It is man's sympathy with all creatures that first makes him truly a man. Until he extends his circle of compassion to all living things, man will not himself find peace."
- Albert Schweitzer ( tribe of heart)
The RSPCA today marked World Animal Day by releasing its national statistics for the 2002 to 2003 financial year.
Commenting on the significance of World Animal Day... Dr Wirth said there had been significant improvements in animal welfare in Australia in recent decades. “Decisions such as the recently announced national ban on cosmetic tail-docking of dogs are evidence of this.”
“On the other hand, we have deplorable situations such as the fate of the sheep on the Cormo Express, still stranded in the Middle East. Although things have improved for animals we still have a long, long way to go, particularly when it comes to conditions to which farm animals are subjected.”
World Farm Animals Day
WAD UK
St Francis e cards
DIY St Franciscan blessing
Saturday, October 04, 2003
Friday, October 03, 2003
related?
Comments: related?
Friedrich Nietzsche had a lot to say on AFL football. "Get ball. Kick goals." Oh wait, that was David Nietzsche.
Posted by Tony.T at October 3, 2003 07:48 PM
"the one goal sometime conceals the point of view of happiness" Neitzy
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 08:11 PM
menswear
Trouser semaphore (via bifurcated rivets)
boynton recalls seeing a nice men swear shopfront image somwehere on the web earlier this year but couldn't retrieve it. Google images suggested this which also looks like some sort of signed choreography.
always good to re-visit the Dorcus Menswear Collection
Cultural Ties at Giornale Nuovo.
Comments: menswear
Trouser semaphore or Masonic code?
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 03:12 PM
hope Fletcher Jones isn't insulted and takes it in his stride ;)
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 03:15 PM
boynton recalls seeing a nice men swear shopfront image somwehere on the web earlier this year but couldn't retrieve it. Google images suggested this which also looks like some sort of signed choreography.
always good to re-visit the Dorcus Menswear Collection
Cultural Ties at Giornale Nuovo.
Comments: menswear
Trouser semaphore or Masonic code?
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 03:12 PM
hope Fletcher Jones isn't insulted and takes it in his stride ;)
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 03:15 PM
Thursday, October 02, 2003
random nietzsche
explore the existentialism of randomness...the new works of Friedrich Nietzsche (via bluejoh)
Comments: random nietzsche
According to Random Nietzsche, my satirical ambitions are void:
(1) "Comedians still think to go fishing and need no facts".
A challenge for Oscar Wilde:
(2) "Comedians will never be able to think of the epigram on the death of a feeling".
He also offers a commentary on the Brisbane Lions' perceived arrogance (Aka's tumble):
(3) "Error has transformed enjoyment of the other's humiliation".
He reflects on a fundamental question:
(4) "The mistake of god's is life".
Finally, he offers some advice to wannabe word crafters:
(5) "Interpretations defile poets".
(Of them - Les Murray - or by them - Ern Malley?)
Posted by Jim at October 2, 2003 12:04 PM
Random Nietzsche could get a gig calling the football:
"the one goal has transformed the firmament"
also found one for poor old bitterytwisted Miss B:
"…friendship with a man will be shown to think of many a dreadful night…"
Posted by boynton at October 2, 2003 12:21 PM
I like the fact that he's "constructed a polemic" on fishing and football. (Who would have thought Nietzsche and Rex Hunt would have had ANYTHING in common?)
I'd love to see a collection of Random Bush's recent work.
Actually, I think I already have.
Posted by Jim at October 2, 2003 12:27 PM
It's tough being wise...
"...whoever is a teacher through and through has endured wisdom..."
Posted by Tony.T at October 3, 2003 01:43 AM
"...whoever is a teacher through and through would have remained error..."
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 11:50 AM
uh oh - I hope you two aren't going to start up a "whingeing teachers" thread a la Troppo. (On the other hand it would be novel to score 76 comments.)
in the meantime:
http://www.shillpages.com/movies/carryonteacher1959dvd.gif
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 01:34 PM
Ye Gods
Poor Nietzche. He stood for more than flux.
He doesn't deserve that fate in a world of soundbites.
It's gobbledegook.
You should all hang your heads in shame, especially the teacher fellow.
Poor philosophy. It appears as junk.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 3, 2003 02:46 PM
Gary - I think it was existentialist theologian Paul Tillich who once said something like: I don't think much of a god who is so fragile that he needs defending from criticism. (alas the book is elsewhere so I can't get exact quote)
I think any god or philospher worth their salt can easily withstand a playful bit of flux and random gobbledygook.
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 02:57 PM
MY FRIENDS, there hath arisen a satire on your friend: "Behold Zarathustra! Walketh he not amongst us as if amongst animals?"
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 03:03 PM
Croc Hunter: Not just after a few beers. My whole imagination is soundbitten, THE WHOLE TIME.
Vagabound: Have you got a beer?
Croc Hunter: The trouble with TV is all you see is soundbites. Take that Munro bloke, crapping on about killer diets and wrinkle cream. Too many sparkles, not enough cake.
Vagabound: Sparkles.
Posted by Jim at October 3, 2003 03:23 PM
Yes Croc- Munro should start investigating cream for sound bites instead. They can get awful itchy (ietzche)
This generator also attracted some criticism over at bluejoh - for being a (lesser) rip-off of (that old meme) the Kant generator.
http://bert.debruijn.be/kgp/
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 03:48 PM
Nietzche also said....
"...whoever is a teacher through and through would have many holidays..."
I like teaching.
Posted by Tony.T at October 3, 2003 07:45 PM
And what if you live an eternal recurrence of the self same as a playful bit of flux and random gobbledegook?
If that's all there was.
Apart from the odd fleeting moment of difference of drugs, sport and random violence.
Would ypou have the courage to live such a life. Live it without flinching, knowing that the poisons were killing you.
Would you then dance like a death star.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 5, 2003 11:32 PM
I just fetched up this little gem from the random gobbledegook:
"... everybody flatters lies ..."
It makes me wonder if random Nietzsche has been reading The Australian lately.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at October 8, 2003 05:29 PM
Comments: random nietzsche
According to Random Nietzsche, my satirical ambitions are void:
(1) "Comedians still think to go fishing and need no facts".
A challenge for Oscar Wilde:
(2) "Comedians will never be able to think of the epigram on the death of a feeling".
He also offers a commentary on the Brisbane Lions' perceived arrogance (Aka's tumble):
(3) "Error has transformed enjoyment of the other's humiliation".
