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…………………..Berners Street hoax HyperloopClovis no
…………………..Scrunchie attemptive mens rea Naqada
…………………..swift jewel cowboys “Frost & Glow” cbic
…………………..Julio Camba [*;*] MR. WALT WHITMAN.
…………………..rheumatoid arthritis Clark Street tunnel
…………………..suppediate, Open outcry—comma splice
…………………..Archibald Lampman…. carkmma splicee
…………………..stupe…///.………………………gma splicee
…………………..Owens Valley ………………. ea splicet
…………………..…..///.Omertà ……………….o splices
…………………..oriel…///…all over paintingsplicep
…………………..hatikvah…///.cantatrice .aplicel
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Couple (1) (2) interesting tweets from Krugman describing the familiar and curious sight of thriving retail districts with lots of vacant store fronts.

(Boswell, Life of Johnson.) “He said, ‘It is strange that there should be so little reading in the world, and so much writing. People in general do not willingly read, if they can have any thing else to amuse them. There must be an external impulse; emulation, or vanity, or avarice. The progress which the understanding makes through a book, has more pain than pleasure in it. Language is scanty, and inadequate to express the nice gradations of mixtures of our feelings. No man reads a book of science from pure inclination. The books that we do read with pleasure are light compositions which contain a quick succession of events.”

Brexit belongs to this era in one quintessential way. It is an act of the imagination, inspired by an imaginary past, carried along by misdirected grievances, borne aloft by an imaginary future. The age of impunity is also the age of illusion turbocharged by social media…. Roger Cohen from last month quoted by Ishaan Tharoor today.

Saw more frisky geese this morning, and the surprise of it today was how well Mingus had captured the sound of their honks in the opening measures of his Bird Calls (1959) –spot on!

Had forgotten to mention this band name to interested parties — foulkerchief — portmanteau of ‘foul’ and ‘handkerchief’ (with alternate spelling foulkerkiech). For one your less popular bands probably.

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Potentially disorienting question occurred to me while watching Hidden Fortress the other night– the ‘rebels’ of Star Wars — are these CSA confederates? Is Abe Lincoln, Dark Lord? Yoda, Stonewall Jackson? Why hadn’t I thought of this before? For some reason the rebels of Star Wars have been entirely detached from those other rebels that are foremost in my consciousness until now.

Idea too — that liberal-conservative split is a thing of the past in American politics and so what we have now is a conservative-populist split — with, however, the difference that this new conservatism is actually comprised of policies that were once considered liberal: toward high-tax, high service, Scandanavian-style states; while populism directs toward autocratic, oligarchic Russia-style states.

(Related or implied idea that what was once considered conservative in U.S. politics, namely, limited government, is no longer a viable political philosophy and probably hasn’t been for some time.)

ngrams viewer: complexifier,complicator. Looking at ngrams, it seems complexifier arose in the 1960’s and overtopped complicator in usage in the early 2000’s.

Word comes up because of a Jeff Bezos Medium post to the National Enquirer about a year ago (“No Thankyou, Mr. Pecker“, 2/7/19), in which he says that ownership of the Washington Post was a “complexifier” for him. I didn’t like the newfangled sound of complexifier, yet had to admit the more established complicator sounded outmoded or, for other reasons, not quite right. Would myself probably have said that owning the Post “made things complicated for me.”

Trying to process the fact tonight (because of this news item) that the sun is not made of fire.. but of hydrogen and helium undergoing nuclear fusion, thus producing light and heat

also, that I do not know what fire is (fire). ngrams: earth,air,fire,water

Oxidation state… “The term oxidation was first used by Antoine Lavoisier to signify reaction of a substance with oxygen. Much later, it was realized that the substance, upon being oxidized, loses electrons, and the meaning was extended to include other reactions in which electrons are lost, regardless of whether oxygen was involved.”

here is heraclitus on the sun:

3. The sun is the width of a human foot.
6. The sun is new every day.
94. The sun will not overstep his measures; if he does, the Erinyes, the handmaids of Justice, will find him out.
99. If there were no sun it would be night, for all the other stars could do.

Some of his more interesting mentions of fire:

30. This world, which is the same for all, no one of gods or men has made; but it was ever, is now, and ever shall be an ever-living Fire, with measures of it kindling, and measures going out.

