Following the pairing of mini-golf and iron deficiency, the latest in the Google Ad Related Searches pairs the apparently less logical iron deficiency anaemia with english gardens...
there is something of the Kevan's Kenning Game in this content bot.
Keeps me checking back into blogspot for the latest.
Sunday, February 29, 2004
veterinary
still on a veterinary theme, last week I was reading about James Herriot on Today in Literature, and then took a virtual tour of Skeldale House throught the famous red door at the World of James Herriot...
TWOJH teapot looks tempting if a little cumbersome.
Comments: veterinary
I'm unsure what this has to do with teapots, as endearing as they may be, but I wanted to share a movie I found interesting:
http://homepage.mac.com/jbrimm/Cat-With-Hands.mov
Overall, fondness may not be grasped, though the visage of a kitty-witty-cat with human hands is worth the watch. Not that my watch is worth anything, it is a simple model.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:57 PM
well .s, I need a strong brew of something after watching that cat ;)
Very good indeed.
Not sure wevver a vet'inry or a doctor would be the one to call in that particular case.
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 08:45 PM
TWOJH teapot looks tempting if a little cumbersome.
Comments: veterinary
I'm unsure what this has to do with teapots, as endearing as they may be, but I wanted to share a movie I found interesting:
http://homepage.mac.com/jbrimm/Cat-With-Hands.mov
Overall, fondness may not be grasped, though the visage of a kitty-witty-cat with human hands is worth the watch. Not that my watch is worth anything, it is a simple model.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:57 PM
well .s, I need a strong brew of something after watching that cat ;)
Very good indeed.
Not sure wevver a vet'inry or a doctor would be the one to call in that particular case.
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 08:45 PM
choclate ears
was listening to vet talk-back yesterday about hearing aids for dogs. Caller was urged to research the progress being made in the area. Then she said her dog was 17. Nothing will help apparently. Must be presbycusis (age-related hearing loss), which is progressive with time and cannot be prevented or reversed. (source)
Doug is approaching 15 and is quite deaf. This page on deaf pets had some good tips
To get a deaf dog or cat’s attention stamp on the floor, throw a stuffed sock or a ping pong ball near it. If you are outside toss a small pebble or rock near the pet. Then give it the appropriate hand signal...
I may not be able to throw a ball well but I may manage lobbing a sock across the room to rouse douglas in his presbycusis.
Develop a special way to rouse your deaf dog from a sleep. A deaf pet can startle easily when asleep and this can cause aggression and fear. Try waking your dog by putting your hand in front of its nose or by using the scent of a food treat.
The scent of a food treat would have to be chocolate. His favourite, and his old nose is still able to sniff out contraband cadbury's stashed in cupboards from a mere sliver on silver paper. This would mean that boynton would also require a constant block of choc on hand for non-startling.
See also Frequency Hearing Ranges in Dogs and other Species
Comments: chocolate ears
And then there's the record label that caters for such canines.
http://gallery.cybertarp.com/albums/userpics/12178/hmvdogboynton.JPG
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:26 PM
Perhaps if he were deaf, my adolescent dachshund would bark less. Perhaps, though likely nought. He is wont to bark, and bark he will.
The rats, on the other hand, merely chirp and I am not cognizant of thier senses, perhaps they are deaf, dumb and blind. So they say, or so they said.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:29 PM
Oo, I have always wanted to have a 'MetaFilter Moment', and have one I have had.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:33 PM
Did the earth move for you too?
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:34 PM
It was somewhat shocking, almost worthy of a cuddle.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:37 PM
Not now, boynton may be watching.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:41 PM
Oh no, it was not my intention to embrace you my dear man. I was only attempting to grasp my head, as it is libel to pop off at any given moment.
And in case one is wondering, my spleen is safely intact: ever loved and fondly nurtured.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:49 PM
"I was only attempting to grasp my head, as it is libel to pop off" ... slanderous thought!
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:58 PM
Hmm. The gutter is not where my head is destined, more likely into the frying pan along with my other attempts at humour.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:03 PM
BoyntonFilter!
Amberglow has moved! http://mysite.verizon.net/~evanka/
Ultimate Flash Sonic! http://69.56.241.42/1877_usonic.swf
Tell Tale Weekly, audiobooks galore! http://www.telltaleweekly.com/
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:07 PM
Boynton, my dog's vet told me that chocolate is highly toxic for dogs and from what I've read, it's not just some old wives' tale. Probably, you've looked into this and determined a small amount is acceptable, but I thought I'd pass my vet's warning on to you.
Posted by Curtis at February 29, 2004 07:11 PM
My grandfather once fed my dog chocolate under the table during dinner, unbeknownst to us. My dog then went into a convulsive fit—as he is regurlarly wont to do—on the carpet a few metres from the table. My grandfather sat in a paralyzed fear during the duration of my dog's typical behavior, only confessing his anxiety after Clyde righted himself and went for water.
"I thought I had killed him once I realized what I had done" my grandfather said after all was apparently well.
"Ha," I chuckled; "no, his head just popped off as it is does on occasion."
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:20 PM
When Coco the Wonderdog came to us, she had been fed chocolate. We could give a cellophane bag the slightest rustle rooms away and she would sprint into sight. Violet Crumbles. Bad for her but she loved it with a desperate intensity.. now she is going deaf and yes, she can get very startled.
I am noticing that her whole sensorium is shutting down. Less eyesight, and she wants to turn back more and more on her walks to investigate smells she has already passed. This is apparently a sign that they are poor smellers - for a dog, that is.. You can get a lot of this kind of information by googling "coon dogs" and suchlike.
Posted by David Tiley at February 29, 2004 07:54 PM
very pleased to see boyntonfilter up and running (bofi), and of course would approve of any cuddles occurring in the commentary. As long as it doesn't involve too many emoticons ;)
Mr S- that is very nice. And rather close to home.
The real worry will be when HM needs the ear trumpet as well. Guess one would just get a 'hearing dog' then rather than a 'hearing aid' -though complications may arise when the canine presbycusis started to set in. As long as one divvies up the faculties I spose.
.s - thanks for those bofi links - am currently checking them out in another window.
Yes, Curtis, I had heard that. I think (should I go down the chocolate track) that "Cadbury's" doesn't contain enough of the pure stuff to be a worry. He once ate a whole collection of Easter eggs at once - no problems. I replaced them. He ate them again. Only last xmas chomped a whole hamper of very fine (hand made) chocolates... no worries. But vets do say this, so it's a good warning.
.S - scary. Doug actually does throw fits - but these don't seem to be choc related...