He reflects on a fundamental question:
(4) "The mistake of god's is life".
Finally, he offers some advice to wannabe word crafters:
(5) "Interpretations defile poets".
(Of them - Les Murray - or by them - Ern Malley?)
Posted by Jim at October 2, 2003 12:04 PM
Random Nietzsche could get a gig calling the football:
"the one goal has transformed the firmament"
also found one for poor old bitterytwisted Miss B:
"…friendship with a man will be shown to think of many a dreadful night…"
Posted by boynton at October 2, 2003 12:21 PM
I like the fact that he's "constructed a polemic" on fishing and football. (Who would have thought Nietzsche and Rex Hunt would have had ANYTHING in common?)
I'd love to see a collection of Random Bush's recent work.
Actually, I think I already have.
Posted by Jim at October 2, 2003 12:27 PM
It's tough being wise...
"...whoever is a teacher through and through has endured wisdom..."
Posted by Tony.T at October 3, 2003 01:43 AM
"...whoever is a teacher through and through would have remained error..."
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 11:50 AM
uh oh - I hope you two aren't going to start up a "whingeing teachers" thread a la Troppo. (On the other hand it would be novel to score 76 comments.)
in the meantime:
http://www.shillpages.com/movies/carryonteacher1959dvd.gif
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 01:34 PM
Ye Gods
Poor Nietzche. He stood for more than flux.
He doesn't deserve that fate in a world of soundbites.
It's gobbledegook.
You should all hang your heads in shame, especially the teacher fellow.
Poor philosophy. It appears as junk.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 3, 2003 02:46 PM
Gary - I think it was existentialist theologian Paul Tillich who once said something like: I don't think much of a god who is so fragile that he needs defending from criticism. (alas the book is elsewhere so I can't get exact quote)
I think any god or philospher worth their salt can easily withstand a playful bit of flux and random gobbledygook.
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 02:57 PM
MY FRIENDS, there hath arisen a satire on your friend: "Behold Zarathustra! Walketh he not amongst us as if amongst animals?"
Posted by Nora at October 3, 2003 03:03 PM
Croc Hunter: Not just after a few beers. My whole imagination is soundbitten, THE WHOLE TIME.
Vagabound: Have you got a beer?
Croc Hunter: The trouble with TV is all you see is soundbites. Take that Munro bloke, crapping on about killer diets and wrinkle cream. Too many sparkles, not enough cake.
Vagabound: Sparkles.
Posted by Jim at October 3, 2003 03:23 PM
Yes Croc- Munro should start investigating cream for sound bites instead. They can get awful itchy (ietzche)
This generator also attracted some criticism over at bluejoh - for being a (lesser) rip-off of (that old meme) the Kant generator.
http://bert.debruijn.be/kgp/
Posted by boynton at October 3, 2003 03:48 PM
Nietzche also said....
"...whoever is a teacher through and through would have many holidays..."
I like teaching.
Posted by Tony.T at October 3, 2003 07:45 PM
And what if you live an eternal recurrence of the self same as a playful bit of flux and random gobbledegook?
If that's all there was.
Apart from the odd fleeting moment of difference of drugs, sport and random violence.
Would ypou have the courage to live such a life. Live it without flinching, knowing that the poisons were killing you.
Would you then dance like a death star.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 5, 2003 11:32 PM
I just fetched up this little gem from the random gobbledegook:
"... everybody flatters lies ..."
It makes me wonder if random Nietzsche has been reading The Australian lately.
Posted by Gummo Trotsky at October 8, 2003 05:29 PM
askings
What is the word for the phenomenon of people having jobs that are related to their name i.e., Mr Payne the anaesthetist, Mrs Proudfoot the chiropodist, and Mr Toby Litt the writer. (10 Sep 02) .
This is one of the Questions with answers on writer Toby Litt's Askings page of his site. ( via things)
Fresh from pub trivia, boynton was interested in this personal or cottage Q&A. It's one of those things about radio - that any question posed however casually on the airwaves will quickly score answers - the board lights up - as they say. Perhaps Google functions in this way - a genie for the dynamic miscellany of half-remembered facts or even half-formed ideas. She likes the idea of a blog (as opposed to a specialist forum) posting questions into the blogosphere like a message in a bottle - someone somwhere sometime might chance upon a question or a related thread.
boynton noticed one of the Unanswered questions
During a discussion with writer Pauline Melville the question came up of who was a. the ugliest writer ever and b. the best looking. For a. she suggested George Eliot (harsh). For b. Byron (I disagree - sexy he may have been). Any better suggestions? (2 Oct 2)
having recently read a related discussion... "that there is no such thing as a good-looking male author." on Cup of Chicha
This is one of the Questions with answers on writer Toby Litt's Askings page of his site. ( via things)
Fresh from pub trivia, boynton was interested in this personal or cottage Q&A. It's one of those things about radio - that any question posed however casually on the airwaves will quickly score answers - the board lights up - as they say. Perhaps Google functions in this way - a genie for the dynamic miscellany of half-remembered facts or even half-formed ideas. She likes the idea of a blog (as opposed to a specialist forum) posting questions into the blogosphere like a message in a bottle - someone somwhere sometime might chance upon a question or a related thread.
boynton noticed one of the Unanswered questions
During a discussion with writer Pauline Melville the question came up of who was a. the ugliest writer ever and b. the best looking. For a. she suggested George Eliot (harsh). For b. Byron (I disagree - sexy he may have been). Any better suggestions? (2 Oct 2)
having recently read a related discussion... "that there is no such thing as a good-looking male author." on Cup of Chicha
pianola
Have you considered the Pianola Question in relation to your summer cottage?
Pianola advertisements (via Fiendish is the word)
Pistonola The Player Piano of the future
Comments: pianola
too busy painting to protect the place from sea salt.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 5, 2003 11:35 PM
I suspect sea salt would not be the ideal atmosphere for a pianola, Gary? It might warp the soiree somewhat.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:26 PM
Pianola advertisements (via Fiendish is the word)
Pistonola The Player Piano of the future
Comments: pianola
too busy painting to protect the place from sea salt.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at October 5, 2003 11:35 PM
I suspect sea salt would not be the ideal atmosphere for a pianola, Gary? It might warp the soiree somewhat.
