, the computer must retain an element of the alien
Dick Jones In the Days of the Underwood Noiseless at the Virtual Occoquan
Comments: I miss
It all still happens round this neck of the woods.
I'd like to expand on the topic but there are stoves to be blacked, metal tips on shoes to be tacked (if I can find the shoe last), eggs to be Keep-Egged and butter to be churned.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 19, 2004 03:51 PM
It's all pretty bakelite round here, too.
But alas, a laminex table now costs $1000 according to yesterday's paper.
I bought mine for a lounge-era song
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 03:56 PM
I miss things that are off. I miss the black dark and the quiet, ungadgeted night. In the eternal always-on, machine-leeches suckle and glow.
Posted by eeksypeeksy at August 19, 2004 07:39 PM
"the eternal always-on" is exactly right.
Everything on stand-by mode is quite unsettling.
Luckily where I am is fairly dark
after years of never dark - with strong street lights and street noise
(But then not rural dark, which like a night sky full of stars, is always a reality check)
In the meantime, this is a fairly no glow zone.
No digital clock, no PC flickering, only the odd power point here and there.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 11:57 PM
Dudes. I got a hotmail acct on Dec. 31 1999, at an internet cafe in the town I went to for supplies.
I was living in a one-room shack 5 miles down a dirt road, with only cold running water and paraffin lamps and a wood stove for heat. Cooking was propane unless the little tank ran out, then it was fried potatoes on the wood stove. Two years later I got a generator and a second-hand pc.
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Sitting on the porch sometimes, when one of the neighbors drove by, because there were so few cars passing, maybe in the middle of the day one every couple of hours, you could smell the exhaust, even though the road was a few hundred yards away. Noticeably smell it.
What I realized was, when I went to town I couldn't smell the cars, even standing on a busy corner, with two four lane streets intersecting. Something evident in its absence.
Like silence, or as e.p. said, the black dark.
Think of how many thousands of years the night belonged to itself.
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We didn't get a TV until I was 7. I'm relatively mature now, it was rare but not uncommon for families not to have gotten one yet in those days. I remember some kids' show where you sent them money and they sent you a plastic sheet that fit the TV, and some colored pens to dreaw on it, a little square of some film you could stick on the screen and draw on it along with the guy on the show. And the pictures (black and white) would show through only they'd be colored.
I'm old enough that until I left home at 18 we hadn't had a color set. I always wanted something like that draw-on-it thing.
Now I have one.
But I miss the stars and quiet; and I'll trade back without a second thought, when the time comes.
Posted by vernaculo at August 20, 2004 12:16 PM
"Something evident in its absence"
Exhausted in the city.
I'd trade it too, I think.
I love the plastic sheet to colour-in the TV.
Sounds very post-modern, and if it was on sale again now, I'd buy it.
I might make the colour go B&W though
Or change the picture entirely.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 01:40 PM
receiver feel heavy in your hand...
I miss 78 speed records which were ridiculously fragile,
but all the more likeable because when you handled the records more
carefully it seemed they were so much more dignified and then it seemed you
listened more carefully and treasured them more. I miss the funny (strange)
photographs on the "33" speed record albums. I miss "liner notes." I miss
"45's." I miss those little machines you played them on, making a stack and
then listening to the whole stack over and over....
Nick Piombino Fait Accompli
To those of us who remember with clarity, a world without zip codes, telegrams delivered by jockey-sized youths on motorbikes & black Bakelite telephones with bells, the computer must retain an element of the alien
Dick Jones In the Days of the Underwood Noiseless at the Virtual Occoquan
Comments: I miss
It all still happens round this neck of the woods.
I'd like to expand on the topic but there are stoves to be blacked, metal tips on shoes to be tacked (if I can find the shoe last), eggs to be Keep-Egged and butter to be churned.
Posted by Sedgwick at August 19, 2004 03:51 PM
It's all pretty bakelite round here, too.
But alas, a laminex table now costs $1000 according to yesterday's paper.
I bought mine for a lounge-era song
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 03:56 PM
I miss things that are off. I miss the black dark and the quiet, ungadgeted night. In the eternal always-on, machine-leeches suckle and glow.
Posted by eeksypeeksy at August 19, 2004 07:39 PM
"the eternal always-on" is exactly right.
Everything on stand-by mode is quite unsettling.
