British girl named Diot Coke - in 1379
(via bifurcated rivets)
Hope she avoided associating with a Lemuel or a Lyman
Thursday, March 11, 2004
Wednesday, March 10, 2004
demon balls
a slow blogging day but some improvement in Demon Balls
This game is fast edging out Free Cell in the desktop diversion stakes.
As is often the case, my best strategy is sometimes the old do-nothing approach. It'll sort itself out eventually.
(via the ultimate insult)
Comments: demon balls
In the same ball park as demon balls is Simon "The original memory game" at:
http://www.collegemix.com/content.php?q=2&id=593&action=previous
Posted by Nora at March 12, 2004 04:08 PM
I'me doing better with Simon than Demon
Posted by boynton at March 12, 2004 04:29 PM
Blue 10 ok red 10 ok 57 seconds...HAH!
Posted by Nora at March 13, 2004 11:54 AM
This game is fast edging out Free Cell in the desktop diversion stakes.
As is often the case, my best strategy is sometimes the old do-nothing approach. It'll sort itself out eventually.
(via the ultimate insult)
Comments: demon balls
In the same ball park as demon balls is Simon "The original memory game" at:
http://www.collegemix.com/content.php?q=2&id=593&action=previous
Posted by Nora at March 12, 2004 04:08 PM
I'me doing better with Simon than Demon
Posted by boynton at March 12, 2004 04:29 PM
Blue 10 ok red 10 ok 57 seconds...HAH!
Posted by Nora at March 13, 2004 11:54 AM
Tuesday, March 09, 2004
wood chairs
Beware of Penny Dreadful - so many wonderful links...( you might not leave your chair for hours).
Like Black and White Dreams - The black and white photography of Ed Deasy
Among the beautiful images, among the chairs, the one that particularly struck me yesterday was My Reading Chair in the Woods
It was such a lovely balmy moomba day (Moomba is a strange Melbourne non-specific festival from the fifties, but the name might as well mean that short season of late February and March when there is a beautiful balminess about, a lazy hazy feel of the sniff of Autumn and the last days of daylight saving evenings.) It was a long weekend, and all around neighbours seemed to be elsewhere. No kids, no barking, no stereo or ambient air con hum. The garden here was quite still. Under the green tree you could read a book and be deep in the woods, or the wooded shelves of libraries.
See also Chair/Guitar/Woods
and on such a lovely day it was hard to linger in cyberspace, even with such compelling things to see. Even so, a reminder like this would be quite handy sometimes. (via Sarcasmo)
Like Black and White Dreams - The black and white photography of Ed Deasy
Among the beautiful images, among the chairs, the one that particularly struck me yesterday was My Reading Chair in the Woods
It was such a lovely balmy moomba day (Moomba is a strange Melbourne non-specific festival from the fifties, but the name might as well mean that short season of late February and March when there is a beautiful balminess about, a lazy hazy feel of the sniff of Autumn and the last days of daylight saving evenings.) It was a long weekend, and all around neighbours seemed to be elsewhere. No kids, no barking, no stereo or ambient air con hum. The garden here was quite still. Under the green tree you could read a book and be deep in the woods, or the wooded shelves of libraries.
See also Chair/Guitar/Woods
and on such a lovely day it was hard to linger in cyberspace, even with such compelling things to see. Even so, a reminder like this would be quite handy sometimes. (via Sarcasmo)
kaleidodog
sample KaleidoDraw (via Diversionz)
Just before sampling I had seen a picture of Giacamo Balla's Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash at wood s lot. This and the fresh observation of three domestic tails drove me to render the dynamism in kaliedoscopic form.
I failed and suspect that the non-figurative splotch might be the way to go.
Just before sampling I had seen a picture of Giacamo Balla's Dynamism of a Dog on a Leash at wood s lot. This and the fresh observation of three domestic tails drove me to render the dynamism in kaliedoscopic form.
I failed and suspect that the non-figurative splotch might be the way to go.
Monday, March 08, 2004
rosa revsin
"...And the scream bounced off
like the thunder of a storm"
"There is a country..." Rosa Revsin's photographs
(via wood s lot)
like the thunder of a storm"
"There is a country..." Rosa Revsin's photographs
(via wood s lot)
simms
Fortunately there was no switch to the moomba masters night niche sport of the sixties and I watched Mr Blandings Builds His Dream House as scheduled. This is part of a Cary Grant Festival but after sufficient grant watch, boynton became interested in the actor playing the architect, Simms (no less). This was the lovely Reginad Denny, whose understated congeniality I recognised from Rebecca.