Posted by boynton at October 7, 2003 12:26 PM
Wednesday, October 01, 2003
hues
Kind of thinking hair colour again, boynton wonders if she could find a local salon where they talk Elizabethan. It would be good to choose Lustie-gallant, Blecche or even - if she was feeling adventurous - Puke from the colour chart. On the other hand, maybe in the retro belt of smith street there may be a place conversant with Victorian colours. Then we could go for the bismark, the dust of ruins, London mud or perhaps the prune de monsieur...
(via Incoming signals)
Not that contemporary nomenclature is any less evocative, but then if Clairol has 50 names for blonde, guess they have to start getting a bit dumb...
Notice the blondes in this chart are sultry, reckless and brazen . Reckless sand is one thing, but don't know if we'd be quite up for the steamy cappuccino not to mention the blazing cranberry...
of course sometimes a nice sand can turn to blecche or even puke as this article testifies.
The key to bouncing back from a bad color experience is to be patient and weigh your recovery options carefully....
6. Get out of the house
Avoid the temptation to let your bad hair color experience prevent you from enjoying your life. Don't pass up a special social event just because your hair looks less than perfect.
Maybe boynton will just turn to astrology with this advice for Virgos
Consider embracing Special Effect’s Virgin Rose or Cherry Bomb to let your inner kinky side out.
And/or an Earl Grey teabag.
Comments: hues
Get out of the bloody house you brazen cranberry!
Posted by Nora at October 1, 2003 06:05 PM
(via Incoming signals)
Not that contemporary nomenclature is any less evocative, but then if Clairol has 50 names for blonde, guess they have to start getting a bit dumb...
Notice the blondes in this chart are sultry, reckless and brazen . Reckless sand is one thing, but don't know if we'd be quite up for the steamy cappuccino not to mention the blazing cranberry...
of course sometimes a nice sand can turn to blecche or even puke as this article testifies.
The key to bouncing back from a bad color experience is to be patient and weigh your recovery options carefully....
6. Get out of the house
Avoid the temptation to let your bad hair color experience prevent you from enjoying your life. Don't pass up a special social event just because your hair looks less than perfect.
Maybe boynton will just turn to astrology with this advice for Virgos
Consider embracing Special Effect’s Virgin Rose or Cherry Bomb to let your inner kinky side out.
And/or an Earl Grey teabag.
Comments: hues
Get out of the bloody house you brazen cranberry!
Posted by Nora at October 1, 2003 06:05 PM
Tuesday, September 30, 2003
FAQ2859
Where do I find the Any key on my keyboard?
(via Follow Me Here)
Comments: FAQ2859
FA 2859 times a day?
Posted by Nora at September 30, 2003 11:30 AM
Compaq's response is earnest:
'The term "any key" does not refer to a particular key on the keyboard. It simply means to strike any one of the keys on your keyboard or handheld screen.'
Makes me wonder whether more conspicuously silly questions might get through.
1. When I wear my tracksuit pants I tend to generate a lot of static electricity. If I do not remove my tracksuit pants before sitting at the computer, will I eventually have trouble turning it on?
2. I'm going through some difficult personal issues at the moment. My doctor tells me I'm in denial. Should I avoid using the escape key?
3. In a recent conversation with my (withdrawn) son, the issue of megabytes was raised. Will his fondness for the internet and computer games affect his diet and fitness program?
4. I am a novice mac user anxious to know where all the other fruit keys are.
Posted by Jim at September 30, 2003 05:04 PM
Jim - I think you should submit these infrequently asked questions and test the response.
I've been there in dummy land and can almost see myself looking for the Any key. As it is I'm pretty intrigued by the "Wake Up" and "Sleep" keys. I try the former and don't notice a difference.
As you know, the escape key is my fave - and its constant visible presence is reassuring.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 12:08 PM
(via Follow Me Here)
Comments: FAQ2859
FA 2859 times a day?
Posted by Nora at September 30, 2003 11:30 AM
Compaq's response is earnest:
'The term "any key" does not refer to a particular key on the keyboard. It simply means to strike any one of the keys on your keyboard or handheld screen.'
Makes me wonder whether more conspicuously silly questions might get through.
1. When I wear my tracksuit pants I tend to generate a lot of static electricity. If I do not remove my tracksuit pants before sitting at the computer, will I eventually have trouble turning it on?
2. I'm going through some difficult personal issues at the moment. My doctor tells me I'm in denial. Should I avoid using the escape key?
3. In a recent conversation with my (withdrawn) son, the issue of megabytes was raised. Will his fondness for the internet and computer games affect his diet and fitness program?
4. I am a novice mac user anxious to know where all the other fruit keys are.
Posted by Jim at September 30, 2003 05:04 PM
Jim - I think you should submit these infrequently asked questions and test the response.
I've been there in dummy land and can almost see myself looking for the Any key. As it is I'm pretty intrigued by the "Wake Up" and "Sleep" keys. I try the former and don't notice a difference.
As you know, the escape key is my fave - and its constant visible presence is reassuring.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 12:08 PM
23
In the dying moments of the Grand Final on Saturday, as the Loins "devoured the pies" boynton heard some reference to Justin Leppitsch choosing the number 23 jumper after his childhood hero Dermot Brereton. Had Anthony Rocca been playing for Collingwood it is likely the two 23's would have lined up against each other.
David Beckham also chose to play in the 23 shirt for Real Madrid.
This article by Professor Marcus du Sautoy explores the significance of the number.
As a member of Oxford University's Mathematical Institute, and football fanatic, I feel moved to point out that many pundits seem to have missed the true significance of Beckham's choice: 23 is a prime number - the smallest with consecutive digits. Although many have said this in passing, few realise what a profound observation this is
from Plus ...an internet magazine which aims to introduce readers to the beauty and the practical applications of mathematics (via eclectica)
Comments: 23
Shane Warne also wears 23 for the same reason as Leppitsch
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 30, 2003 11:40 AM
That's interesting.
Did Dermie take over the 23 from Don Scott?
(or from the Don, Scott?) ;)
Posted by boynton at September 30, 2003 11:50 AM
And Michael Jordan. All through my footy career I was 23 or 32.
Posted by Tony.T at September 30, 2003 01:37 PM
I'm sure all this discussion will inspire a 23 festival. Or 23 three of them, at least.
Small even numbers ducking and weaving in the foreground. Multiples of seven gathering in raki tents. A lone 70 crying for his multiples. 23 naked men seeking 23 naked pleasures. Ribbons, music and numeracy parades. 2 and 3 patrons, followed by a horse.
