umbrellas

 

old news

via Genevieve

NLA Australian Newspapers beta Historic Australian Newspapers, 1803 to 1954

Yesterday I immersed myself in The Argus, September 1945, but only scratched the surface.

Raw POW accounts, missing airmen and ads for tennis racket restrings
Civilians who died in the first days of Peace and the scarcity of lemons
Flat or House required by quiet Protestant
atomsite


(I'd need days, weeks, with this wonderful resource- and that's just the Argus)
 

miss beanie

Inspired by many others, I tried to create a manga avatar a few times, but it wasn't until I spied a beanie (on the ♂ menu) that I managed it. So it's a bit mix-and-match but there you go.



This is my preferred headwear in a Melbourne winter, although it could be tartan. Also, add about 25 years of course.
 

an update - non-shopped from the ♀ menu, but alas, still with head-wear in lieu of comprehensive fringe options. (Although it is around this time of the year that I swap my purple beanie for purple TAC cap when walking canines, that much is true.)
 

post modern

These cakes remind me of this tattoo


Cake Wrecks via Making Light
 

whiff

boynton has fielded many queries today re table tennis or


whiff




whaff


See also ping pong


thanks Boris*
"Ping pong was invented on the dining tables of England and it was called whiff whaff".

soft drink

Dispensing Machine




  
Country Cordial Manufacturers' Conference

  
slightly less cordial
 

informal

Informal portrait
 

dog chair

Dog Chair via grow-a-brain

Horse table via bifurcated rivets
 

art v sport

on the way to pub trivia
which is neither sport nor art
we heard dweeb on sportsradio attacking cricket critic
on article on art and sport,
the mindlessness of sport
(and abstract ballet)
the transcendence of art.
Dweeb took issue with this because
melbourne is the only place where you go to the football
and then the (classical) ballet

when really we all know
this is one of those issues that could be settled
by a debate between say macrob girls and xavier.
 

every child

Every child drew a banana in their pastel book with Reeves pastels.

The School Paper . . . for Grades V And V1 (1917)
Selected articles from the Burwood Bulletin No. 108 (Autumn 2008)
 

equestrian qotd

Re:Who is idiot Equestrian Commentator?

Who cares? It's horses jumping over mushrooms, dragons, cottages and bridges.

Well, I did enjoy watching the 3 day event. That is, watching the moments that swimming-centric ch. seven let us see between swimming heats
And I enjoyed Simon Marshall's commentary. (Though ideally he'd share the gig with Lucinda Green, for the yin and yang equestrian commentating dream team.)
 

pageantry

"Television is the major player ushering in the pageantry," says Kevin Wamsley, an Olympics historian with the University of Western Ontario. "It became part of the entertainment package that is the Olympic Games"...
Most include a retelling of the host nation's founding myths -- often in a hilariously fragmented and abstract form. When a large birdlike contraption ran across the stadium during the Atlanta Opening Ceremonies in 1996, NBC's on-air hosts blurted out: "My best guess is that this is about the Civil War" salon

I'm of the school that thinks low-tech might be the new black in future olympics pageantry.

Sir,
Would it be to much to suggest a return from the mind-boggling hypocrisy, propaganda, and panoply of the opening ceremony to the simplicity of the athletes' entry, the local and olympic anthems, a speech by the OC president, and, the most symbolic action, the lighting of the olympic flame? Times online

It would take something as simple as a ron clarke running around the arena and up the stairs to match the mega extravaganza of recent flame lighting. imho.


see also: recent search request
 

fido friday 5

AGB reminded me: Boynton's dog got "smiled at" by a rotty*.

I saw the rotty the other day actually, 3 years on, in situ, same old park, same old man walking her, his kindly-gentleman appearance belying the fact of his being in possession of a dangerous canine weapon, the dog itself impersonating a more benevolent labrador from a distance. The only give away is the lack of an otter tail, the lack of a tail at all.
When Bronte got biten by rooti on hunches, I'd almost led her into the jaws of faux-labarador myself, not dissuading her as both dogs advanced across the oval. Next thing there was the sound of dog fight, which for certain reasons I was determined to hear as a mere skirmish and not a serious biting which could have been fatal, according to the vet. The certain reasons involved Flo, of course, whose inclination to nip white dogs (not bite, if there are degrees of these things) was sometimes greeted with great alarm. This was a rather lax attitude on my part, I concede, harking back to some imaginary golden age when dogs had minor spats and skirmishes in public and people moved on. I concede belatedly that there are no degrees in these things*, a nip is as good as a bite, and Flo is never off the lead now - has never been off the lead for years.
So when Bronte got biten on hunches,and the kindly looking old gentleman shouted an enquiry of sorts across the oval, I shrugged and waved in an exaggeration of casual acceptance, in an effort to signal minor skirmishes between dogs are fine; they sort it out...
It was only after he drove away with his rooti (did I wave?) that I noticed the extent of her injuries, which were not at all minor. We limped back home in shock.

* well, who wants to think of a severity spectrum in such moments, or the objective assessment of the severity of biting problems based on the evaluation of the wound pathology




cattle dog in sulky



I'm a great fan of the unsolicited comment from strangers as you walk your dog, daydreaming about horticulture.
Last week as I walked Flo, the unsolicited comment yelled across the street was simply: Ritalin...
 

correct

the correct way to punch a football