David - I say if they love anything with such a desperate intensity we should indulge them. Baklava still seems to be on top of the list for Doug, though he can leap-to at the sound and smell of chocolate. Off to google 'coon dogs'now
btw - I think I would face the greater danger from this choclate plan. Alas, I don't think I could 'sit' on a special block reserved for 'startling'. Impossible not to demolish at once. ;)
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 09:28 PM
Doug is approaching 15 and is quite deaf. This page on deaf pets had some good tips
To get a deaf dog or cat’s attention stamp on the floor, throw a stuffed sock or a ping pong ball near it. If you are outside toss a small pebble or rock near the pet. Then give it the appropriate hand signal...
I may not be able to throw a ball well but I may manage lobbing a sock across the room to rouse douglas in his presbycusis.
Develop a special way to rouse your deaf dog from a sleep. A deaf pet can startle easily when asleep and this can cause aggression and fear. Try waking your dog by putting your hand in front of its nose or by using the scent of a food treat.
The scent of a food treat would have to be chocolate. His favourite, and his old nose is still able to sniff out contraband cadbury's stashed in cupboards from a mere sliver on silver paper. This would mean that boynton would also require a constant block of choc on hand for non-startling.
See also Frequency Hearing Ranges in Dogs and other Species
Comments: chocolate ears
And then there's the record label that caters for such canines.
http://gallery.cybertarp.com/albums/userpics/12178/hmvdogboynton.JPG
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:26 PM
Perhaps if he were deaf, my adolescent dachshund would bark less. Perhaps, though likely nought. He is wont to bark, and bark he will.
The rats, on the other hand, merely chirp and I am not cognizant of thier senses, perhaps they are deaf, dumb and blind. So they say, or so they said.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:29 PM
Oo, I have always wanted to have a 'MetaFilter Moment', and have one I have had.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:33 PM
Did the earth move for you too?
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:34 PM
It was somewhat shocking, almost worthy of a cuddle.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:37 PM
Not now, boynton may be watching.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:41 PM
Oh no, it was not my intention to embrace you my dear man. I was only attempting to grasp my head, as it is libel to pop off at any given moment.
And in case one is wondering, my spleen is safely intact: ever loved and fondly nurtured.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 06:49 PM
"I was only attempting to grasp my head, as it is libel to pop off" ... slanderous thought!
Posted by Sedgwick at February 29, 2004 06:58 PM
Hmm. The gutter is not where my head is destined, more likely into the frying pan along with my other attempts at humour.
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:03 PM
BoyntonFilter!
Amberglow has moved! http://mysite.verizon.net/~evanka/
Ultimate Flash Sonic! http://69.56.241.42/1877_usonic.swf
Tell Tale Weekly, audiobooks galore! http://www.telltaleweekly.com/
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:07 PM
Boynton, my dog's vet told me that chocolate is highly toxic for dogs and from what I've read, it's not just some old wives' tale. Probably, you've looked into this and determined a small amount is acceptable, but I thought I'd pass my vet's warning on to you.
Posted by Curtis at February 29, 2004 07:11 PM
My grandfather once fed my dog chocolate under the table during dinner, unbeknownst to us. My dog then went into a convulsive fit—as he is regurlarly wont to do—on the carpet a few metres from the table. My grandfather sat in a paralyzed fear during the duration of my dog's typical behavior, only confessing his anxiety after Clyde righted himself and went for water.
"I thought I had killed him once I realized what I had done" my grandfather said after all was apparently well.
"Ha," I chuckled; "no, his head just popped off as it is does on occasion."
Posted by .s at February 29, 2004 07:20 PM
When Coco the Wonderdog came to us, she had been fed chocolate. We could give a cellophane bag the slightest rustle rooms away and she would sprint into sight. Violet Crumbles. Bad for her but she loved it with a desperate intensity.. now she is going deaf and yes, she can get very startled.
I am noticing that her whole sensorium is shutting down. Less eyesight, and she wants to turn back more and more on her walks to investigate smells she has already passed. This is apparently a sign that they are poor smellers - for a dog, that is.. You can get a lot of this kind of information by googling "coon dogs" and suchlike.
Posted by David Tiley at February 29, 2004 07:54 PM
very pleased to see boyntonfilter up and running (bofi), and of course would approve of any cuddles occurring in the commentary. As long as it doesn't involve too many emoticons ;)
Mr S- that is very nice. And rather close to home.
The real worry will be when HM needs the ear trumpet as well. Guess one would just get a 'hearing dog' then rather than a 'hearing aid' -though complications may arise when the canine presbycusis started to set in. As long as one divvies up the faculties I spose.
.s - thanks for those bofi links - am currently checking them out in another window.
Yes, Curtis, I had heard that. I think (should I go down the chocolate track) that "Cadbury's" doesn't contain enough of the pure stuff to be a worry. He once ate a whole collection of Easter eggs at once - no problems. I replaced them. He ate them again. Only last xmas chomped a whole hamper of very fine (hand made) chocolates... no worries. But vets do say this, so it's a good warning.
.S - scary. Doug actually does throw fits - but these don't seem to be choc related...
David - I say if they love anything with such a desperate intensity we should indulge them. Baklava still seems to be on top of the list for Doug, though he can leap-to at the sound and smell of chocolate. Off to google 'coon dogs'now
btw - I think I would face the greater danger from this choclate plan. Alas, I don't think I could 'sit' on a special block reserved for 'startling'. Impossible not to demolish at once. ;)
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 09:28 PM
Saturday, February 28, 2004
beatnik
Through Beatnik Eyeballs
(I may aspire to be as cool as the seated beatnik woman. But confess that the glossary for squares might be useful.)
Printed Media Images at Sixties City
Comments: beatnik
Boynton you ARE that woman. Don't I have the mental picture to prove I have witnessed that scene with you and Mr X (last seen heading back to a sub-continent to compose more beatnik sitar odes)?
Posted by Nora at February 28, 2004 11:35 PM
Yes - I can see the resemblance...
Through Beatnik Highballs maybe. ;)
Mr X's beard is certainly trim, and that's an interesting chord on a condensed guitar - is it a ukulele?
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 12:35 AM
Perhaps a 3/4 guitar left over from his school days...
Posted by Nora at February 29, 2004 01:12 AM
(I may aspire to be as cool as the seated beatnik woman. But confess that the glossary for squares might be useful.)
Printed Media Images at Sixties City
Comments: beatnik
Boynton you ARE that woman. Don't I have the mental picture to prove I have witnessed that scene with you and Mr X (last seen heading back to a sub-continent to compose more beatnik sitar odes)?
Posted by Nora at February 28, 2004 11:35 PM
Yes - I can see the resemblance...