Posted by Jim at September 30, 2003 03:31 PM
Get a grip, Jim.
Posted by Tony.T at October 1, 2003 12:13 AM
23 Skidoo.
Posted by Graham at October 1, 2003 01:41 AM
yeah, get a grip, Jim. You're giving away all these great ideas to festival impressarios.
Surely a genuine Melbourne Festival should combine our 'primal' rite (football) - and the possibilities of such a spectacle are endless. (I guess)
Imagine what you could do with the parade of numbers and sequences especially when it got combative. You could have "the Pi's" v ...?...the Dewey's or the Bar Codes... The Pi's of course would wobble.
I think this has legs.
Tony - did you ever alternate the two jumpers in a game? eg when you switched from Full Forward to Full Back?
Graham - yeah, and it was pretty much skidoo for A.Rocca a week ago too.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 12:25 PM
Nope. Only when I did a hand-stand like Aker.
Posted by Tony.T at October 1, 2003 02:46 PM
David Beckham also chose to play in the 23 shirt for Real Madrid.
This article by Professor Marcus du Sautoy explores the significance of the number.
As a member of Oxford University's Mathematical Institute, and football fanatic, I feel moved to point out that many pundits seem to have missed the true significance of Beckham's choice: 23 is a prime number - the smallest with consecutive digits. Although many have said this in passing, few realise what a profound observation this is
from Plus ...an internet magazine which aims to introduce readers to the beauty and the practical applications of mathematics (via eclectica)
Comments: 23
Shane Warne also wears 23 for the same reason as Leppitsch
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 30, 2003 11:40 AM
That's interesting.
Did Dermie take over the 23 from Don Scott?
(or from the Don, Scott?) ;)
Posted by boynton at September 30, 2003 11:50 AM
And Michael Jordan. All through my footy career I was 23 or 32.
Posted by Tony.T at September 30, 2003 01:37 PM
I'm sure all this discussion will inspire a 23 festival. Or 23 three of them, at least.
Small even numbers ducking and weaving in the foreground. Multiples of seven gathering in raki tents. A lone 70 crying for his multiples. 23 naked men seeking 23 naked pleasures. Ribbons, music and numeracy parades. 2 and 3 patrons, followed by a horse.
Posted by Jim at September 30, 2003 03:31 PM
Get a grip, Jim.
Posted by Tony.T at October 1, 2003 12:13 AM
23 Skidoo.
Posted by Graham at October 1, 2003 01:41 AM
yeah, get a grip, Jim. You're giving away all these great ideas to festival impressarios.
Surely a genuine Melbourne Festival should combine our 'primal' rite (football) - and the possibilities of such a spectacle are endless. (I guess)
Imagine what you could do with the parade of numbers and sequences especially when it got combative. You could have "the Pi's" v ...?...the Dewey's or the Bar Codes... The Pi's of course would wobble.
I think this has legs.
Tony - did you ever alternate the two jumpers in a game? eg when you switched from Full Forward to Full Back?
Graham - yeah, and it was pretty much skidoo for A.Rocca a week ago too.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 12:25 PM
Nope. Only when I did a hand-stand like Aker.
Posted by Tony.T at October 1, 2003 02:46 PM
Monday, September 29, 2003
translocation
boynton is currently living roughly 7 k from the hospital where she was born - which doesn't exist anymore in its old form. She grew up a good 30 k away to the east and has spent aeons living a mere 2.something k away - a 20 minute walk.
This optional task calls for boynton to extrapolate and calculate 10 years hence but boynton can't even imagine what such a mathematical formula might look like. And if x = age, then x = y. (That is: x= you are not permitted access to this information) With the slow fitful boomeranging eastward boynton can't tally up the k's to know if she'll be slightly to the east in 10 years or back westerly towards St Andrew's Place. But the former would mean Balwyn or even Greythorn which suggests the maths has seriously broken down somewhere along the map. We must be heading the other way. A quick bit of mental arithmetic calculates that we'll be living...smack bang in the middle of Studley Park. Roughly.
Comments: translocation
So in x years you have surged from 30km to within 2km and back out to 7km (current) of the hospital. Seems like an oscillating process caught presently at an equilibrium point. Look out for infintesimal perturbations which might send you back into a violent series of chaotic hospillations!
A slight shift in the foundations could be all it takes. Check your walls for cracks. Get under the house with a torch and spirit level. There's no time to waste.
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 05:30 PM
OIC. That makes sense. I wish all maths was so lucidly explained.
"Caught presently at an equilibrium point" another great title for a future play/memoir.
I'll get under the house...shortly. Mind the x.
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 06:10 PM
Boynton-
this is completely unrelated to the post. On Sunday as I walked around Albert Part lake I was confronted by the sight of hundreds (well, quite a lot, at any rate) of black Labradors. There seemed to be some kind of black labs gathering going on, all with yellow ribbons tied around their necks. Now I seem to recall that Doug is of this ilk. Was he perchance amongst the rabble?
Posted by mcb at September 30, 2003 08:28 AM
alas and alack and woe is me, no, mcb -
what a sight!
must have been the Black Labs Picnic...
I once saw 4 black labs occur at once in my local park - (the renegade was mine)which was a pretty amazing sight - sans ribbons.
Posted by boynton at September 30, 2003 09:02 AM
This optional task calls for boynton to extrapolate and calculate 10 years hence but boynton can't even imagine what such a mathematical formula might look like. And if x = age, then x = y. (That is: x= you are not permitted access to this information) With the slow fitful boomeranging eastward boynton can't tally up the k's to know if she'll be slightly to the east in 10 years or back westerly towards St Andrew's Place. But the former would mean Balwyn or even Greythorn which suggests the maths has seriously broken down somewhere along the map. We must be heading the other way. A quick bit of mental arithmetic calculates that we'll be living...smack bang in the middle of Studley Park. Roughly.
Comments: translocation
So in x years you have surged from 30km to within 2km and back out to 7km (current) of the hospital. Seems like an oscillating process caught presently at an equilibrium point. Look out for infintesimal perturbations which might send you back into a violent series of chaotic hospillations!
A slight shift in the foundations could be all it takes. Check your walls for cracks. Get under the house with a torch and spirit level. There's no time to waste.
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 05:30 PM
OIC. That makes sense. I wish all maths was so lucidly explained.
"Caught presently at an equilibrium point" another great title for a future play/memoir.
I'll get under the house...shortly. Mind the x.