Luckily where I am is fairly dark
after years of never dark - with strong street lights and street noise
(But then not rural dark, which like a night sky full of stars, is always a reality check)
In the meantime, this is a fairly no glow zone.
No digital clock, no PC flickering, only the odd power point here and there.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 11:57 PM
Dudes. I got a hotmail acct on Dec. 31 1999, at an internet cafe in the town I went to for supplies.
I was living in a one-room shack 5 miles down a dirt road, with only cold running water and paraffin lamps and a wood stove for heat. Cooking was propane unless the little tank ran out, then it was fried potatoes on the wood stove. Two years later I got a generator and a second-hand pc.
-
Sitting on the porch sometimes, when one of the neighbors drove by, because there were so few cars passing, maybe in the middle of the day one every couple of hours, you could smell the exhaust, even though the road was a few hundred yards away. Noticeably smell it.
What I realized was, when I went to town I couldn't smell the cars, even standing on a busy corner, with two four lane streets intersecting. Something evident in its absence.
Like silence, or as e.p. said, the black dark.
Think of how many thousands of years the night belonged to itself.
-
We didn't get a TV until I was 7. I'm relatively mature now, it was rare but not uncommon for families not to have gotten one yet in those days. I remember some kids' show where you sent them money and they sent you a plastic sheet that fit the TV, and some colored pens to dreaw on it, a little square of some film you could stick on the screen and draw on it along with the guy on the show. And the pictures (black and white) would show through only they'd be colored.
I'm old enough that until I left home at 18 we hadn't had a color set. I always wanted something like that draw-on-it thing.
Now I have one.
But I miss the stars and quiet; and I'll trade back without a second thought, when the time comes.
Posted by vernaculo at August 20, 2004 12:16 PM
"Something evident in its absence"
Exhausted in the city.
I'd trade it too, I think.
I love the plastic sheet to colour-in the TV.
Sounds very post-modern, and if it was on sale again now, I'd buy it.
I might make the colour go B&W though
Or change the picture entirely.
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 01:40 PM
shakespeare kit
“The eureka moment for this project came when we realized it was possible to reproduce the play in its entirety as one continuous line of text. Romeo & Juliet at a glance.”.
Shakespeare on your sheets (via J walk)
Shakespeare dating chart
Shakespeare fishing tackle
how old is my reel?
After Shakespeare Mints
Shakespeare Slippers
Shakespeare on your sheets (via J walk)
Shakespeare dating chart
Shakespeare fishing tackle
how old is my reel?
After Shakespeare Mints
Shakespeare Slippers
iron poem
Inspired by dirty beloved's magnificent Scots valley iron
I pressed a poem on the fridge
(update: my poem now reads a bit serious in the dreaded bittery-twisted genre. Wasn't meant to sound quite like that. I used the "revelations" wordset - so merely tried to fashion a lightweight mundane ode out of the beholds and hath delivereds)
Comments: iron poem
A wise woman once said: "Never touch a hot iron"
I never do.
Posted by Nora at August 19, 2004 04:54 PM
Very wise.
The more I look at that poem, the more it seems bad-bittery with all the "dragons, and moons and stars and heavens" removed.
I should have just left it at this:
"The iron appeared. Behold a miracle."
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 04:59 PM
An hour and a half on and my poem now appears to me to be the dumbest poem in the world.
There was meant to be a shot of iron-y there,
but now I can't see it at all.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 06:28 PM
I pressed a poem on the fridge
(update: my poem now reads a bit serious in the dreaded bittery-twisted genre. Wasn't meant to sound quite like that. I used the "revelations" wordset - so merely tried to fashion a lightweight mundane ode out of the beholds and hath delivereds)
Comments: iron poem
A wise woman once said: "Never touch a hot iron"
I never do.
Posted by Nora at August 19, 2004 04:54 PM
Very wise.
The more I look at that poem, the more it seems bad-bittery with all the "dragons, and moons and stars and heavens" removed.
I should have just left it at this:
"The iron appeared. Behold a miracle."
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 04:59 PM
An hour and a half on and my poem now appears to me to be the dumbest poem in the world.
There was meant to be a shot of iron-y there,
but now I can't see it at all.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 06:28 PM
Wednesday, August 18, 2004
cricket bet
another day another cricket story via diversionz
100 busted for betting on cricket fights
The operation, which included 115 people, was held in the same building that housed a cricket lovers' association.