Through Beatnik Highballs maybe. ;)
Mr X's beard is certainly trim, and that's an interesting chord on a condensed guitar - is it a ukulele?
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 12:35 AM
Perhaps a 3/4 guitar left over from his school days...
Posted by Nora at February 29, 2004 01:12 AM
spam servings
The semi-regular comment spam continues, a manageable nuisance in small doses. Even accepting there is no logic to it all, I was curious that one post, titled 'squally', seems to attract a lot of ads for casinos, bones and loans etc. And even in the randomness, I sometimes take offence at the spam attaching itself to certain more heartfelt entries. Today's serve features fake first names, and I'm glad that a certain abigail_banker did not leave her mark at a farewell to Abby, as have other bot bankers. Sometimes there is a certain irony in the choice of post, so I have left this from some fanciful man (with the link suitably stripped) as an example of random dumbspam
Friday, February 27, 2004
Thursday, February 26, 2004
forensic talk
High Velocity Backspatter on Shirt Sleeves; James O. Pex, M. S., et al.
From the program of the American Academy of Forensic Sciences' annual
convention
What Forensic Scientists Talk About (via Making Light)
Comments: forensic talk
"Accidental Auto-Erotic Gunshot Wounds"
Did Dr No make love to James Bond's car?
Posted by David Tiley at February 26, 2004 10:34 PM
Yes. No. Bang.
I also like:
"Human Bite Marks, Amorous or Defensive: a Case;"
Intriguing.
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:18 PM
Especially with "Bite Mark of the Penis: A Problematic Presentation" as the immediately following session. Top marks to the conference organiser for that one (actually the last four titles taken together almost tell a story).
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at February 27, 2004 06:27 PM
definitely the bare bones of a good story . Half tempted to flesh it out.
on the other hand "Suicide: Maybe It's Logical"
could be a good starting point for a play.
Or has it been done already?
To be or not to be?
Posted by boynton b boynton at February 27, 2004 09:39 PM
From the program of the American Academy of Forensic Sciences' annual
convention
What Forensic Scientists Talk About (via Making Light)
Comments: forensic talk
"Accidental Auto-Erotic Gunshot Wounds"
Did Dr No make love to James Bond's car?
Posted by David Tiley at February 26, 2004 10:34 PM
Yes. No. Bang.
I also like:
"Human Bite Marks, Amorous or Defensive: a Case;"
Intriguing.
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:18 PM
Especially with "Bite Mark of the Penis: A Problematic Presentation" as the immediately following session. Top marks to the conference organiser for that one (actually the last four titles taken together almost tell a story).
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at February 27, 2004 06:27 PM
definitely the bare bones of a good story . Half tempted to flesh it out.
on the other hand "Suicide: Maybe It's Logical"
could be a good starting point for a play.
Or has it been done already?
To be or not to be?
Posted by boynton b boynton at February 27, 2004 09:39 PM
belief & technique
25 Write for the world and see yr exact pictures of it
number 25 of 30 from Jack Kerouac's
BELIEF & TECHNIQUE FOR MODERN PROSE
LIST OF ESSENTIALS
at Whiskey River
Half tempted to transfer this list to screensaver, to toggle when the canvas looks blank.
Comments: belief & technique
What about the bit about never getting drunk outside your own house? Admittedly that's the only bit of it I remember cos I always found it ironic...
Posted by James Russell at February 26, 2004 09:03 PM
think the key word may be "Try"
waters down the irony.
I try not to - especially on House white or anything with bubbles.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 09:10 PM
I rarely venture outside Chateau Cardboard y'know.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 27, 2004 02:09 PM
New line to take to (frugal) parties:
Your chateau or mine?
Yes - we rarely wander out of those little-boxes much either.
Guess us people who live in glass houses...etc.
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:22 PM
number 25 of 30 from Jack Kerouac's
BELIEF & TECHNIQUE FOR MODERN PROSE
LIST OF ESSENTIALS
at Whiskey River
Half tempted to transfer this list to screensaver, to toggle when the canvas looks blank.
Comments: belief & technique
What about the bit about never getting drunk outside your own house? Admittedly that's the only bit of it I remember cos I always found it ironic...
Posted by James Russell at February 26, 2004 09:03 PM
think the key word may be "Try"
waters down the irony.
I try not to - especially on House white or anything with bubbles.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 09:10 PM
I rarely venture outside Chateau Cardboard y'know.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 27, 2004 02:09 PM
New line to take to (frugal) parties:
Your chateau or mine?
Yes - we rarely wander out of those little-boxes much either.
Guess us people who live in glass houses...etc.
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:22 PM
swf cricket
Marvellous key stroke that...
Flash game of cricket that will perfect the arrow on willow technique.
(via the Ultimate Insult)
Comments: swf cricket
I once played the game and then forgot all about it. Perhaps twice, a loving want-not. Guy Faw(l)kes day never seemed so splendid. I beat myself with a bat, fancy that.
B, have you ever?
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:09 PM
no - I played 'French cricket' on the beach with my family as a child. There was this great ampitheatre of sand and headland and the roar of the surf.
I played a couple of back yard games with my neighbours as a child - which meant being sent by my brother to stand over by the fence and only ocasionally field the tennis ball.
Would never play with a real cricket ball - too scary!
Became rather obsessed with watching it as a teenager, but the old-fashioned Test cricket variety, the romantic spirit of which is sort of disappearing. It's all logo'd and about selling phones and cars now.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 03:16 PM
what a disappointment. Fondness shrivels like so many turtles upon a desert shore. Hmm. Perhaps one might create a rogue 'street' cricket?
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:19 PM
a rogue street cricket movement would be good...
like a rogue strolling string quartet.
when I walk the dogs I see a lot of amateur cricket occurring on the ovals near here, that seems closer to the way I once imagined it.
ie. they all wear 'creams' - all white - no logos, and the setting is rather beautiful - very green, encircled by trees and a duck pond, and a small crowd of friends watch on the edge in canvas chairs. Langorous and not selling anything.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 03:37 PM
All is well, assuredly, but let us concentrate on a particular consideration:
A strolling string quartet.
All that was wrong is now right, we have goodness in our grasp. How I love Boynton's serenity.
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:46 PM
Serene she is, but I think she's missed the point of the game. A lot of people make the mistake. You see, cricket is not actually a sport, but a means of generating statistics. There is no end to the averages and rates and counts and stuff, and frankly, I'm glad, because they really are the most energising of reading. Virtually every match logs up some sort of record, so long as you look hard enough. You have to love that about a game.