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 06:10 PM
Boynton-
this is completely unrelated to the post. On Sunday as I walked around Albert Part lake I was confronted by the sight of hundreds (well, quite a lot, at any rate) of black Labradors. There seemed to be some kind of black labs gathering going on, all with yellow ribbons tied around their necks. Now I seem to recall that Doug is of this ilk. Was he perchance amongst the rabble?
Posted by mcb at September 30, 2003 08:28 AM
alas and alack and woe is me, no, mcb -
what a sight!
must have been the Black Labs Picnic...
I once saw 4 black labs occur at once in my local park - (the renegade was mine)which was a pretty amazing sight - sans ribbons.
Posted by boynton at September 30, 2003 09:02 AM
lost
a list of items lost?
As well as the usual non-material suspects, boynton has most recently (within the last 14 years) lost a few items while walking Doug with a bad back-pack. The back pack has either been gaping from age or carelessness, and items have probably floated away into the traffic like those plastic bags of spring, or rotted anonymously in the golf-course undergrowth.
This includes aforementioned beloved tam-o-shanter.
boynton sometimes looked at this with that defeatist anxiety - this is such a wonderful item, it can't last, and one day it will fall out of my unzipped backpack somewhere on the boulevard. It used to smell of wool and shampoo. And me? An item of headwear is such a personal item that boynton can't imagine a finder of road kill clothing easily adopting it.
And this includes a few scarves.
the funny thing about one of these tartan scarves is that both boynton and a friend and fellow dog walker lost and found a tartan scarf once around the same time. boynton had the uneasy sense that we had been unknowingly exchanging scarves. You would often see lost items like leads, collars, sunglasses and sometimes keys tied to a prominent branch along the way. Like the shoe trees, the dog walker's pound. Perhaps it would have been possible within that tartan era to set out dressed like this and return like this.
however one of the lost scarves was non-tartan and was one of boynton's old favourites and had been with her through various life stages, institutions and spin cycles. boynton had just said goodbye to a man heading overseas when she took doug out, trying to run off the emotion. But the scarf ran away instead. She retraced her steps the next day but could not find it - nor could she see it hanging magically on one of the 'found' trees.
She has lost doug's collar twice (recovered)
One stranger rang up intrigued by his name. What sort of dog is Doug?! he asked, and sounded almost disappointed with the answer Labrador
And once doug's entire ensemble his lead and chain. Gone.
It was a nice navy one with a knot in it if you see it.
A frisbee or two ( not to metion one expensive type thrown almost wantonly into the Yarra. It didn't float)
Years before she was with one of her nephews in this park who suddenly lost a ring he was wearing. My Wing..my Wing he said distressed. But somehow magically his wing reappeared.
Sometimes the universe is kind.
Comments: lost
The non-material suspects are the ones I fear most.
Fisherman: What will I do if I ever rediscover my lonliness?
Poet: Share your catch and lose it again.
Fisherman: [aside] Goody goody.
Speaking of lost minds, I read a play called Inside the Island the other night (Louis Nowra). A group of soldiers goes feral after eating ergot-poisoned wheat. Murder, rape, snakes in the belly, fire, wanton acts of paranoid violence. A strange little read after fitting "onus" with "responsibility" and "consternation" with "alarm" in the Age quick crossword.
One thing I routinely lose is phone numbers. Barely-legible sequences of numbers scrawled on tiny bits of paper - tightly folded and wedged into a huge, overflowing draw stuffed full with thousands of other tiny bits of paper.
Perhaps I should have an ergot and peanut butter sandwich then burn the whole lot!
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 02:28 PM
I like that first scene, Jim - a new play?
Haven't read/seen Inside The Island. Much consternation to admit this, and onus now on me to secure a copy.
And finally - as a mathematician you would be able to memorise these strange sequences of numbers and even analyse their patterns?
Sometimes phone numbers and other formulae need a song I say.
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 03:10 PM
How about this for a first verse:
I know there's a nine
In it
In it
I know there's a three
In it
In it
But the order and other six
Numbers I need
Are gone
Bin it
Bin it
Gone
In it
In it
The next verse could feature frogs: a background croaking developing into a doo wop chorus.
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 04:46 PM
Ribbit
Ribbit
Love it
Love it
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 04:51 PM
As well as the usual non-material suspects, boynton has most recently (within the last 14 years) lost a few items while walking Doug with a bad back-pack. The back pack has either been gaping from age or carelessness, and items have probably floated away into the traffic like those plastic bags of spring, or rotted anonymously in the golf-course undergrowth.
This includes aforementioned beloved tam-o-shanter.
boynton sometimes looked at this with that defeatist anxiety - this is such a wonderful item, it can't last, and one day it will fall out of my unzipped backpack somewhere on the boulevard. It used to smell of wool and shampoo. And me? An item of headwear is such a personal item that boynton can't imagine a finder of road kill clothing easily adopting it.
And this includes a few scarves.
the funny thing about one of these tartan scarves is that both boynton and a friend and fellow dog walker lost and found a tartan scarf once around the same time. boynton had the uneasy sense that we had been unknowingly exchanging scarves. You would often see lost items like leads, collars, sunglasses and sometimes keys tied to a prominent branch along the way. Like the shoe trees, the dog walker's pound. Perhaps it would have been possible within that tartan era to set out dressed like this and return like this.
however one of the lost scarves was non-tartan and was one of boynton's old favourites and had been with her through various life stages, institutions and spin cycles. boynton had just said goodbye to a man heading overseas when she took doug out, trying to run off the emotion. But the scarf ran away instead. She retraced her steps the next day but could not find it - nor could she see it hanging magically on one of the 'found' trees.
She has lost doug's collar twice (recovered)
One stranger rang up intrigued by his name. What sort of dog is Doug?! he asked, and sounded almost disappointed with the answer Labrador
And once doug's entire ensemble his lead and chain. Gone.
It was a nice navy one with a knot in it if you see it.
A frisbee or two ( not to metion one expensive type thrown almost wantonly into the Yarra. It didn't float)
Years before she was with one of her nephews in this park who suddenly lost a ring he was wearing. My Wing..my Wing he said distressed. But somehow magically his wing reappeared.
Sometimes the universe is kind.
Comments: lost
The non-material suspects are the ones I fear most.
Fisherman: What will I do if I ever rediscover my lonliness?
Poet: Share your catch and lose it again.
Fisherman: [aside] Goody goody.