The gamblers were caught betting on battles between huge crickets
Giant Licorice Cricketers
Comments: cricket bet
I saw a couple of cricket fights at the main gambling venue (apparently this software doesn't allow the c.a.s.i.n.o. word)in Macau back in 1987.
They took place in a bamboo and plastic sheeting cage about the size of a milk crate, sitting on a billiards table in a side room, with about 50+ very serious and vocal Chinese gamblers and few curious roundeyes like myself watching.
For those who couldn't get a consistently clear view of the action, there was a video camera trained on the cage, fed to a couple of TV sets.
This came in handy when the results of the first match were hotly contested ("Bullshit!", "No way man" etc in loud Mandarin) and they played the video back. Some outcome was reached but I have no idea what it was, 'cept a lot of HK dollars were passed back and forth with much bad grace.
So yeah, how do crickets fight? Well it was pretty crowded and Chinese are champion jostlers but what I saw glimpses of was first the two Crickteers?Owners?Trainers? producing their crickets in separate bamboo cages about the size of three ciggie packets for inspection by the punters and a through scrutiny by the ref (presumably looking for steroids or a roll of coins hidden up a wing).
Then while everyone else got into discussing the form guide and offering odds to each other, the two handlers psyched up their boys, muttering through the cage bars while teasing antenni with straws.
Our rather distracted guide (I think he had few bucks riding himself) gave us a quick rundown on the names of the gladiators which was along the lines of "Special Golden Man", "Pride of Autumn" and (I may have misheard him through the hubbub) "Bruce Lee"???.
Then at some signal I didn't see, the top of the fight cage was opened, and the two bugilists were ceremonially and simultaneously decanted within.
After a bit of wingbuzzing, facescrubbing and general WTF, the crickets sprang at eachother and grappled around, trying to use their big hind legs to rip stuff off eachother for a few seconds, then sprang off again for a breather.
In the first match, this went on for about two minutes before they retired to separate sides and just gesticulated rudely at eachother. WWF it wasn't. To me, it looked like they'd both taken a dive but apparently it was decided on points during the video replay.
The second match was the real thing. Over in about 30 seconds after one (possibly the favourite judging by the outcry and money flung at grinning punters) lost a hind leg and wing covering to a lightening roundhouse kick worthy of Bruce L himself.
After that your correspondent made his excuses and left (to have a flutter at Baccarat - where I won $HK200 while only losing $HK250).
Anyway it may not have been cricket but it certainly was killer krickets, by krikey.
Posted by Nabakov at August 18, 2004 09:30 PM
A fascinating account, Nabakov.
The image of the small crate on a b.i.l.l.i.a.r.d.s table with a video feed...
A change of scale, but it's still essentially cruel if poor old Pride of Autumn loses a hind leg in the deal.
Wish people would have a f.l.u.t.t.e.r without inducing fluttery fights.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 12:44 PM
My favourite memory of Honkers and Maccas back then was the same guy who took us to the cricket cage fights, cheerfully pointing out a then fairly new skyscraper with all circular windows as the "The House Of A Thousand Arseholes."
Unlike Jardine Matherson who are just a Noble House with room only for a few arseholes at once.
Posted by Nabakov at August 20, 2004 01:58 AM
"The House Of A Thousand Arseholes"
with a 1001 stories?
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 01:32 PM
100 busted for betting on cricket fights
The operation, which included 115 people, was held in the same building that housed a cricket lovers' association.
The gamblers were caught betting on battles between huge crickets
Giant Licorice Cricketers
Comments: cricket bet
I saw a couple of cricket fights at the main gambling venue (apparently this software doesn't allow the c.a.s.i.n.o. word)in Macau back in 1987.
They took place in a bamboo and plastic sheeting cage about the size of a milk crate, sitting on a billiards table in a side room, with about 50+ very serious and vocal Chinese gamblers and few curious roundeyes like myself watching.
For those who couldn't get a consistently clear view of the action, there was a video camera trained on the cage, fed to a couple of TV sets.
This came in handy when the results of the first match were hotly contested ("Bullshit!", "No way man" etc in loud Mandarin) and they played the video back. Some outcome was reached but I have no idea what it was, 'cept a lot of HK dollars were passed back and forth with much bad grace.