Posted by phlip at February 26, 2004 10:31 PM
No, Miss b. is never wrong. I really enjoy watching the Tests, but even better is to play the game with some mates for your club, and have a few beers with everyone after the game. Its all about getting out there and having a go.
And the cricket ball doesn't hurt, Miss B. In my case, I'm so pumped with adreniline that I never feel a thing.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at February 27, 2004 12:31 AM
merci, .s
I agree with you about the stats aspect of cricket, Philip. And I can almost see the attraction in reading them. In fact, when I was obsessed with cricket I used to like obscure results in magazines. A friend gave me a copy of Wisden for my 21st - but it was too late by then. My obsession for the game had passed.
Yes, I see them drinking a beer after the game and it does look pretty convivial.
And you're wrong, actually, Scott. At scholl I got hit in the middle of forhead with a baseball.
It hurt. It was embarrassing. Was I meant to catch it?
(Also notice *I* was wrong. The oval is encircled by trees, but NOT by a duck pond, of course. No comma. The pond/lagoon is rather small and lies off to one side of playing fields).
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:30 PM
A baseball isn't a cricket ball.... Mind you I've never actually been hit in the head either...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at February 28, 2004 12:31 AM
The perils of Pauline's topless beach cricket as immortalised by Messrs G. & S.
"Tit willow, tit willow."
Time for another shamefaced skulking off, albeit with General MacArthur's thought in mind.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 11:54 AM
'My object all sublime, I shall achieve in time
To let the PUNishment fit the crime...'
Ps...wasn't there a player called Titmuss who played for England?
Posted by boynton at February 28, 2004 01:58 PM
Indeed, Fred, a spinner. (vs the other Titmus of the TV mini-series - a wonderfully awful character, up there with Mr. Heep in awfulness.)
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 05:17 PM
(re Leslie Titmus)
- who, as I recall, learnt to speak RP by mimicking the BBC cricket commentary?
Maybe I'm imagining that for the sake of a seamless segue...
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 01:04 AM
Flash game of cricket that will perfect the arrow on willow technique.
(via the Ultimate Insult)
Comments: swf cricket
I once played the game and then forgot all about it. Perhaps twice, a loving want-not. Guy Faw(l)kes day never seemed so splendid. I beat myself with a bat, fancy that.
B, have you ever?
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:09 PM
no - I played 'French cricket' on the beach with my family as a child. There was this great ampitheatre of sand and headland and the roar of the surf.
I played a couple of back yard games with my neighbours as a child - which meant being sent by my brother to stand over by the fence and only ocasionally field the tennis ball.
Would never play with a real cricket ball - too scary!
Became rather obsessed with watching it as a teenager, but the old-fashioned Test cricket variety, the romantic spirit of which is sort of disappearing. It's all logo'd and about selling phones and cars now.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 03:16 PM
what a disappointment. Fondness shrivels like so many turtles upon a desert shore. Hmm. Perhaps one might create a rogue 'street' cricket?
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:19 PM
a rogue street cricket movement would be good...
like a rogue strolling string quartet.
when I walk the dogs I see a lot of amateur cricket occurring on the ovals near here, that seems closer to the way I once imagined it.
ie. they all wear 'creams' - all white - no logos, and the setting is rather beautiful - very green, encircled by trees and a duck pond, and a small crowd of friends watch on the edge in canvas chairs. Langorous and not selling anything.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 03:37 PM
All is well, assuredly, but let us concentrate on a particular consideration:
A strolling string quartet.
All that was wrong is now right, we have goodness in our grasp. How I love Boynton's serenity.
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:46 PM
Serene she is, but I think she's missed the point of the game. A lot of people make the mistake. You see, cricket is not actually a sport, but a means of generating statistics. There is no end to the averages and rates and counts and stuff, and frankly, I'm glad, because they really are the most energising of reading. Virtually every match logs up some sort of record, so long as you look hard enough. You have to love that about a game.
Posted by phlip at February 26, 2004 10:31 PM
No, Miss b. is never wrong. I really enjoy watching the Tests, but even better is to play the game with some mates for your club, and have a few beers with everyone after the game. Its all about getting out there and having a go.
And the cricket ball doesn't hurt, Miss B. In my case, I'm so pumped with adreniline that I never feel a thing.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at February 27, 2004 12:31 AM
merci, .s
I agree with you about the stats aspect of cricket, Philip. And I can almost see the attraction in reading them. In fact, when I was obsessed with cricket I used to like obscure results in magazines. A friend gave me a copy of Wisden for my 21st - but it was too late by then. My obsession for the game had passed.
Yes, I see them drinking a beer after the game and it does look pretty convivial.
And you're wrong, actually, Scott. At scholl I got hit in the middle of forhead with a baseball.
It hurt. It was embarrassing. Was I meant to catch it?
(Also notice *I* was wrong. The oval is encircled by trees, but NOT by a duck pond, of course. No comma. The pond/lagoon is rather small and lies off to one side of playing fields).
Posted by boynton at February 27, 2004 04:30 PM
A baseball isn't a cricket ball.... Mind you I've never actually been hit in the head either...
Posted by Scott Wickstein at February 28, 2004 12:31 AM
The perils of Pauline's topless beach cricket as immortalised by Messrs G. & S.
"Tit willow, tit willow."
Time for another shamefaced skulking off, albeit with General MacArthur's thought in mind.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 11:54 AM
'My object all sublime, I shall achieve in time
To let the PUNishment fit the crime...'
Ps...wasn't there a player called Titmuss who played for England?
Posted by boynton at February 28, 2004 01:58 PM
Indeed, Fred, a spinner. (vs the other Titmus of the TV mini-series - a wonderfully awful character, up there with Mr. Heep in awfulness.)
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 05:17 PM
(re Leslie Titmus)
- who, as I recall, learnt to speak RP by mimicking the BBC cricket commentary?
Maybe I'm imagining that for the sake of a seamless segue...
Posted by boynton at February 29, 2004 01:04 AM
Wednesday, February 25, 2004
oscars
The Inverted Oscar: To Ronald Reagan. In 1947, he narrated a silent montage of past Oscar winners. Much to Reagan's surprise, the crowd was laughing hysterically as he said, "This picture embodies the glories of our past, the memories of our present and the inspiration of our future." What he didn't know: The reel was upside down
Oscar Blooper Hall of Fame (via Quiddity)
Comments: oscars
That is very funny.
Mind you, he was a horrible man who lived in a topsy turvy world. He ran the Screen Actors Guild as a stooge for the bosses, while the Academy was set up by the studios to forestall anything more radical. Sounds outlandish now, but they were desperate times, which would end with persecution by the House Committee for Unamerican Activities, naming names and blacklisting.