Speaking of lost minds, I read a play called Inside the Island the other night (Louis Nowra). A group of soldiers goes feral after eating ergot-poisoned wheat. Murder, rape, snakes in the belly, fire, wanton acts of paranoid violence. A strange little read after fitting "onus" with "responsibility" and "consternation" with "alarm" in the Age quick crossword.
One thing I routinely lose is phone numbers. Barely-legible sequences of numbers scrawled on tiny bits of paper - tightly folded and wedged into a huge, overflowing draw stuffed full with thousands of other tiny bits of paper.
Perhaps I should have an ergot and peanut butter sandwich then burn the whole lot!
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 02:28 PM
I like that first scene, Jim - a new play?
Haven't read/seen Inside The Island. Much consternation to admit this, and onus now on me to secure a copy.
And finally - as a mathematician you would be able to memorise these strange sequences of numbers and even analyse their patterns?
Sometimes phone numbers and other formulae need a song I say.
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 03:10 PM
How about this for a first verse:
I know there's a nine
In it
In it
I know there's a three
In it
In it
But the order and other six
Numbers I need
Are gone
Bin it
Bin it
Gone
In it
In it
The next verse could feature frogs: a background croaking developing into a doo wop chorus.
Posted by Jim at September 29, 2003 04:46 PM
Ribbit
Ribbit
Love it
Love it
Posted by boynton at September 29, 2003 04:51 PM
Sunday, September 28, 2003
farewell
Beautiful sunny day outside as (raining in our hearts) we farewell one of the pack. Abby clocked 15 years and 4 months - a record age for any dog boynton has known - but has declined rapidly in the last week to the stage where standing, moving and now eating are becoming impossible. Nora is taking her up to the country.
She has been one of those dumb gentle yellow dogs - a rag doll offering the solace of kindness, the consolation of presence.
“This is the sort of dog you want’ observed a friend of boynton’s once, as Abby looked adoringly patiently into his eyes, all day if you want, while Doug paced the hallway anxiously.
A friend tells me he doesn’t regret making such a decision, but perhaps not making it sooner – and it certainly does seem time today when all the world is a dizzy haze. I patted her head in the sun and she gave the barest wag. This dog who once ran like a greyhound on hard sand and jumped six feet into the air after a tennis ball. This is the bare wag of good bye.
I wish she could have seen the ocean once more – as she lived her early life along the empty stretches of the ninety mile beach, a long morning run with gavo, a surf and a swim with Nora and co in the afternoons and evening. She used to bob about bravely in the breakers following Nora, or wade along the shallows sniffing regally meditatively, until returning to the towels to be a sandy sentinel to the body surfers. One of the best times I had with the threesome was walking along the rocks around Marengo near Apollo Bay. On dusk the light was so beautiful and so still and the four of us would wander silently but connected – I'd get the silent joy of dogs by the ocean – dipping in and out of rock pools, sniffing seaweed and feathers, discerning some complexity in invisible currents. There is a photo elsewhere that catches Abby in close-up, gazing out to sea, her sensory focus on something obscure in the distance. Perhaps it was eternity.
Comments: farewell
Condolences. Nothing like losing a long-term pet like that. The phrase "dumb gentle yellow dog" makes a splendidly compact yet descriptive summary of Abby's personality.
Posted by James Russell at September 28, 2003 05:55 PM
so beautiful
Posted by lesley at September 28, 2003 08:27 PM
Wonderfully expressed. Rest in Peace Abby.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 28, 2003 09:28 PM
It's a moment that sears through you doesn't it.
The last time it happened to me --with Fichte my standard poodle---I was shattered for weeks on end.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 28, 2003 10:29 PM
thanks all - your comments are appreciated.
Posted by boynton at September 28, 2003 10:49 PM
Actually - she was 15 years, 5 months and 4 days.
We have chosen a lovely spot for her and (as befitting her favourite pastime) an edible plant as a marker.
Posted by Nora at September 29, 2003 02:05 PM
Top post Boynty.
Posted by Tee at September 29, 2003 03:23 PM
"...offering the solace of kindness, the consolation of presence..."
That sums up Abby beautifully. I'll always remember her basking peacefully in the sun at Peel St. RIP.
Posted by Damien at September 30, 2003 01:26 PM
I am sorry to hear this. Oddly, I was just thinking about the dog of my childhood today (gone 20+ years now).
Posted by Anne at October 1, 2003 03:19 AM
thanks T
Damien - sad to think that Peel St is gone too - but makes that particular image more memorable.
Anne - it's funny how they sometimes spring back into consciousness. A few years ago I wrote a rather long piece that chronicled all the dogs I'd known. One of the best things about such a task is the way it recovers memories, and animates them in the process.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 04:10 PM
Sadly I wasn't around to say goodbye one more time to lovely old Abby. I can remember her clearly as a puppy hiding from thunderstorms down at the Woodside farm, and then later on stoicly putting up with "Little B" hanging off her lips and worse. Bye Bye Abby.
Posted by Averil at October 2, 2003 03:56 AM
thanks, Averil.
I was thinking of her hiding from those Woodside storms myself, hiding in the liliies. The other day she was still seeking them out here, in the wind. I could see her curled up from where I sit. Now I'm looking at the lillies in the sun - and thinking of her gentle soul.
Posted by boynton at October 2, 2003 08:36 AM
She has been one of those dumb gentle yellow dogs - a rag doll offering the solace of kindness, the consolation of presence.
“This is the sort of dog you want’ observed a friend of boynton’s once, as Abby looked adoringly patiently into his eyes, all day if you want, while Doug paced the hallway anxiously.
A friend tells me he doesn’t regret making such a decision, but perhaps not making it sooner – and it certainly does seem time today when all the world is a dizzy haze. I patted her head in the sun and she gave the barest wag. This dog who once ran like a greyhound on hard sand and jumped six feet into the air after a tennis ball. This is the bare wag of good bye.
I wish she could have seen the ocean once more – as she lived her early life along the empty stretches of the ninety mile beach, a long morning run with gavo, a surf and a swim with Nora and co in the afternoons and evening. She used to bob about bravely in the breakers following Nora, or wade along the shallows sniffing regally meditatively, until returning to the towels to be a sandy sentinel to the body surfers. One of the best times I had with the threesome was walking along the rocks around Marengo near Apollo Bay. On dusk the light was so beautiful and so still and the four of us would wander silently but connected – I'd get the silent joy of dogs by the ocean – dipping in and out of rock pools, sniffing seaweed and feathers, discerning some complexity in invisible currents. There is a photo elsewhere that catches Abby in close-up, gazing out to sea, her sensory focus on something obscure in the distance. Perhaps it was eternity.