Googling I was quite surprised to find a very comprehensive section on Denny at a local site on Aviation history, (previously visited here - thanks to a tip off from Barista.) Denny was a pioneer in the field of Pilotless Aviation. This fascinating tangent provides filmography, biographical details, photo galleries and a small section about his log cabin located in the San Bernardino mountains of Southern California - which seemed to tie in with the last shot in Mr Blandings, a scene that Simms might have imagined.
Comments: simms
A pioneer in "flightless aviation" -- how did he ever get that field off the ground? :)
Posted by MG at March 8, 2004 04:17 PM
whoops
deeply blushing, MG
have since corrected my terrible error, committed in haste.
I am an old hand at editorless citation
or witless imagination...
Posted by boynton at March 8, 2004 04:44 PM
Being in a recursive mood, I have taken the Denny and popped him into another story.. Back and forth, back and forth..
Posted by David Tiley at March 12, 2004 03:42 PM
ping pong
the chinese-whispering blogging tongue ...
(and my topic for today, anon)
Posted by boynton at March 12, 2004 03:56 PM
Googling I was quite surprised to find a very comprehensive section on Denny at a local site on Aviation history, (previously visited here - thanks to a tip off from Barista.) Denny was a pioneer in the field of Pilotless Aviation. This fascinating tangent provides filmography, biographical details, photo galleries and a small section about his log cabin located in the San Bernardino mountains of Southern California - which seemed to tie in with the last shot in Mr Blandings, a scene that Simms might have imagined.
Comments: simms
A pioneer in "flightless aviation" -- how did he ever get that field off the ground? :)
Posted by MG at March 8, 2004 04:17 PM
whoops
deeply blushing, MG
have since corrected my terrible error, committed in haste.
I am an old hand at editorless citation
or witless imagination...
Posted by boynton at March 8, 2004 04:44 PM
Being in a recursive mood, I have taken the Denny and popped him into another story.. Back and forth, back and forth..
Posted by David Tiley at March 12, 2004 03:42 PM
ping pong
the chinese-whispering blogging tongue ...
(and my topic for today, anon)
Posted by boynton at March 12, 2004 03:56 PM
rest day
Yesterday the uber domain was unter which meant over-blogging boynton was forced to have a rest day. Refreshing. We spent a large part of the morning exploring The Diaries of A Working Man - The Daily Life of Alexander Goodall.
meanwhile über dem langen weekend Geelong was playing Melbourne and biking beckoned on a lazy Sunday in an empty suburb, über moomba.
Thanks to .s for this delightful find.
Comments: rest day
Glad to see you are quick off the mark; the domain's only been back up for about an hour.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at March 8, 2004 02:13 PM
Actually it seemed to be up around 11 ish when I first checked in?
It was good to have a post-free, 'read only' day btw.
Posted by boynton at March 8, 2004 02:17 PM
Good site - I'm hoping that everything interesting in the SLV will end up online.
Posted by David Tiley at March 9, 2004 04:59 PM
as long as o.s. bloggers alert us to the finds on our RL doorstep, roll on the digitalisation ;)
that's half the lure of the web, IMHO, hoping that such things are somwhere online waiting to be uncovered...
Posted by boynton at March 9, 20
meanwhile über dem langen weekend Geelong was playing Melbourne and biking beckoned on a lazy Sunday in an empty suburb, über moomba.
Thanks to .s for this delightful find.
Comments: rest day
Glad to see you are quick off the mark; the domain's only been back up for about an hour.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at March 8, 2004 02:13 PM
Actually it seemed to be up around 11 ish when I first checked in?
It was good to have a post-free, 'read only' day btw.
Posted by boynton at March 8, 2004 02:17 PM
Good site - I'm hoping that everything interesting in the SLV will end up online.
Posted by David Tiley at March 9, 2004 04:59 PM
as long as o.s. bloggers alert us to the finds on our RL doorstep, roll on the digitalisation ;)
that's half the lure of the web, IMHO, hoping that such things are somwhere online waiting to be uncovered...
Posted by boynton at March 9, 20
Saturday, March 06, 2004
bumped
On ABC TV The Secret of Roan Inish was bumped for The Moomba Masters Water Skiing.
Hope that Mr Blandings gets to build His Dream House tonight.
Meanwhile in the park I notice a kid playing with one of those giant tennis balls.
The scale throws everything out. Think I need a great big cup of tea before I can record my great big thoughts.