Posted by David Tiley at February 26, 2004 02:17 AM
For want of respite, the lonely one tenderly eats the carpet deciding that none is more deserving than he, and therefore red must be delicious.
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:06 PM
Oscar Blooper Hall of Fame (via Quiddity)
Comments: oscars
That is very funny.
Mind you, he was a horrible man who lived in a topsy turvy world. He ran the Screen Actors Guild as a stooge for the bosses, while the Academy was set up by the studios to forestall anything more radical. Sounds outlandish now, but they were desperate times, which would end with persecution by the House Committee for Unamerican Activities, naming names and blacklisting.
Posted by David Tiley at February 26, 2004 02:17 AM
For want of respite, the lonely one tenderly eats the carpet deciding that none is more deserving than he, and therefore red must be delicious.
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:06 PM
Tuesday, February 24, 2004
ulysses is it
You're Ulysses!
by James Joyce
Most people are convinced that you don't make any sense, but compared to what else you could say, what you're saying now makes tons of sense. What people do understand about you is your vulgarity, which has convinced people that you are at once brilliant and repugnant. Meanwhile you are content to wander around aimlessly, taking in the sights and sounds of the city. What you see is vast, almost limitless, and brings you additional fame. When no one is looking, you dream of being a Greek folk hero.
Take the Book Quiz
at the Blue Pyramid.
Maybe me in the first sentence...
via savoradin
Comments: ulysses is it
Hmm... makes no sense... vulgarity... brilliant and repugnant... why, that could be ME! except I actually wound up getting The Mists of Avalon: You're obsessed with Camelot in all its forms, from Arthurian legend to the Kennedy administration. Your favorite movie from childhood was "The Sword in the Stone". But more than tales of wizardry and Cuban missiles, you've focused on women. You know that they truly hold all the power. You always wished you could meet Jackie Kennedy. Doesn't sound much like me at all, really. I've read Malory (the full-length version of same to boot), but that's as far as my Arthurian interest really goes...
Posted by James Russell at February 24, 2004 07:52 PM
Though you are very short and often overshadowed, your voice is poetic and lyrical. Dark and brooding, you see the world as a hopeless effort of people trying to impress other people. Though you make reference to almost everything, you've really heard enough about Michelangelo. You measure out your life with coffee spoons.
omigod - yes, I am short. And dark. Prufrock, not Pollyanna.
Posted by wen at February 24, 2004 08:42 PM
You're A Prayer for Owen Meany!
by John Irving
Despite humble and perhaps literally small beginnings, you inspire faith in almost everyone you know. You are an agent of higher powers, and you manifest this fact in mysterious and loud ways. A sense of destiny pervades your every waking moment, and you prepare with great detail for destiny fulfilled. When you speak, IT SOUNDS LIKE THIS!
AAAAAAAARGGGGH!
Posted by David Tiley at February 24, 2004 10:01 PM
Hmmm - this quiz does pretty well on six questions...
however having just found out at Twists and Turns that I coodabeen Kurt (Cat's Cradle) Vonnegut, I wonder what tripped me up. Lack of travel or that old stream of consciousness?
Posted by boynton at February 25, 2004 12:19 PM
You're To Kill a Mockingbird!
by Harper Lee
Perceived as a revolutionary and groundbreaking person, you have changed the minds of many people. While questioning the authority around you, you've also taken a significant amount of flack. But you've had the admirable guts to persevere. There's a weird guy in the neighborhood using dubious means to protect you, but you're pretty sure it's worth it in the end. In the end, it remains unclear to you whether finches and mockingbirds get along in real life.
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They got it mixed up - I'm actually just that "weird guy in the neighbourhood"...
Posted by Damien at February 25, 2004 03:20 PM
So, speaking as the WGITN, do finches and mockingbirds get along in RL? ;)
Posted by boynton at February 25, 2004 04:18 PM
I am a not very good book. Such as it is, could not be more underwhelming.
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:04 PM
maybe the time is ripe for .s to compose a quiz that will subvert the pigeon holes, curious categories among the pigeons?
this seems to be firming as one of blogging's standard forms to play with.
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 03:26 PM
I've plum run out of brandy otherwise I would program a quiz: Would you enjoy Fante or wouldn't you?
Posted by .s at February 26, 2004 03:52 PM
si
...so who am I?
Posted by boynton at February 26, 2004 04:03 PM
"Though many think of you as a bit young, even childish, you're actually incredibly deep and complex. You show people the need to rethink their assumptions, and confront them on everything from how they think to where they build their houses. You might be one of the greatest people of all time. You'd be recognized as such if you weren't always talking about talking rabbits."
You're Watership Down!
by Richard Adams
None of the thousands of rabbits I shot in my previous life as a young rural person ever talked. My brother and I went through 'the good marksman'/'bad marksman' routine, but none of them ever talked.
The farm pigeons? Well, they were another kettle of fish entirely. They stooled as soon as they caught sight of us.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 27, 2004 09:13 PM
Where should I build my house?
Where shouldn't I build my house?
Should I build a house?
- rabbit.
btw Mr S - if you were to be a film I think you might be Raiders of the Lost Ark...
(I was just reading at Fragments at Floyd about the so called 'Ararat Anomaly')
http://www.fragmentsfromfloyd.com/archives/001927.html
Posted by boynton b boynton at February 27, 2004 09:50 PM
'Tis the origin of the town's name. (But of course you knew that.) According to the town historian (from the family that published the "Ararat Advertiser" ... for once an honest description of newspapers) the early explorer (from memory I think Major Mitchell) and his crew took a moment to consult the Melways, to knock up a batch of scones and to observe - "like the Ark, we rested".
Then again it could have been that whilst taking five in the inverted lotus position he saw the sign on the now defunct "Tarara Roadhouse" and thought "bugger me, that sounds like a good name for a town from which young Sedgwick will go forth and multiply".
To think Ararat may have been only a heart rendering hare's breath away from being called "Esuohdaor"!
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 08:52 AM
Yes, I did know the origins of Eusohdoar, by colonial raiders of the lost names. I was just wondering if you were the so-called "Anomaly"?
btw "hare's breath"...talking rabbits again ;)
Posted by boynton b boynton at February 28, 2004 09:57 AM
No I use my own name. Never been known to use an anomaly ... well, not deceptively.
The hare of which I spoke, or with whom I dialogued, (a new and more corrupt form of verballing) was the one adopted by our dog. Much prone to biting one.