So yeah, how do crickets fight? Well it was pretty crowded and Chinese are champion jostlers but what I saw glimpses of was first the two Crickteers?Owners?Trainers? producing their crickets in separate bamboo cages about the size of three ciggie packets for inspection by the punters and a through scrutiny by the ref (presumably looking for steroids or a roll of coins hidden up a wing).
Then while everyone else got into discussing the form guide and offering odds to each other, the two handlers psyched up their boys, muttering through the cage bars while teasing antenni with straws.
Our rather distracted guide (I think he had few bucks riding himself) gave us a quick rundown on the names of the gladiators which was along the lines of "Special Golden Man", "Pride of Autumn" and (I may have misheard him through the hubbub) "Bruce Lee"???.
Then at some signal I didn't see, the top of the fight cage was opened, and the two bugilists were ceremonially and simultaneously decanted within.
After a bit of wingbuzzing, facescrubbing and general WTF, the crickets sprang at eachother and grappled around, trying to use their big hind legs to rip stuff off eachother for a few seconds, then sprang off again for a breather.
In the first match, this went on for about two minutes before they retired to separate sides and just gesticulated rudely at eachother. WWF it wasn't. To me, it looked like they'd both taken a dive but apparently it was decided on points during the video replay.
The second match was the real thing. Over in about 30 seconds after one (possibly the favourite judging by the outcry and money flung at grinning punters) lost a hind leg and wing covering to a lightening roundhouse kick worthy of Bruce L himself.
After that your correspondent made his excuses and left (to have a flutter at Baccarat - where I won $HK200 while only losing $HK250).
Anyway it may not have been cricket but it certainly was killer krickets, by krikey.
Posted by Nabakov at August 18, 2004 09:30 PM
A fascinating account, Nabakov.
The image of the small crate on a b.i.l.l.i.a.r.d.s table with a video feed...
A change of scale, but it's still essentially cruel if poor old Pride of Autumn loses a hind leg in the deal.
Wish people would have a f.l.u.t.t.e.r without inducing fluttery fights.
Posted by boynton at August 19, 2004 12:44 PM
My favourite memory of Honkers and Maccas back then was the same guy who took us to the cricket cage fights, cheerfully pointing out a then fairly new skyscraper with all circular windows as the "The House Of A Thousand Arseholes."
Unlike Jardine Matherson who are just a Noble House with room only for a few arseholes at once.
Posted by Nabakov at August 20, 2004 01:58 AM
"The House Of A Thousand Arseholes"
with a 1001 stories?
Posted by boynton at August 20, 2004 01:32 PM
Tuesday, August 17, 2004
model city
How To Build a 1:1000 Model of Your City (via Interconnected)
Some model accessories:
Block of Flats
Suitcases
Rats Content: 28 Resin Parts (Including 25 Rodents)
Some model accessories:
Block of Flats
Suitcases
Rats Content: 28 Resin Parts (Including 25 Rodents)
exact and varied
It happens frequently that the word which one thinks of first does not express the exact shade of thought one desires to express and some other word of similar meaning is necessary. For this reason there is, for those who want to write and speak with precision and effectiveness, an important use for collections of synonyms
Putnam's Word Book A practical aid in expressing ideas through the use of an exact and varied vocabulary
BY Louis a. Flemming, 1913 (via wood s lot)
cocoa, n. Associated word: theobromine.
cock and bull story. canard.
cricket, n. Associated words: stridulate, stridulation, stridulator, stridulatory, stridulous
missile, n. projectile, dejectile.
old-fashioned word. archaism.
old iron, glass, etc. junk.
vest, n. waistcoat.
vest, v. invest
ADDENDA
automobile, n. motor car, autocar, motor. Associated words: garage, tonneau, carburetter, chassis, automobilist, chauffeur, mechanician
birth rate. Natality
Putnam's Word Book A practical aid in expressing ideas through the use of an exact and varied vocabulary
BY Louis a. Flemming, 1913 (via wood s lot)
cocoa, n. Associated word: theobromine.
cock and bull story. canard.
cricket, n. Associated words: stridulate, stridulation, stridulator, stridulatory, stridulous
missile, n. projectile, dejectile.
old-fashioned word. archaism.
old iron, glass, etc. junk.
vest, n. waistcoat.
vest, v. invest
ADDENDA
automobile, n. motor car, autocar, motor. Associated words: garage, tonneau, carburetter, chassis, automobilist, chauffeur, mechanician
birth rate. Natality
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