Comments: bumped
These are very popular round here...
http://algri.myftp.org:81/Fotos/Amsterdam/Big%20clogs.JPG
Posted by Nora at March 6, 2004 09:01 PM
look like mysize ;)
Posted by peggy hill at March 7, 2004 08:14 PM
Hope that Mr Blandings gets to build His Dream House tonight.
Meanwhile in the park I notice a kid playing with one of those giant tennis balls.
The scale throws everything out. Think I need a great big cup of tea before I can record my great big thoughts.
Comments: bumped
These are very popular round here...
http://algri.myftp.org:81/Fotos/Amsterdam/Big%20clogs.JPG
Posted by Nora at March 6, 2004 09:01 PM
look like mysize ;)
Posted by peggy hill at March 7, 2004 08:14 PM
Friday, March 05, 2004
typo graphic
Watch Dear Prudence in Book Antiqua
typo graphic illustration via J Walk
Comments: typo graphic
Century Gothic also has a certain poignancy I can't quite define.
Posted by Nora at March 5, 2004 10:23 PM
I'd guess homesickness.
Garamond is good, in a 'beatnik eyeballs' sorta way.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 10:58 PM
Pretty cool. Much better than MTV, and it loads quickly, too.
Posted by Mark at March 6, 2004 10:15 PM
I agree - I've 'watched' it over and over again -
Lucky the sun wasn't out and the sky wasn't so blue today...
Posted by boynton at March 7, 2004 08:16 PM
typo graphic illustration via J Walk
Comments: typo graphic
Century Gothic also has a certain poignancy I can't quite define.
Posted by Nora at March 5, 2004 10:23 PM
I'd guess homesickness.
Garamond is good, in a 'beatnik eyeballs' sorta way.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 10:58 PM
Pretty cool. Much better than MTV, and it loads quickly, too.
Posted by Mark at March 6, 2004 10:15 PM
I agree - I've 'watched' it over and over again -
Lucky the sun wasn't out and the sky wasn't so blue today...
Posted by boynton at March 7, 2004 08:16 PM
bronte sims
Historic Sim Houses via Quiddity
Among the famous designs are a few literary houses, including the Bronte Parsonage.
I've been comparing the sim rooms with real thing .
Although the 360 ° views seem to be frozen at this end.
Comments: bronte sims
I imagine Emily, Anne and Charlotte were constantly in the entrance hall fighting over whose turn it was to write a novel on the PC!
Posted by Nora at March 5, 2004 09:38 PM
As Bramwell blogged
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 09:43 PM
Among the famous designs are a few literary houses, including the Bronte Parsonage.
I've been comparing the sim rooms with real thing .
Although the 360 ° views seem to be frozen at this end.
Comments: bronte sims
I imagine Emily, Anne and Charlotte were constantly in the entrance hall fighting over whose turn it was to write a novel on the PC!
Posted by Nora at March 5, 2004 09:38 PM
As Bramwell blogged
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 09:43 PM
passion blooper
Paul Ford The Passion of the Christ: Blooper Reel
(Translated from Aramaic and Latin)
(via Anil Dash)
(Translated from Aramaic and Latin)
(via Anil Dash)
Thursday, March 04, 2004
prairie photos
Prairie Settlement: Nebraska Photographs and Family Letters. (via Plep)
I was browsing the photos by subject starting, obviously, with dogs (500 images) which led to:
A bachelor, southwest of Ansley, Custer County, Nebraska
But then I spotted the intriguing category of Accordions
Which led to this amazing family group. Yes, there is an accordion to be found in the tableau. The even larger photo is recommended viewing. On dial-up, there is something rather exciting about waiting for the image to unfurl, from the speckled sky to the impressionist tree, and scrolling along to discover the haloed dog and faceless horse framing the woman with accordion. Wonderful.
Another arresting family angle with accordion
Comments: prairie photos
Good eye in re: The Accordion. While not quite a concertina—or, should I say, simply more than the concertina—the accordion's presence in these photographs have caused the visages to become burrowed into my heart and given much needed pleasure and respite.
Goodish!
Posted by .s at March 4, 2004 11:15 PM
ah - yes. An Accordion covers a multitude of concertinas. There is a similar looking hybrid here in this house, of the same vintage, played out on another continent.
"Only Connect"...
btw - have since placed the link to concertina variants within post. There are only six to be spotted.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 11:38 AM
We've launched a new site, and I gave the search results the honor they deserved.
Well, relaunched, I suppose. It was the one that rhymed with 'very fretful'.
