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Being a mapmaker is an easy job. You always know where you are with it.
Out on a job but no hurry to get back
We parked up and bunked off in a cornfield
A good spot for setting the world to rights.
New Scientist 10 July 2021 has a cover story Consciousness. Item 1 begins
“IN ESSENCE consciousness is any kind of subjective experience.”
Maybe not meant to be a definition but I still found it horribly weak. Sorry NS.
There’s a legendary story of a question in a philosophy exam
Is this a question?
To which the top-scoring student simply replied
If it is, then this is an answer.
Irrefutable, if you think about it.
A funnier but less deep variant is
Why?
Because!
From the Wikipedia Anti-Humor article
A: What did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?
B: I don't know, what did the farmer say when he lost his tractor?
A: "Where's my tractor?"
You get the idea. It made me laugh 😂
Climbing the stairs at night
An old loose floorboard
Groans like a ghost.
In the first episode, someone cheerfully asks Murphy [character] “Why don’t you look blind?” This is something Bernson [actor], and many blind people, get all the time. In real life, Bernson usually keeps her mouth shut, but she delights in the snarky comebacks that Murphy gets to make onscreen. With her mouth full of food, she snarls at the woman: “Same reason you probably don’t look stupid.”
Goodbye, old friend
We, the living, are the losers
Who must learn to bear that loss.
Time for lights out, by Raymond Briggs. Reflections in old age from that creator and illustrator of The Snowman.
Lights out is very gentle, reflective, kind, and funny, but also wistful and grumpy. I'm finding it a very calming bedtime read.
This plant is prunella, AKA self-heal. I found it growing at the side of a lane and didn't know what it was, but Bing 'Name that plant' came to the rescue.
Apparently the name means 'quinsy" a throat infection, and is derived from brunella, which is a diminuitive of brunus = brown. The plant was a traditional remedy for quinsy.
It's said to be edible and you can add it to salads but I'm not keen.
Frankie pulled back her kimono
Pulled out a Colt 44
Rooty-toot-toot three times she shot
Right thru the hardwood door.
He was her man
But he was doing her wrong.
For a livelyvperformance of the song see
https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AJAuxRzLM30
My ginger sproured, so I'm going to try and grow it on the windowsill.
I looked ginger up and it turns out to have gorgeous flowers, here is a picture courtesy University of Reading.
More pictures and information here.
http://blogs.reading.ac.uk/tropical-biodiversity/2012/07/ginger/
This is one they told when my daughter was in primary school.
Why do elephants have big ears?
Because Noddy won’t pay the ransom.
This wild plant is white bryony briona alba, a member of the cucumber family. Its fruits look like tiny gourds. The name bryonia comes via Latin from Greek βρυονια but there doesn't seem to be any information about its ultimate origins.
The plant is quite poisonous and in countries where it it is an introduced species it can be highly invasive, because it is capable of growing as much as 15 cm aday. However in my garden it is fairly harmless and quite decorative.
The plant is mentioned in an Anglo-Saxon medical treatise, the Old English Leechdoms (ca.1150). There is also a rather unlikely story that Augustus Caesar wore bryony round his neck during thunderstorms to ward off lightening, see https://www.walkerland.ca/wp-content/uploads/2016/03/The-Old-English-Herbals-Eleanour-Sinclair-Rohde.pdf
Everything there is to know about chickens, all in one place. Welcome the Hencyclopedia.
I bet on a pigeon race. No harm in a little flutter.
A Southern Marsh Orchid I photographed a couple of days ago at a local RSPB reserve. The genus name Dactylorhiza means something like 'finger-roots'.
The committee couldn’t agree how to described it. One camp favoured expressions such as “A period of 24 hours” or “86400 seconds of elapsed time”. Others argued for an astronomical definition: for example, “The time taken for the earth to rotate once about its axis” or “Approximately 1 over 365.24217 of the earth’s orbital period”.
The meeting dragged on and on. Eventually we had to call it a day.
All the kids loved the garden centre.
Except Moses.
He poured weedkiller on the roses.
For those unfamiliar with this genre of Scandi humour, see https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Alla_barnen
You must leave me, leave me lonely
So goodbye my love till then
Till the white rose blooms again.
Road 2: I’m fuming!
if you were to say
would you marry me I’d reply (gazing into your pale
brown eyes) yes
oh YESSSS
my love my sweet my darling my honey my angel my beloved mi amore
i would, i would
would
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