Posted by Sedgwick at February 28, 2004 11:45 AM
better gardens
The wonderful Path To Freedom "Our objective is to live harmoniously and sustainably as possible in the midst of the city" has a before and after photo gallery of the house and garden (via Vegan Blog)
Practicing stewardship of the land has turned our small property into a haven for many "wild" animals. There are a variety of birds feasting on the multitude of bugs and seeds, butterflies and bees that busily pollinate our plants, and a family of squirrels. We get night visits from possums and even a cute little skunk has taken up residence under a neighbor's house.
As I walk along the streets of this definitively fifties middle suburb - that is rather comforting and charming in its clean-shaven lawn-driven ecologicallly-challenged way, I notice one house that is quite different. There is no lawn but the garden is full of carefully landscaped native plants. Not the free-for-all banksia bonanza and horticutural sins of the seventies, but obviously thought out and well balanced and maintained. Quite striking and quietly inspiring. Especially after the rain.
I tried creating a garden at this local site Flora for Fauna but may have to modify my vast selection of plants. And also acquire a selection on which to put these virtual ideas into practice.
Interesting to read on the Keeping your native plants healthy fact sheet that Iron deficiency is a very common disorder in native plants... As the iron defficient women used to say on that Ad for eating Meat ...I thought it was probably just the weather
Practicing stewardship of the land has turned our small property into a haven for many "wild" animals. There are a variety of birds feasting on the multitude of bugs and seeds, butterflies and bees that busily pollinate our plants, and a family of squirrels. We get night visits from possums and even a cute little skunk has taken up residence under a neighbor's house.
As I walk along the streets of this definitively fifties middle suburb - that is rather comforting and charming in its clean-shaven lawn-driven ecologicallly-challenged way, I notice one house that is quite different. There is no lawn but the garden is full of carefully landscaped native plants. Not the free-for-all banksia bonanza and horticutural sins of the seventies, but obviously thought out and well balanced and maintained. Quite striking and quietly inspiring. Especially after the rain.
I tried creating a garden at this local site Flora for Fauna but may have to modify my vast selection of plants. And also acquire a selection on which to put these virtual ideas into practice.
Interesting to read on the Keeping your native plants healthy fact sheet that Iron deficiency is a very common disorder in native plants... As the iron defficient women used to say on that Ad for eating Meat ...I thought it was probably just the weather
Monday, February 23, 2004
mini golf
Mini Golf Stratford Upon Avon
from a photo gallery at Miniature Golfer via things
See also the Old putting and miniature golf postcards
Bispham UK 1960's
Amigoland, South Carolina
Comments: mini golf
So, where are the really good mini-golf courses? I always liked the one on Hamilton Island, but mostly because you could then infer you had been to Hamilton Island. The courses seem renowned for making outrageous claims about the brilliance - for example the one in Mulwala, NSW which claims to be the "best in Australia". I doubt - although it might be the best in Mulwala, at a pinch. There is a good collection of courses at Dingley in the south-east.
Posted by phlip at February 23, 2004 04:35 PM
well I used to love the one at Phillip Island - err - Philip. It was next to the Continental and had a retro feel even then. I used to prefer playing mini-golf to going to the (surf) beach - which is obviously a very uncool confession.
It's probably been bulldozed or updated now, alas.
I have played at Dingley 88 H7 with my nephews.
Quite good. (This was the first time I played since I was a child at Cowes I hasten to add)
There's also one at Chirnside Park I believe, which I must call into one day on the way home from a bit of grape grazing maybe ;)
Posted by boynton at February 23, 2004 06:39 PM
I have played the Stratford Upon Avon course a few times and I agree, it is a great course.
But there's another in the UK which is equally as good - on the South Coast, in Hastings. An Adventure Golf course set in beautifully landscaped White Rock Gardens.
Families are welcome and staff are friendly. The course also plays host to regular minigolf tournaments which are organised by The British Minigolf Association.
Go and try it!!
Posted by The Stance at September 8, 2004 06:11 AM
from a photo gallery at Miniature Golfer via things
See also the Old putting and miniature golf postcards
Bispham UK 1960's
Amigoland, South Carolina
Comments: mini golf
So, where are the really good mini-golf courses? I always liked the one on Hamilton Island, but mostly because you could then infer you had been to Hamilton Island. The courses seem renowned for making outrageous claims about the brilliance - for example the one in Mulwala, NSW which claims to be the "best in Australia". I doubt - although it might be the best in Mulwala, at a pinch. There is a good collection of courses at Dingley in the south-east.
Posted by phlip at February 23, 2004 04:35 PM
well I used to love the one at Phillip Island - err - Philip. It was next to the Continental and had a retro feel even then. I used to prefer playing mini-golf to going to the (surf) beach - which is obviously a very uncool confession.
It's probably been bulldozed or updated now, alas.
I have played at Dingley 88 H7 with my nephews.
Quite good. (This was the first time I played since I was a child at Cowes I hasten to add)
There's also one at Chirnside Park I believe, which I must call into one day on the way home from a bit of grape grazing maybe ;)
Posted by boynton at February 23, 2004 06:39 PM
I have played the Stratford Upon Avon course a few times and I agree, it is a great course.
But there's another in the UK which is equally as good - on the South Coast, in Hastings. An Adventure Golf course set in beautifully landscaped White Rock Gardens.
Families are welcome and staff are friendly. The course also plays host to regular minigolf tournaments which are organised by The British Minigolf Association.
Go and try it!!
Posted by The Stance at September 8, 2004 06:11 AM
Sunday, February 22, 2004
time for tea
As discussed in a comment to Helen on previous post, Dr Phillip E. Muskett was not too taken with tea.
...when taken in excess it causes severe functional derangement of the digestive organs, and prejudicially affects the nervous system. The gentler sex are greatly given to extravagant tea-drinking, exceeding all bounds of moderation in this respect. Many of them, moreover, live absolutely on nothing else but tea and bread and butter. What wonder, then, that they grow pale and bloodless; that their muscles turn soft and flabby; that their nervous system becomes shattered; and that they suffer the agonies of indigestion? Chapter VI
The Bramah Museum's Procedure For Making Tea (via Plep)
Tea Bag Pyramid (via Oink)
...when taken in excess it causes severe functional derangement of the digestive organs, and prejudicially affects the nervous system. The gentler sex are greatly given to extravagant tea-drinking, exceeding all bounds of moderation in this respect. Many of them, moreover, live absolutely on nothing else but tea and bread and butter. What wonder, then, that they grow pale and bloodless; that their muscles turn soft and flabby; that their nervous system becomes shattered; and that they suffer the agonies of indigestion? Chapter VI
The Bramah Museum's Procedure For Making Tea (via Plep)
Tea Bag Pyramid (via Oink)
Saturday, February 21, 2004
enchanting salads
Reading Blainey I came across a reference to Dr Philip E Muskett, surgeon superintendant in Sydney, "the evangelist for healthy food' who advocated salads, wine, tea-lessness and walking. The name rang a bell and I recalled seeing his The Art of Living in Australia of 1909 among the treasures at Harvest Fields (via J Walk)
See Chapter XI On Salads; Salad Plants and Herbs; And Salad Making
The late gifted George Dallas did not go too far when he asserted that a salad was not merely food, but that it had also an exhilarating effect and a distinct action upon the nervous system, which was immensely agreeable and acted like a spell.