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:04 PM
a puzzle that I fretted over and solved 2 minutes ago.
Wonderful news.
(I temporarily removed s-istic in the template shift)
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:32 PM
You may dispose of the solipsism, my dear, it shall never do you an ounce of good.
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:41 PM
Oh, and now that I have you in rapt attention, did you get the email? I thought you would hopscotch in merriment, perhaps I am deluded.
Ha! Of course I am, S, yes, you, bring me the Flipper at once!
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:43 PM
Penny D will steal lots of my time.
Dozens and dozens oz. of good though.
Hope that is a bold enough announcement.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:49 PM
just checking email now.
hotmail was cold before. Kaput. crashed my pc.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:50 PM
Ah yes. Nebraska--The Good Life. Now you know where I live.
Posted by peat at March 6, 2004 12:33 PM
It looks pretty good.
Plan to go back and explore more categories soon. Like 'birdcages' and 'tambourines.'
Posted by boynton at March 6, 2004 02:42 PM
What I really like about that pic is that the horse's head is obscure; as if it needs to be kept anonymous lest some gangster identify the horse and eliminate it.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at March 6, 2004 11:55 PM
"...In the desert you can remember your name..."
Posted by noname at March 7, 2004 08:22 PM
I was browsing the photos by subject starting, obviously, with dogs (500 images) which led to:
A bachelor, southwest of Ansley, Custer County, Nebraska
But then I spotted the intriguing category of Accordions
Which led to this amazing family group. Yes, there is an accordion to be found in the tableau. The even larger photo is recommended viewing. On dial-up, there is something rather exciting about waiting for the image to unfurl, from the speckled sky to the impressionist tree, and scrolling along to discover the haloed dog and faceless horse framing the woman with accordion. Wonderful.
Another arresting family angle with accordion
Comments: prairie photos
Good eye in re: The Accordion. While not quite a concertina—or, should I say, simply more than the concertina—the accordion's presence in these photographs have caused the visages to become burrowed into my heart and given much needed pleasure and respite.
Goodish!
Posted by .s at March 4, 2004 11:15 PM
ah - yes. An Accordion covers a multitude of concertinas. There is a similar looking hybrid here in this house, of the same vintage, played out on another continent.
"Only Connect"...
btw - have since placed the link to concertina variants within post. There are only six to be spotted.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 11:38 AM
We've launched a new site, and I gave the search results the honor they deserved.
Well, relaunched, I suppose. It was the one that rhymed with 'very fretful'.
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:04 PM
a puzzle that I fretted over and solved 2 minutes ago.
Wonderful news.
(I temporarily removed s-istic in the template shift)
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:32 PM
You may dispose of the solipsism, my dear, it shall never do you an ounce of good.
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:41 PM
Oh, and now that I have you in rapt attention, did you get the email? I thought you would hopscotch in merriment, perhaps I am deluded.
Ha! Of course I am, S, yes, you, bring me the Flipper at once!
Posted by .s at March 5, 2004 01:43 PM
Penny D will steal lots of my time.
Dozens and dozens oz. of good though.
Hope that is a bold enough announcement.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:49 PM
just checking email now.
hotmail was cold before. Kaput. crashed my pc.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 01:50 PM
Ah yes. Nebraska--The Good Life. Now you know where I live.
Posted by peat at March 6, 2004 12:33 PM
It looks pretty good.
Plan to go back and explore more categories soon. Like 'birdcages' and 'tambourines.'
Posted by boynton at March 6, 2004 02:42 PM
What I really like about that pic is that the horse's head is obscure; as if it needs to be kept anonymous lest some gangster identify the horse and eliminate it.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at March 6, 2004 11:55 PM
"...In the desert you can remember your name..."
Posted by noname at March 7, 2004 08:22 PM
fire time
Currently 34 with a hot northerly and four fires burning across the state.
Last week in milder times, Barista linked to the excellent on line documentary
Black Friday
Tragedy struck on Friday the 13th of January 1939 - "Black Friday", when a firestorm swept across Victoria. Millions of hectares burned and 71 people died.
It's been sobering to read some of the survivor stories of tragic loss and injury, and bereavement. I read of a widow's stoicism and see a photo with the caption: While the Black Friday fires devastated many people’s lives in the country regions, life carried on as usual for many of the city residents
Comments: fire time
good on you ms boynton - this one is worth spreading around.. and the radio gives me the creeps on a hot february day..