Comments: farewell
Condolences. Nothing like losing a long-term pet like that. The phrase "dumb gentle yellow dog" makes a splendidly compact yet descriptive summary of Abby's personality.
Posted by James Russell at September 28, 2003 05:55 PM
so beautiful
Posted by lesley at September 28, 2003 08:27 PM
Wonderfully expressed. Rest in Peace Abby.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 28, 2003 09:28 PM
It's a moment that sears through you doesn't it.
The last time it happened to me --with Fichte my standard poodle---I was shattered for weeks on end.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 28, 2003 10:29 PM
thanks all - your comments are appreciated.
Posted by boynton at September 28, 2003 10:49 PM
Actually - she was 15 years, 5 months and 4 days.
We have chosen a lovely spot for her and (as befitting her favourite pastime) an edible plant as a marker.
Posted by Nora at September 29, 2003 02:05 PM
Top post Boynty.
Posted by Tee at September 29, 2003 03:23 PM
"...offering the solace of kindness, the consolation of presence..."
That sums up Abby beautifully. I'll always remember her basking peacefully in the sun at Peel St. RIP.
Posted by Damien at September 30, 2003 01:26 PM
I am sorry to hear this. Oddly, I was just thinking about the dog of my childhood today (gone 20+ years now).
Posted by Anne at October 1, 2003 03:19 AM
thanks T
Damien - sad to think that Peel St is gone too - but makes that particular image more memorable.
Anne - it's funny how they sometimes spring back into consciousness. A few years ago I wrote a rather long piece that chronicled all the dogs I'd known. One of the best things about such a task is the way it recovers memories, and animates them in the process.
Posted by boynton at October 1, 2003 04:10 PM
Sadly I wasn't around to say goodbye one more time to lovely old Abby. I can remember her clearly as a puppy hiding from thunderstorms down at the Woodside farm, and then later on stoicly putting up with "Little B" hanging off her lips and worse. Bye Bye Abby.
Posted by Averil at October 2, 2003 03:56 AM
thanks, Averil.
I was thinking of her hiding from those Woodside storms myself, hiding in the liliies. The other day she was still seeking them out here, in the wind. I could see her curled up from where I sit. Now I'm looking at the lillies in the sun - and thinking of her gentle soul.
Posted by boynton at October 2, 2003 08:36 AM
Friday, September 26, 2003
alt afl
a couple of alternatives if the big football game doesn't divert sufficiently tomorrow :
audioblog -play with sound (via sublimate)
the telescope game (via bifurcated rivets)
Comments: alt afl
Can't get past Level 11 on the telescope. Feel like such a dummy.
Posted by Nora at September 26, 2003 05:23 PM
well I'm dumber. I briefly played it in the toddler with rubik's cube style of just clicking randomly hoping it would solve itself eventually.
This seemed to work up to about Level 4.
Didn't quite get the instructions.
Shall return.
Anon.
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 08:01 PM
audioblog -play with sound (via sublimate)
the telescope game (via bifurcated rivets)
Comments: alt afl
Can't get past Level 11 on the telescope. Feel like such a dummy.
Posted by Nora at September 26, 2003 05:23 PM
well I'm dumber. I briefly played it in the toddler with rubik's cube style of just clicking randomly hoping it would solve itself eventually.
This seemed to work up to about Level 4.
Didn't quite get the instructions.
Shall return.
Anon.
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 08:01 PM
just a line
Maybe this will be the scene around Jolimont (and Victoria park) tomorrow night:
Melbourne by Night. 'Midsummer Night's Dream' at Fitzroy Gardens.
from Just a Line Comic Postcards 1900 - 1950
(boynton was going to lead with this post card of Collingwood Tarts - but decided it was too much in the Street Talk line- proto Sexist Sam. With apologies to foreign readers for breaking into football dialect/hieroglyphs again)
Comments: just a line
Nice.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 28, 2003 10:26 PM
visual streak
DrAlison Harman, Neurologist: Bertie watches television quite often. He likes horse programs and animal programs. I had another pug who would also watch television. If, for instance, another animal crossed the screen when he was watching it he would jump down and rush to look at the back of the television to see if it was coming out at the back.
We were watching the Catalyst story on Dog's Eyes last night. That's we as in boynton and Bronte (jack russell). Douglas showed little interest and Flo was out watching marsupials. Both dogs probably have the visual streak of longer-snouted chasing (or retrieving) breeds. Bronte in contrast has always been a bit of a square eyes - she likes animal programs, the odd sitcom like Frasier, and was a big fan of Harry's Practice. But she does occasionally go highbrow (short snout) and was in fact pretty much glued to Catalyst throughout.
We were watching the Catalyst story on Dog's Eyes last night. That's we as in boynton and Bronte (jack russell). Douglas showed little interest and Flo was out watching marsupials. Both dogs probably have the visual streak of longer-snouted chasing (or retrieving) breeds. Bronte in contrast has always been a bit of a square eyes - she likes animal programs, the odd sitcom like Frasier, and was a big fan of Harry's Practice. But she does occasionally go highbrow (short snout) and was in fact pretty much glued to Catalyst throughout.
Thursday, September 25, 2003
glyphys
boynton was agreeing with Gary in the comments earlier today that this site could do with some jpgs and gifs - nonspecific server worries etc holding boynton back. While Mr W has given us the green light, this quick show of heiroglyphs is not a sign of things to come and we won't be going too gif happy here in the near future. But in the ancient past - this is boynton apparently. Hmm... is it retro enough?
your name in hieroglyphs (via making light)
Comments: glyphs
Am I reading those symbols right? "In fooball news, Eagles kicked into the sea." Or maybe they look different from over here.
Posted by Pithy West at September 25, 2003 03:28 PM
Yes symbols must go pear shaped in Perth, Pithy.
I'm getting more "Redlegs Go West since the Velcro Hawks deal faded into the sunset"
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2003 03:47 PM
Boynton,
Looks good. Go for it.
Posted by Gary Sauer-Thompson at September 25, 2003 10:43 PM
The frame is necessary - it shows that it is a name and not to be read as a text.
Posted by Ole at September 26, 2003 08:05 AM
whoops - sorry "rope-lion-quills"...boynton didn't read the big print on that one.
