Old fashioned beer tankards. I say pooh to them.
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Q. How can you get rid of a dessert made from milk?
A. Junk it.
I told him, "You're a really good judge." He said, "Well I try".
One fly was talking to another. He's like, "FLIT happens. Get over it."
Every morning I listen to music while I shower.
Today I heard a piece I did not know but which I can't forget. It's by Arvo Pärt, Estonian composer, and is his response qhen asked to write a lullaby, nine or ten years back.
"Kuus kuus, kalike". Perhaps it meams nothing in any language but its own lullabyese.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0uCFFoGQV58
Everyone loved the garden centre. Except for the mystery shopper.
He got pushed into a hopper.
All the kids were very polite. Except Rose.
She kept picking her nose.
My brother Simon took a lovely picture of a Little Owl.
There's a Greek saying, "Glavkes stin Athina" - "Owls to Athens". It's like "Coals to Newcastle". No need, they have plenty there already.
The Little Owl is the mascot or companion of Athene, goddess of wisdom (amongst the goddess' other titles). So owls are considered wise.
Perhaps the most famous coin ever is the silver four-drachma piece from the mint at Athens. These coins were so ubiquitous they were called "owls".
"How much do you want for that horse?"
"Five γλαυκες to you Φιλω."
I love the observation, sympathy and humour shown by the coin designer. I think the headlamp eyes are related to the owl's reputation as a bird of wisdom, and could be the origin.
Last night I heard one of these little birds calling in the night outside my house. Its cry is very evocative.
Image from wikipedia: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Owl_of_Athena
Arrows, by any other name, would pierce the heart as sore.
Frankly I don't trust the Moon
I caught him watching us again last night.
Barcarolle Gamble on winning streak
Minuet Last night's romantic dinner
Romance Insect scouts
Nocturne Criticise stage act
Overture Your turn now
Rondo Relative of John Doe, Jane Doe, etc.
Andante Another relative
Unison The one at uni
Suite Grain identification
Operetta Grain dryer tragedy
Symphony Appear odd
When it comes to crastination, I'm a pro.
Almost nothing in life is as bad as you think it's going to be. Except for changing a duvet cover.
Q. How do elderly aristocrats get about?
A. On nobility scooters!
Why did the alcoholic cross the road?
To get to the other cider.
Q. Why are plate spinners so healthy?
A. Because they have a balanced diet!
My sideline is smuggling Greek vases. It's a nice little earner.
Years ago I had a boss, a mentor really, who had a saying
"Every problem must have a solution."
I liked this; its optimistic note stuck a chord, and I've often trotted it out in the face of a challenging situation. It's worked well for me. Once, an organisation I worked for faced a really serious issue. Everyone who might be able to help avoid the crisis was summoned to a big room. Most people there were, at least metaphorically, clasping their hands to the sides of their heads and rocking slowly from side to side in a despairing manner.
"Every problem must have a solution", I chirped up brightly. "We must be able to solve it." (A bit Bob-the-builder-y. "Can we solve it? Yes we can!")
My colleagues perked up immediately and we got down to at looking what to do. Lots of hard work but we managed and it came right. I've always remembered it.
Luckily there was no logician in the room (I was holding by breath at the time). Otherwise they might have piped up: "Excuse me. It can't be true that every problem must have a solution. What about the problem of finding a problem with no solution? If every problem has a solution there must be a solution to the problem of finding a problem with no solution, so there must be a problem with no solution. It follows that not every problem has a solution, otherwise we reach a contradiction." This would have held things up a bit.
Stan Kelly-Bootle was an unusual combination of a folk singer-songwriter and a computer scientist. His most famous song was Liverpool Lullaby
Dirty as a dustbin lid
When he hears the things that you did
You'll get a belt from yer dad…
Who's that knocking at the gate?
If it's who I think
Tell him I'm not in.
Selfish hangers-on
You will be frost-whitened
I shall go down
In a burst of flame
To the good of our tree.
I say, I say, my salamander won the local quiz.
How could a salamander do that?
Because he newt all.
Concave Fraudulent grotto
Convex Persons sentenced for crimes, as in
"The convex were transported to Botany Bay".
Dispersion Show disrespect toward long-haired cat
Focal Outspoken
Optics Surgeon's "To do" list
Parallax Lower limbs of biped
Prism Place where convex are incarcerated
Ray Half-hearted cheer
Varifocal Extremely outspoken
When I was quite young I formed the impression that the first few numbers were associated with particular colours.
Thus
- One is white
- Two is red
- Three is yellow
- Four is green
- Five is yellow
- Six is red
After that the feeling becomes vague. I think there were once more, but only these few remain vivid to me. There are some other coloured numbers; for instance
e = 2.718281828...
is yellow, no doubt of it.Later I learned a little music, and found that keys had colours. C Major is red, A Minor green, F Major blue, D Minor an inderterminate colour, B flat Major green etc. I don't literally see the colours, but to me E Major is irrevocably yellow.
Do other people have similar experiences? Do they think of letters of the alphabet as coloured, for example?
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