Posted by David Tiley at March 4, 2004 04:52 PM
February is one thing - but do we expect fires in March? I thought the balmy Moomba weather kicked in, of mild haze, and no more Total Fire Ban days.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 11:42 AM
Last week in milder times, Barista linked to the excellent on line documentary
Black Friday
Tragedy struck on Friday the 13th of January 1939 - "Black Friday", when a firestorm swept across Victoria. Millions of hectares burned and 71 people died.
It's been sobering to read some of the survivor stories of tragic loss and injury, and bereavement. I read of a widow's stoicism and see a photo with the caption: While the Black Friday fires devastated many people’s lives in the country regions, life carried on as usual for many of the city residents
Comments: fire time
good on you ms boynton - this one is worth spreading around.. and the radio gives me the creeps on a hot february day..
Posted by David Tiley at March 4, 2004 04:52 PM
February is one thing - but do we expect fires in March? I thought the balmy Moomba weather kicked in, of mild haze, and no more Total Fire Ban days.
Posted by boynton at March 5, 2004 11:42 AM
Wednesday, March 03, 2004
dog lit
Brian Sefans Il Conformista (Poem for a Dog) (via Jerz's Literacy Weblog)
A short audio sample of A Dog's Tale by Mark Twain at TellTale Weekly which seeks to record, produce, and sell performances of at least 50 public domain texts a year...(an) audio equivalent of Project Gutenburg
link thanks to .s
A short audio sample of A Dog's Tale by Mark Twain at TellTale Weekly which seeks to record, produce, and sell performances of at least 50 public domain texts a year...(an) audio equivalent of Project Gutenburg
link thanks to .s
chick flicks
I like only one of the Top 10 Chick Flicks on this list, and GWTW crosses the silly essentialist divide anyway, doesn't it?
(And by their own definition
First, if there's major emoting--emoting that does not revolve around wars, cars or sporting events, that is--it could be a chick flick
some of the epic GWTW emoting is not about ashleys but wars?)
I consulted some other lists and have concluded that my top 10 would be heavily located in the nostalgia section of the video store. In fact, I like half of Bob's list. Perhaps movies with a score by Max Steiner would be a good place to start?
Even though the classic Women's Picture offered more than one note emoting, I guess my top 10 CF's would be found in the hybrid category of Romance.
the American Film Institute's 100 greatest love stories of all time
The Romance Reader's 150 Romantic Movies
and probably somewhere in the 1930's and 1940's with a bit of Sound of Mary Poppins on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown thrown in.
Comments: chick flicks
Where was "love actually'?
Posted by Averil at April 6, 2004 05:28 AM
probably too fresh?
and err, I haven't seen it yet actually, Averil
Posted by boynton at April 6, 2004 02:01 PM
(And by their own definition
First, if there's major emoting--emoting that does not revolve around wars, cars or sporting events, that is--it could be a chick flick
some of the epic GWTW emoting is not about ashleys but wars?)
I consulted some other lists and have concluded that my top 10 would be heavily located in the nostalgia section of the video store. In fact, I like half of Bob's list. Perhaps movies with a score by Max Steiner would be a good place to start?
Even though the classic Women's Picture offered more than one note emoting, I guess my top 10 CF's would be found in the hybrid category of Romance.
the American Film Institute's 100 greatest love stories of all time
The Romance Reader's 150 Romantic Movies
and probably somewhere in the 1930's and 1940's with a bit of Sound of Mary Poppins on the Verge of a Nervous Breakdown thrown in.
Comments: chick flicks
Where was "love actually'?
Posted by Averil at April 6, 2004 05:28 AM
probably too fresh?
and err, I haven't seen it yet actually, Averil
Posted by boynton at April 6, 2004 02:01 PM
dog trials
Think I've finally made a breakthrough with Flo. Specifically - with her greatest flaw - her frenzied barking (sometimes with nipping) that occurs when we first step out into the street lasting a good 100 public metres and whenever we see another dog on our way to the park.
Nothing helped. Not kind whispering, food rewards, threatening with birch, tennis racquet, stopping and starting, shouting, being walked by a six foot something man, being pushed into walls and fences (to show dominance apparently), prayer, despair.
But last night for some reason I just happened to grab a small toy water pistol as I left the house, as you do. Bingo. She pauses. She barks. A squirt. She recoils. Suddenly subdued. I tote the toy with new found joy. She behaves.
It's too early to confirm, and too hot today to try again, but I'm hoping that this small plastic pistol is the answer, and a lot cheaper than $$$ dog training or behavioural sessions.