As well as enchanting, proper regard for salads might raise the consciousness:
...I must disclaim any desire to pose as a "faddist."... Instead, therefore... I shall content myself with a few remarks on the art of living. By far the greater number of people pay too little attention to the present, and imperil their happiness with the hope that at some future period, when they will have put a little together, they will be enabled to thoroughly lay themselves out for enjoyment. But in the vast majority of cases these halcyon days never arrive, or, if they do, it is more than probable the health is undermined by the neglect of those very matters which should form part and parcel of one's daily existence. It is the exact parallel to a man hurrying through many fields and parks and gardens for the purpose of enjoying, from some high eminence, the scene through which he has passed. In his desperate haste to attain his object he disregards all that is beautiful and interesting, only to find that his travelling is nearly over, and that his steps cannot be retraced. On the other hand, a far more philosophic frame of mind belongs to him who, as he proceeds onwards through life's journey, gets a rational enjoyment out of his existence, so that his days pass pleasantly and his health receives the consideration it deserves. It will appear somewhat mundane in this connection to assert that the latter and, therefore, happiness are to a great extent dependent upon the mode of living, but nevertheless it is absolutely true, and thus it is that I come back to the quotation at the beginning of this chapter-- "A salad is a delicacy which the poorest of us ought always to command
Just off for a saunter up to Coles to acquire a lettuce and a bottle of wine. That should kill 1 km off my daily 10 km walking requirement in these vegetative tealess non-salad days.
Comments: enchanting salads
Absolutely! But I have to disagree with the tealess aspect. Tea, it has recently been pointed out, contains antioxidants. How else do you explain all these octogenarians who grew up in the 20s onwards, with all the crap they ate -- dripping, puddings, meat with everything?
Posted by Helen at February 21, 2004 08:12 PM
Yes I agree and I lament my recent tea-lessness, given the undoubted health benefits.
Strangely Dr. M had it in for tea though,and it does seem to be the only flaw in his otherwise quite modern outlook on nutrition.
"The gentler sex are greatly given to extravagant tea-drinking, exceeding all bounds of moderation in this respect."
and -
"Now, if there is anything of which I am certain, it is that tea in the middle of the day, say from ten o'clock to three, is a deadly destructive fluid"
That gives me six minutes to make a quick brew - a six minute swill. ;)
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 09:53 AM
It's an old Greek insight that has been forgotten.
'Happiness depends upon the mode of living.'
However, many are re-discoverering it.
The big seachange thing is a rejection of the market mode of life:
---its too stressful;
----playing hard as a way to unwind from working hard is not very fulfilling;
--acquiring lots of material goods does not equal happiness.
Then again, it all depends on what we mean by happiness.
The old Greek insight that it is a flourishing life has been lost as happiness now means the satisfactions of one's desires--'maximising ones utility' as the economists put it.
And away we go again
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at February 22, 2004 08:34 PM
Just saw 'Compass' on "down-sizing" which profiled four examples of people who have tried to resist that market mode. Was rather uplifting.
I've never had much to downsize, but I did enjoy the moment tonight walking the dogs through the park. The colours were incredibly sharp.
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 11:21 PM
See Chapter XI On Salads; Salad Plants and Herbs; And Salad Making
The late gifted George Dallas did not go too far when he asserted that a salad was not merely food, but that it had also an exhilarating effect and a distinct action upon the nervous system, which was immensely agreeable and acted like a spell.
As well as enchanting, proper regard for salads might raise the consciousness:
...I must disclaim any desire to pose as a "faddist."... Instead, therefore... I shall content myself with a few remarks on the art of living. By far the greater number of people pay too little attention to the present, and imperil their happiness with the hope that at some future period, when they will have put a little together, they will be enabled to thoroughly lay themselves out for enjoyment. But in the vast majority of cases these halcyon days never arrive, or, if they do, it is more than probable the health is undermined by the neglect of those very matters which should form part and parcel of one's daily existence. It is the exact parallel to a man hurrying through many fields and parks and gardens for the purpose of enjoying, from some high eminence, the scene through which he has passed. In his desperate haste to attain his object he disregards all that is beautiful and interesting, only to find that his travelling is nearly over, and that his steps cannot be retraced. On the other hand, a far more philosophic frame of mind belongs to him who, as he proceeds onwards through life's journey, gets a rational enjoyment out of his existence, so that his days pass pleasantly and his health receives the consideration it deserves. It will appear somewhat mundane in this connection to assert that the latter and, therefore, happiness are to a great extent dependent upon the mode of living, but nevertheless it is absolutely true, and thus it is that I come back to the quotation at the beginning of this chapter-- "A salad is a delicacy which the poorest of us ought always to command
Just off for a saunter up to Coles to acquire a lettuce and a bottle of wine. That should kill 1 km off my daily 10 km walking requirement in these vegetative tealess non-salad days.
Comments: enchanting salads
Absolutely! But I have to disagree with the tealess aspect. Tea, it has recently been pointed out, contains antioxidants. How else do you explain all these octogenarians who grew up in the 20s onwards, with all the crap they ate -- dripping, puddings, meat with everything?
Posted by Helen at February 21, 2004 08:12 PM
Yes I agree and I lament my recent tea-lessness, given the undoubted health benefits.
Strangely Dr. M had it in for tea though,and it does seem to be the only flaw in his otherwise quite modern outlook on nutrition.
"The gentler sex are greatly given to extravagant tea-drinking, exceeding all bounds of moderation in this respect."
and -
"Now, if there is anything of which I am certain, it is that tea in the middle of the day, say from ten o'clock to three, is a deadly destructive fluid"
That gives me six minutes to make a quick brew - a six minute swill. ;)
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 09:53 AM
It's an old Greek insight that has been forgotten.
'Happiness depends upon the mode of living.'
However, many are re-discoverering it.
The big seachange thing is a rejection of the market mode of life:
---its too stressful;
----playing hard as a way to unwind from working hard is not very fulfilling;
--acquiring lots of material goods does not equal happiness.
Then again, it all depends on what we mean by happiness.