31. The transformations of Fire are, first of all, sea; and half of the sea is earth, half whirlwind. . .

76. Fire lives the death of air, and air lives the death of fire; water lives the death of earth, earth that of water.

90. All things are an exchange for Fire, and Fire for all things, even as wares for gold and gold for wares.

(Reminded of the Winesburg, Ohio character who thought the world was on fire — on fire with decay.)

Libation Bearers, 423-428 (Smyth translation):

ἔκοψα κομμὸν Ἄριον ἔν τε Κισσίας
νόμοις ἰηλεμιστρίας,
ἀπριγδόπληκτα πολυπλάνητα δ᾽ ἦν ἰδεῖν
ἐπασσυτεροτριβῆ τὰ χερὸς ὀρέγματα
ἄνωθεν ἀνέκαθεν, κτύπῳ δ᾽ ἐπερρόθει
κροτητὸν ἀμὸν καὶ πανάθλιον κάρα.

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Thought I would put this “out there”, another thrown-together site of mine — Taikonaught Wynd. It is a sort of link blog which offers up a more or less random grouping of lexical, etymological and encyclopedic items for review, updated every other day or so. A typical post looks like this:
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Madrepore. The Black Pirate. veria. foules solitaires.

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Basically, every time I look something up in Wikipedia, Google Translate, or the like, I bookmark it, create a link to it, place it in a group with other such links, then program it to appear on Taikonaut Wynd. I personally use the site for review (sometimes the items that appear are quite basic) while someone else might find it an interesting source of random concepts — like Madrepore.

Warning: my irregular uses of punctuation and capitalization are especially in evidence on this site. Title comes from a random pairing of two of my looked up words: taikonaut (a Chinese astronaut) and wynd, a narrow road between houses. Meaningless, but potentially evocative.

With respect to the chipper “howdy” with which the attendant greeted customers: it was almost never the case that the first syllable was higher-pitched than the second and was almost always the case that the interval in pitch between the two syllables was greater than one would encounter in normal conversational speech.

Sometimes the tonal distance between the syllables seemed to span several octaves (howwwwww- DY!), sometimes the “dy” seemed not more than a fourth above the tonic of the ‘how’.

(Idea for band name: Tonic Of The ‘How’)

Attendant’s eyes wandered from corner to corner of the ceiling of the store as he tried to apply musical values to his spoken discourse.

Attendant, in spirit of extreme silliness and idleness would contemplate that “do-re-mi-fa-so…” should be replaced by “how-dy-how-dy-how….”

Attendant noticed that customer’s “thaaaaaank YOU” covered about the same ascending tonal interval as his “howwwww DY”, almost a copyright infringement type scenario, he fretted.

—Old Testament,New Testament

—Pentateuch,Septuagint

—Prodigal Son,Good Samaritan (Prodigal Son,Good Samaritan,Sodom and Gomorrah)

—Ecclesiastes,Deuteronomy

—Jew,Hebrew,Israelite,Israeli

—Blessed are the poor,the mighty have fallen

—Book of John,Book of Luke,Book of Matthew,Book of Mark

—Gospel of Mark,Gospel of Matthew,Gospel of John,Gospel of Luke

—New International Version, King James Version,New Revised Standard, Living Bible, American Standard Version

Not the case of course yet interestingly mind-bending to think of Greece as the source of the human race —Diogenes:

Λανθάνουσι δ᾽ αὑτοὺς τὰ τῶν Ἑλλήνων κατορθώματα, ἀφ᾽ ὧν μὴ ὅτι γε φιλοσοφία, ἀλλὰ καὶ γένος ἀνθρώπων ἦρξε, βαρβάροις προσάπτοντες…

“These authors forget that the achievements which they attribute to the barbarians belong to the Greeks, with whom not merely philosophy but the human race itself began” (Translation, R.D. Hicks)

It does seem to be the case, however, that the earliest known examples of homo sapiens outside of Africa were found in Greece — Apidima Cave.

Where do crumbs come from?
From out of the sun?
Do they fall like snow
From a giant hot bun?
Where do they come from?
Do they fly, do they run?
Are they mined like gems?
Are they grown like plums?