In the meantime, I can try to think border collie and round up the recalcitrant sheep in the addictive game Mouton's Park (via the ultimate insult) On y va
Comments: dog trials
My mother trained our battalion of sheep dogs to stop their barking whenever a car came up the driveway near their 44 gallon drum kennels in the plantation.
She yelled through the kitchen window and banged milk billies or enamel soup-pots at them. Eventually they got the message. When a car, ute or combine harvester made its way up to the farmhouse the dogs (fine, highly trained kelpies bearing noble breeding names, "Eastleigh Barton 111", "Shoulden Maidment Barr-Smith 1V" and "Moyston Jallukar-Rhymney 11", but with paddock names of Bonnie, Teddy and Trixie) put their heads into the drums and barked furiously, well out of my mother's hearing range.
Pots ceased calling the dogs black and the dogs started down the inevitable path to industrial deafness ... which neatly retro-segues back to the hearing aids for dogs posting.
Posted by Sedgwick at March 4, 2004 01:27 PM
well I was feeling rather dull-ish today, Sedge, but your anecdote has delievered the goods.
LOL by the 'paddock names' and L IH (in head) later as I walked down the street, in 30 something heat, thinking of it.
Googling the water pistol training method, I did notice noise detterence methods involving cans.
Think I'll stick with the toy pistol for walks. A 44 gallon drum would be hard to carry in my FLO-free hand.
Posted by boynton at March 4, 2004 03:56 PM
Nothing helped. Not kind whispering, food rewards, threatening with birch, tennis racquet, stopping and starting, shouting, being walked by a six foot something man, being pushed into walls and fences (to show dominance apparently), prayer, despair.
But last night for some reason I just happened to grab a small toy water pistol as I left the house, as you do. Bingo. She pauses. She barks. A squirt. She recoils. Suddenly subdued. I tote the toy with new found joy. She behaves.
It's too early to confirm, and too hot today to try again, but I'm hoping that this small plastic pistol is the answer, and a lot cheaper than $$$ dog training or behavioural sessions.
In the meantime, I can try to think border collie and round up the recalcitrant sheep in the addictive game Mouton's Park (via the ultimate insult) On y va
Comments: dog trials
My mother trained our battalion of sheep dogs to stop their barking whenever a car came up the driveway near their 44 gallon drum kennels in the plantation.
She yelled through the kitchen window and banged milk billies or enamel soup-pots at them. Eventually they got the message. When a car, ute or combine harvester made its way up to the farmhouse the dogs (fine, highly trained kelpies bearing noble breeding names, "Eastleigh Barton 111", "Shoulden Maidment Barr-Smith 1V" and "Moyston Jallukar-Rhymney 11", but with paddock names of Bonnie, Teddy and Trixie) put their heads into the drums and barked furiously, well out of my mother's hearing range.
Pots ceased calling the dogs black and the dogs started down the inevitable path to industrial deafness ... which neatly retro-segues back to the hearing aids for dogs posting.
Posted by Sedgwick at March 4, 2004 01:27 PM
well I was feeling rather dull-ish today, Sedge, but your anecdote has delievered the goods.
LOL by the 'paddock names' and L IH (in head) later as I walked down the street, in 30 something heat, thinking of it.
Googling the water pistol training method, I did notice noise detterence methods involving cans.
Think I'll stick with the toy pistol for walks. A 44 gallon drum would be hard to carry in my FLO-free hand.
Posted by boynton at March 4, 2004 03:56 PM
Tuesday, March 02, 2004
air con
In 1911, Willis Haviland Carrier disclosed his basic Rational Psychrometric Formulae to the American Society of Mechanical Engineers... Carrier said he received his 'flash of genius' while waiting for a train
The Father of Cool Willis Haviland Carrier - The History of Air Conditioning
(via bifurcated rivets)
Meanwhile the mother of all air conditioners is poised to start humming on the roof next door as the temperature climbs. (Oh well, yes, I exaggerate.)
It seems that one day we may be able to talk to our air conditioner. Not sure we'd have a lot to say. Maybe : please don't shout, or Ssssh!, but then talking might just encourage it.
Comments: air con
I think ours understands now. My wife or I will look up at it and say "I'm hot!". It not only understands but solves the problem. I wish I had staff who would do that.
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 06:06 PM
When you say 'now', Philip, did it take some time to GTKY? Was there a teething time of miscommunication?
Not sure I could ever really relax...