The old Greek insight that it is a flourishing life has been lost as happiness now means the satisfactions of one's desires--'maximising ones utility' as the economists put it.
And away we go again
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at February 22, 2004 08:34 PM
Just saw 'Compass' on "down-sizing" which profiled four examples of people who have tried to resist that market mode. Was rather uplifting.
I've never had much to downsize, but I did enjoy the moment tonight walking the dogs through the park. The colours were incredibly sharp.
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 11:21 PM
Friday, February 20, 2004
mother goose
Friday night's dream, on Saturday told,
Is sure to come true, be it never so old.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
The Real Mother Goose is one of the larger collections of rhymes for children. It has wonderful pen and watercolor illustrations by Blanche Fisher Wright. This book was originaly published in 1916. Here is a complete transcription both in HTML and plain text formats.
(via Grendel's Cave)
Is sure to come true, be it never so old.
If wishes were horses, beggars would ride.
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side.
The Real Mother Goose is one of the larger collections of rhymes for children. It has wonderful pen and watercolor illustrations by Blanche Fisher Wright. This book was originaly published in 1916. Here is a complete transcription both in HTML and plain text formats.
(via Grendel's Cave)
mie sounz
before I got distracted by turnips, I had been thinking of an old copy of Mother Goose that I once had, now lost, When Wee Wer Very Yun. It was written in a foreign tongue - the first written alphabet that I learnt. For I was the one of the small number of English speakers who learned to read in ITA - Initial Teaching Alphabet. In fact I probably learnt from this book
mie i.t.a. card ov pictuerz and sounz
From a Gallery of Photos at the I.T.A. Association
Educashunal lunacie or wizdom? BBC News
Comments: mie sounz
What was it like learning the regular alphabet after learning this one? It looks scary, but that's an adult's eyes, I suppose children learn new alphabets easily.
Posted by notes2004 at February 22, 2004 05:47 PM
can't really remember - but apparently 'ie' made the transition relatively easily.
My mother - as an observer - always believed that it was the less able kids who found it really difficult, and strugggled more because of it.
I only remember my older siblings and grandparents not being able to help me with my 'reading' - and seeing the BBC story it seems this might have been a major factor in its decline. Not so trivial really.
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 07:04 PM
mie i.t.a. card ov pictuerz and sounz
From a Gallery of Photos at the I.T.A. Association
Educashunal lunacie or wizdom? BBC News
Comments: mie sounz
What was it like learning the regular alphabet after learning this one? It looks scary, but that's an adult's eyes, I suppose children learn new alphabets easily.
Posted by notes2004 at February 22, 2004 05:47 PM
can't really remember - but apparently 'ie' made the transition relatively easily.
My mother - as an observer - always believed that it was the less able kids who found it really difficult, and strugggled more because of it.
I only remember my older siblings and grandparents not being able to help me with my 'reading' - and seeing the BBC story it seems this might have been a major factor in its decline. Not so trivial really.
Posted by boynton at February 22, 2004 07:04 PM
turnip
If turnips were watches, I would wear one by my side...
"It was never pretty. One watch industry old-timer remembers that people used to call it a "turnip," watch-business slang for a timepiece that's big and awkward"
The #1 watch of the 20th century
another turnip watch
turnips
Comments: turnip
... and then there's that highwayman Dick Turnip (a Swede by birth I believe) whose speciality was to stand and deliver unwary glasses off, hair let down librarians on their way home from work. Hence the old saying "a Turnip for the books".
(Runs away quickly and hides in a ditch to avoid severe corporal punnishment)
Posted by Sedgwick at February 21, 2004 07:59 AM
well if ever I should mispell my Turpin as Turnip it's because of the dyslexic way I woz taught.
(attempted swedish segue there of the loose threads)
Posted by boynton at February 21, 2004 04:07 PM
For that, Sedge should be smacked with a switch.
Posted by David Tiley at February 23, 2004 02:20 PM
"It was never pretty. One watch industry old-timer remembers that people used to call it a "turnip," watch-business slang for a timepiece that's big and awkward"
The #1 watch of the 20th century
another turnip watch
turnips
Comments: turnip
... and then there's that highwayman Dick Turnip (a Swede by birth I believe) whose speciality was to stand and deliver unwary glasses off, hair let down librarians on their way home from work. Hence the old saying "a Turnip for the books".
(Runs away quickly and hides in a ditch to avoid severe corporal punnishment)
Posted by Sedgwick at February 21, 2004 07:59 AM
well if ever I should mispell my Turpin as Turnip it's because of the dyslexic way I woz taught.
(attempted swedish segue there of the loose threads)
Posted by boynton at February 21, 2004 04:07 PM
For that, Sedge should be smacked with a switch.
Posted by David Tiley at February 23, 2004 02:20 PM
Thursday, February 19, 2004
alum falls
Alum Falls Ohio- An Orginal Comic about Growing up in Fifties (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)
As the fictional character John Snavely explains in A Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man:
Why would an otherwise sane adult put his entire life into a comic strip on the Web? Not only is it incredibly egotistical, but it's damn time-consuming too. A few months in 1959 has taken me a couple of years. At this rate in 20 years I'll get as far as 1964!
Let's say that I, John Snavely, have developed that sense of autonomy and seem to be able to exercise it only by rendering a life, mine, in the form of a Web comic strip
As PCJM warned, I lost track of time as I read through some of the detailed sequences. I'll try to stagger the chapters of the absorbing There Goes My Baby over a few days.
The memorium for author Damon Rarey was very moving to read.
Comments: alum falls
Thanks for posting this. It's so wonderful.
Posted by Curtis at February 24, 2004 01:50 PM
it is great, isn't it.
Needs time to savour.
Posted by boynton at February 24, 2004 03:54 PM
As the fictional character John Snavely explains in A Portrait of the Artist as an Old Man:
Why would an otherwise sane adult put his entire life into a comic strip on the Web? Not only is it incredibly egotistical, but it's damn time-consuming too. A few months in 1959 has taken me a couple of years. At this rate in 20 years I'll get as far as 1964!
Let's say that I, John Snavely, have developed that sense of autonomy and seem to be able to exercise it only by rendering a life, mine, in the form of a Web comic strip
As PCJM warned, I lost track of time as I read through some of the detailed sequences. I'll try to stagger the chapters of the absorbing There Goes My Baby over a few days.
The memorium for author Damon Rarey was very moving to read.
Comments: alum falls
Thanks for posting this. It's so wonderful.
Posted by Curtis at February 24, 2004 01:50 PM
it is great, isn't it.
Needs time to savour.
Posted by boynton at February 24, 2004 03:54 PM
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