Every day I sweep the shop floor clean
Till the corners are clear and the tile grout gleams,
But as soon as I finish, as soon as I’m done,
I turn around and what’s this? I find another crumb.

Where, O where, I ask, do they come from?

Do they shoot from the lamp?
Do they roll down the ramp?
Do they sprout from the floor?
Do they walk through the front door?

Hundreds and thousands, maybe a million,
I find in the cracks and corners of the kitchen.
A giant army that is waiting to come,
An army to attack and cover me with crumbs.

Sometimes I want to weep and weep
there are so many of them left to sweep.
And in the place I have recently swept
Several more have sneakily crept.

Where, I ask, do you all come from?
from a star?
from afar?
from a mountain?
from a fountain?

I realize, of course, it’s often the case
That crumbs come out of my own hands and face.
They came when I cut and they came when I ate;
They came from my bowl and they came from my plate.
But sometimes there seems no way to explain
How my counters have gotten so covered in grains!

All I know, I must confess,
Is that crumbs need cleaning,
As they make a big mess.
And I guess that’s the moral,
I guess that’s the end,
Of crumbs we make many
And to crumbs we must bend.
[Picture of perpetually harassed attendant stooping to sweep crumbs in dust pan.]

I got the blues,
Cause I got sticky shoes.

Don’t know what to do,
Don’t know how I got so glued,
But man do I have the blues,
Because I have sticky shoes.

(Feel like I got nothing to lose,
that’s how stuck I am by these shoes.)

What do I have under there, gum?
Is that why I can’t jump or run?
Is that the cause of the suctiony sound
whenever I lift my foot from the ground?

I’m about to have a fit,
Because of what my shoe has under it.

Man I got some news —
this is not what I would choose
Man I’ve got the blues —
because I’ve got some sticky shoes.

“Une échelle de fer, cramponnée à la paroi, conduisait à son extrémité supérieure. Je demandai au capitaine à quel usage servait cette échelle. « Elle aboutit au canot, répondit-il. — Quoi ! vous avez un canot ? répliquai-je, assez étonné…” “cramponnée à la paroi” (source)

Attendant, having initially judged the sandwich’s tincture to be too dark, now judged it to be within accepted parameters. (He likes them to be “well within” the parameters, while these were just “within”.)

Attendant’s new art project: to be called “Tincture of Sandwich.” In which pieces of toast, at various stages of toasting, from not toasted at all to charred black, are set along the wall like small canvases.

Further, using a specially altered toaster, in the way of a prepared piano, he would create interesting Mark Rothko like effects.

Future exhibitions could include bagels held up by rusty nails or pinned down by railroad ties, while toppings and spreads of various kinds drop and seep from them down the walls.

Prospective title of exhibition: “Bagel Wounds.” Potentially, whole room could be made to resemble a counter top, as if what is called Space-time were this, as if we ourselves were slid endlessly back and forth across this counter of space.

Customer told attendant that no one from India does yoga while latter wiped coffee grounds from fluted rubber fridge door insulation.

The Customer that reminds of an old girlfriend — the customer that is a Construction worker asking if he can charge his phone. The Construction worker having left backpack and white hard hat in patio chair, running for the bus he nearly missed. The construction worker is handed special glasses to safely see the complete solar eclipse, but his friend saying, no, he didn’t want to look through the glasses, didn’t want to see.

Quantum Entanglement of hairbuns: yesterday’s hairbun seen in the mirror, today’s hairbun projecting from a window of the bus. (These hairbuns have a link in space-time, which only the Chinese and myself know about.) “The hairbun of yesterday in the mirror of today.” (book title). (We should have National Hairbun Center to sort all this out. When you see a person with a hairbun, watch out, as they may be transferring the contents of their minds to a satellite. When you see someone with a ponytail really watch out, for those are the “enforcers”.).. Couldn’t see any other part of that bus passenger aside from that “uploading” bun.

Attendant remarks that, when the smell of urine becomes overpowering for miles around, you’ll know he’s been held up at gunpoint (a number of hold ups having been committed recently in the area, though not this place yet). Attendant reviews plans in event of mass-shooter attack: first, barrage of stale cookies; second, serve him the “brioche”; finally, ask him if he’d like a “refill with that” and splash his face with hot coffee — the decaf.

“targeted killing” for non-state actors (Times)