Posted by boynton at March 3, 2004 11:37 AM
There was a time it was prone to responding to people on the television making comments about the weather. We are over that now. And we are having a lot of trouble with other requests, like "I'm hungry". Mind you, I did mention I was thirsty last night in its hearing, and it squeezed out a little drip of water in response. I know - not exactly a cocktail with an umbrella, but you have to start somewhere.
Posted by phlip at March 4, 2004 11:31 AM
The Father of Cool Willis Haviland Carrier - The History of Air Conditioning
(via bifurcated rivets)
Meanwhile the mother of all air conditioners is poised to start humming on the roof next door as the temperature climbs. (Oh well, yes, I exaggerate.)
It seems that one day we may be able to talk to our air conditioner. Not sure we'd have a lot to say. Maybe : please don't shout, or Ssssh!, but then talking might just encourage it.
Comments: air con
I think ours understands now. My wife or I will look up at it and say "I'm hot!". It not only understands but solves the problem. I wish I had staff who would do that.
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 06:06 PM
When you say 'now', Philip, did it take some time to GTKY? Was there a teething time of miscommunication?
Not sure I could ever really relax...
Posted by boynton at March 3, 2004 11:37 AM
There was a time it was prone to responding to people on the television making comments about the weather. We are over that now. And we are having a lot of trouble with other requests, like "I'm hungry". Mind you, I did mention I was thirsty last night in its hearing, and it squeezed out a little drip of water in response. I know - not exactly a cocktail with an umbrella, but you have to start somewhere.
Posted by phlip at March 4, 2004 11:31 AM
welsh fairy
And there are some more dog tales (enchanted) in the wonderful The Welsh Fairy Book by W. Jenkyn Thomas [1908] (via Plep)
GOING home from Pentre Voelas Church, the good wife of Hafod y Gareg found a little dog in an exhausted state on the ground. She took it up tenderly and carried it home in her apron. This she did partly from natural kindliness of heart and partly from fear... A Fairy Dog
(boynton is hoping that the fairies may yet come to collect Flo. Not sure if we'd take the cow in exchange, though.)
boynton was first told the sad tale of The martyred hound at school. It was a cheery story for captive young children to hear.
And a topical tale - March's Ears.
Comments: welsh fairy
This is marvelous, thank you for it!
Posted by .s at March 3, 2004 02:46 AM
- and Plep of course, who finds all these things.
Yes, I love them. Another of these links which I have to bookmark and read my way through.
(Often think I should slow down the blogging to reflect a link's worth - or at least let it settle.)
Posted by boynton at March 3, 2004 11:42 AM
okay.. charge your kleenexes.. here's a hard one.
a sad dog story - among other things..
Posted by David Tiley at March 3, 2004 10:52 PM
sorry. go here - http://www.abc.net.au/blackfriday/oral/oral_mary_robinson.htm
Posted by David Tiley at March 3, 2004 10:58 PM
a haunting detail in a haunting tale...
Posted by boynton at March 4, 2004 03:47 PM
GOING home from Pentre Voelas Church, the good wife of Hafod y Gareg found a little dog in an exhausted state on the ground. She took it up tenderly and carried it home in her apron. This she did partly from natural kindliness of heart and partly from fear... A Fairy Dog
(boynton is hoping that the fairies may yet come to collect Flo. Not sure if we'd take the cow in exchange, though.)
boynton was first told the sad tale of The martyred hound at school. It was a cheery story for captive young children to hear.
And a topical tale - March's Ears.
Comments: welsh fairy
This is marvelous, thank you for it!
Posted by .s at March 3, 2004 02:46 AM
- and Plep of course, who finds all these things.
Yes, I love them. Another of these links which I have to bookmark and read my way through.
(Often think I should slow down the blogging to reflect a link's worth - or at least let it settle.)
Posted by boynton at March 3, 2004 11:42 AM
okay.. charge your kleenexes.. here's a hard one.
a sad dog story - among other things..
Posted by David Tiley at March 3, 2004 10:52 PM
sorry. go here - http://www.abc.net.au/blackfriday/oral/oral_mary_robinson.htm
Posted by David Tiley at March 3, 2004 10:58 PM
a haunting detail in a haunting tale...
Posted by boynton at March 4, 2004 03:47 PM
Monday, March 01, 2004
resilience
I think everybody is resilient though, that's my other thesis in the book. That I think resilience is the stuff of life. I think it is the life force. I think it is regeneration when you go into the bush and there's been a fire and you see this charred stump of a tree and this absurd and wonderful triumphant crown of green, and you realise it's life kicking back again. With humans it's different because we have a developed consciousness, so we're able to be aware of what's happening to us, and hopefully to learn wisdom from it. So you learn from the things that happen to you, that are difficult, that are sad. And we don't always do that. You have to allow everyone to be human and fall down in a heap sometimes.