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 12:43 PM
I recently witnessed an attempt on the world "speed SMSing" record. It made for gripping television - hand metaphorically clutching remote. Seeing those hieroglyphical (?) inscriptions, however, led me to wonder:
:-) and :-( ?
Let the linguists cry foul but we could be experiencing a hieroglyphical revival! (What is Ancient Egyptian for hyperbole?)
Posted by Jim at September 26, 2003 03:18 PM
that is one wanton activity that oughta become a sport, Jim, as whenever I've witnessed others SMSing it's almost as slow as smoke signals, or semaphore. eg much concerted frowning and tapping for ten minutes : "fancy a drink?" (with symbol)...
Intrigued, I put "hyperbole" into the engine above - and it's really rather good.
Then I put in "emoticon" ;)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 03:32 PM
pseud calling
Nora and Averil are friends of boynton who choose anonymity and chose their own blog pseudonyms. Nora reports that yesterday the phone rang and a senior sounding woman said : Is that you Nora? Momentary confusion...boynton has taken the odd call before, but has never been quite so cornered. When a stranger calls and asks for boynton, we'll know that blogging addiction is in free fall.
sheep ship
I've been trying hard for days now to ignore the story of the Australian sheep stranded on a ship in the Middle East - it just sounds too depressing
begins Beth at fridaysixpm on the impasse threatening the billion dollar industry.
boynton has also been avoiding this one - yes, too depressing, too big, too wrong. But uneasy indifference catches up -as the sheep ship floats like a ghost ship in obscure waters - if the best way to describe it is as a feedlot on the ocean (SMH) there is something fundamentally wrong.
"The live export food trade treats animals inhumanely," the RSPCA's national president, Hugh Wirth, says. "Excessive journey times, poor husbandry conditions and inherently cruel slaughter and transport are evident in the importing countries." The RSPCA argues for a carcass-only trade.
Comments: sheep ship
This issue has been a source of controversy in certain circles for a long time. It is something to do with the Muslim religion; they have to have their sheep slaughtered in a certain way, and there's not enough slaughterman in Australia qualified to do it.
Having worked in this industry long ago, I know the realities all too well. It is not a memory I'm keen to revisit.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 26, 2003 11:45 AM
There's gotta be a manual for this: Sheep Husbandry 21C. (Start with introductions then some informal games etc.)
Do sheep ships ever inexplicably veer of course in pursuit of other sheep ships?
(Boom boom.)
Better sheep than soldiers? (W: "We fully intend these tough Australian sheep to play a leading role in the post war reconstruction.")
John Howard: consumate Australian mutton?
Is there much of a qualitative (or quatitative) difference between the inhabitants of the Cormo Express and Fairstar the Fun Ship? (Apologies to Richard Branson.)
(A bit of irony in the name of this stricken vessel. Even more if it was the Corma Express.)
Posted by Jim at September 26, 2003 04:39 PM
begins Beth at fridaysixpm on the impasse threatening the billion dollar industry.
boynton has also been avoiding this one - yes, too depressing, too big, too wrong. But uneasy indifference catches up -as the sheep ship floats like a ghost ship in obscure waters - if the best way to describe it is as a feedlot on the ocean (SMH) there is something fundamentally wrong.
"The live export food trade treats animals inhumanely," the RSPCA's national president, Hugh Wirth, says. "Excessive journey times, poor husbandry conditions and inherently cruel slaughter and transport are evident in the importing countries." The RSPCA argues for a carcass-only trade.
Comments: sheep ship
This issue has been a source of controversy in certain circles for a long time. It is something to do with the Muslim religion; they have to have their sheep slaughtered in a certain way, and there's not enough slaughterman in Australia qualified to do it.
Having worked in this industry long ago, I know the realities all too well. It is not a memory I'm keen to revisit.
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 26, 2003 11:45 AM
There's gotta be a manual for this: Sheep Husbandry 21C. (Start with introductions then some informal games etc.)
Do sheep ships ever inexplicably veer of course in pursuit of other sheep ships?
(Boom boom.)
Better sheep than soldiers? (W: "We fully intend these tough Australian sheep to play a leading role in the post war reconstruction.")
John Howard: consumate Australian mutton?
Is there much of a qualitative (or quatitative) difference between the inhabitants of the Cormo Express and Fairstar the Fun Ship? (Apologies to Richard Branson.)
(A bit of irony in the name of this stricken vessel. Even more if it was the Corma Express.)
Posted by Jim at September 26, 2003 04:39 PM
Wednesday, September 24, 2003
big screen
What good is it? asks Steven W Hill of his screen captures of movie title screens... and answers: Whatever use you put it to!
(via fiendish is the word)
boynton is sure she could think of a few ways to work these titles seamlessly into posts -
as subliminal (oblique) messages about her mystery life...
or even as an alternative blog title or an oblique on hiatus notification... big screen emoticons ....We'll work on it.
Comments: big screen
Sounds like you've been doing some 'manhunting' of your own. Watch out for South African ex-security service operatives, that's all I'm saying..
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 25, 2003 10:25 AM
No - I just liked the film ;)
I've read of this strange SA saga elsewhere -rather disturbing.
Good rule of thumb: avoid all types of SA men in general...
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2003 10:45 AM
You mean, South African men, not South Australian men....
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 26, 2003 12:09 AM
Nah - I was having a go at crow-eaters as well there, scott- but whoops - forgot the ;)
I notice that ;) is becoming as constant as a fullstop round these parts.
It's almost an ironic tic. ;)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 12:31 AM
(via fiendish is the word)
boynton is sure she could think of a few ways to work these titles seamlessly into posts -
as subliminal (oblique) messages about her mystery life...
or even as an alternative blog title or an oblique on hiatus notification... big screen emoticons ....We'll work on it.
Comments: big screen
Sounds like you've been doing some 'manhunting' of your own. Watch out for South African ex-security service operatives, that's all I'm saying..
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 25, 2003 10:25 AM
No - I just liked the film ;)
I've read of this strange SA saga elsewhere -rather disturbing.
Good rule of thumb: avoid all types of SA men in general...
Posted by boynton at September 25, 2003 10:45 AM
You mean, South African men, not South Australian men....
Posted by Scott Wickstein at September 26, 2003 12:09 AM
Nah - I was having a go at crow-eaters as well there, scott- but whoops - forgot the ;)
I notice that ;) is becoming as constant as a fullstop round these parts.
It's almost an ironic tic. ;)
Posted by boynton at September 26, 2003 12:31 AM
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