Anne Deveson and Resilience on ABC TV Compass
Caught this half-way through - so I was glad to read the transcript.
Comments: resilience
"You have to allow everyone to be human and fall down in a heap sometimes."
Generally and foolishly us blokes aren't all that good at that sort of thing. Hawkie went some way to assist. (In his pre "I'm taking John Curtin as my role model" days, his falling down in a heap might have been for quite a different reason.)
Annie is a fine lass, resilient above and beyond the call of duty.
Posted by Sedgwick at March 2, 2004 12:23 PM
Yes - life trips us up eventually.
"I think life is chaotic. I think that we fool ourselves if it's not. We try and pin things down and we try and make things predictable. Life is not predictable, nor is it permanent. And I think a certain amount of chaos is fine..."
(btw, perhaps not good blogging form to link to one's self, but boynton@blogspot once went looking for John Curtin.)
http://boynton.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_boynton_archive.html#86856077
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 02:36 PM
Sometimes one has to be self-referential. No one else is going to do it for you.
Though I do baulk at the oft 'eard "I myself personally think that ..."
Posted by Sedgwick at March 2, 2004 06:15 PM
Anne Deveson and Resilience on ABC TV Compass
Caught this half-way through - so I was glad to read the transcript.
Comments: resilience
"You have to allow everyone to be human and fall down in a heap sometimes."
Generally and foolishly us blokes aren't all that good at that sort of thing. Hawkie went some way to assist. (In his pre "I'm taking John Curtin as my role model" days, his falling down in a heap might have been for quite a different reason.)
Annie is a fine lass, resilient above and beyond the call of duty.
Posted by Sedgwick at March 2, 2004 12:23 PM
Yes - life trips us up eventually.
"I think life is chaotic. I think that we fool ourselves if it's not. We try and pin things down and we try and make things predictable. Life is not predictable, nor is it permanent. And I think a certain amount of chaos is fine..."
(btw, perhaps not good blogging form to link to one's self, but boynton@blogspot once went looking for John Curtin.)
http://boynton.blogspot.com/2002_12_29_boynton_archive.html#86856077
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 02:36 PM
Sometimes one has to be self-referential. No one else is going to do it for you.
Though I do baulk at the oft 'eard "I myself personally think that ..."
Posted by Sedgwick at March 2, 2004 06:15 PM
open poem
contribute to the world's longest poem
(via collision detection)
Comments: open poem
Well, apart from length, I don't think this poem has a lot going for it. The more I read, the more I wondered what on earth it was all about. Still, I recall having this experience with poetry before. What was your line, Boynton?
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 09:51 AM
Haven't as yet contributed. Just reading.
Some lines work.
Actually Philip, I think at its best such a poem/project should mean "what on earth" - the www - eveything and nothing ;)
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 02:04 PM
Yeah, well, it is probably achieving that. Its all a bit like most chat rooms I seem to stray into. They may have a published purpose, but they end up being forums for some idiots to make the sensible people wonder why they bothered.
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 03:36 PM
Yeah - sometimes it seems that the idiots are winning. Everywhere.
Hopefully, in that forum, it might be seen that a rhyme can carry more punch than a curse.
Or a dead piece of verse.
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 04:00 PM
Nice note of optomism - not to mention poetic. Let's watch on and see what happens, eh?
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 06:03 PM
(via collision detection)
Comments: open poem
Well, apart from length, I don't think this poem has a lot going for it. The more I read, the more I wondered what on earth it was all about. Still, I recall having this experience with poetry before. What was your line, Boynton?
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 09:51 AM
Haven't as yet contributed. Just reading.
Some lines work.
Actually Philip, I think at its best such a poem/project should mean "what on earth" - the www - eveything and nothing ;)
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 02:04 PM
Yeah, well, it is probably achieving that. Its all a bit like most chat rooms I seem to stray into. They may have a published purpose, but they end up being forums for some idiots to make the sensible people wonder why they bothered.
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 03:36 PM
Yeah - sometimes it seems that the idiots are winning. Everywhere.
Hopefully, in that forum, it might be seen that a rhyme can carry more punch than a curse.
Or a dead piece of verse.
Posted by boynton at March 2, 2004 04:00 PM
Nice note of optomism - not to mention poetic. Let's watch on and see what happens, eh?
Posted by phlip at March 2, 2004 06:03 PM
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