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Books

I’m a book guy. I like good books to read, and I like pretty books to look at and handle.

But I don’t like musty-smelling books. For those who do, there’s Classic Musty Scent. Check out the list of compatible files.

[Link from @foliosociety]

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Ants Own Everything

It’s been awhile since I posted about ants (here and here), but they keep being cool.

BBC News has a headline called: Ant mega-colony takes over world

In short, they believe that a huge colony has spread all over (probably hitching a ride with humans), and members won’t fight against each other.

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Walk Tall Walkman

walkman

Thirty short years ago, the scene changed. Happy birthday, Walkman!

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Fuck you, Boston

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Water on his tongue beginning to boil

space suit

What would happen to your body if you were suddenly in deep space without a spacesuit (our grandkids’ equivalent of up a creek without a paddle)?

You would actually be ok for a while. As long as you don’t try to hold your breath.

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Anti-Fluoride Extremists Bare Their Teeth

This is in the small city closest to the teeny town where my wife grew up (and her parents still live).

…anger over fluoridating Geelong’s water supply mounted today.

P.S. Geelong is pronounce /jih LONG/

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Old News is Good News

If you have hours and hours to kill, then check out Chronicling America, a site dedicated to old newspapers and the stories they print.

At the moment, you can view papers from 1880 to 1922 (from California, DC, Florida, Hawaii, Kentucky, Minnesota, Missouri, Nebraska, New York, Texas, Utah, and Virginia).

Search, print, save, zoom in and out, etc.

Here’s a link to a little story out of Kitty Hawk, NC. Zoom in to the story in the upper left corner (you can draw a box to zoom in on, or just zoom in on the whole page then move it around).

[Link found on the Library of Congress blog]

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Einstein Sees a Silver Lining

Or, at least, an unrelated happy event.

Here’s a line from one of his letters to a friend:

“The little one is very sickly and must go to Arosa [where there’s a sanatorium] for a year. My wife is also ailing. Worries and more worries. Nevertheless, I have found a nice generalization of the Sommerfield-Epstein quantum law.”

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Error Message

Dealing with my health insurance’s online presence is amazingly frustrating.

One small example is this error I received when trying to reset my password:

“The reset function is unavailable at this time.

NOTE: Representatives at this phone number can only help you with Registration, Forgotten User Name, Forgotten Password issues. For all other issues, please use the number found on the back of your ID card.”

Um. I didn’t use ANY number. I’m not on the phone right now. Am I? Hello?

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Peachy Keen

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Signing In

Some esoteric grammar talk coming up. Run and hide.

I haven’t seen this addressed anywhere else, so here I am addressing a need. (I haven’t looked very hard, but whatever.)

Do you “sign into” the web site, or “sign in to” the web site? It’s used both ways all over the place, but in my opinion, only one way makes sense.

“Sign in” (like “look up,” in the sense of “consult a dictionary”) is a phrasal verb. In other words, both Sign and In are necessary to complete the verb.

In other words again, “I sign in to see my account” is different from “I sign in ink.” The action in the former is “Sign In” and in the latter, “Sign.”

Getting into the web site is a matter of signing in. Not signing. So you keep both “sign” and “in” just as they are, without changing the “in” to an “into.” Am I making sense?

How about this conversation:

A: Where are you going?

B: I’m going into this bar.

Now this:

A. Where are you signing?

B. I’m signing into this web site.

And finally:

A. Where are you signing in?

B. I’m signing in to this web site.

The first and the last make sense. The middle one doesn’t.

By the way, this is why both words should be capitalized in a headline, even if prepositions are otherwise not:

“Weeklyrob Signs In to His Account” vs. “Weeklyrob Learns Semaphore and Signs into the Sky”.

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Pan (ic; demic; demonium)

It means absolutely nothing has changed since yesterday, except for the way it feels.

Swine Flue is a pandemic.

Australia (especially my probably-someday-to-be-adopted city of Melbourne) has allowed the enemy to gain a foothold. Same with the U.K., I guess, and Japan.

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Congratulations to English!

Balloons
The English language has (arguably) hit its million-word mark.

See for yourself.

[Thanks to @foliosociety]

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Big Book

long book

If anyone’s interested in Agatha Christie, or books, check out this beast. The front cover is over a foot away from the back cover.

Funny thing is, it’s only 4,000 pages. They could have made it bigger all round, sparing the footlongedness of it all. But obviously they didn’t want to!

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R.I.P. Tom Paine

Tom Paine believed in Liberty, and he fought tyranny his whole life. His writings helped spark a revolution, the effects of which are still felt to this day, exactly 200 years after his death.

He also believed in God, but not in the Bible, which got him in some hot water here and there. And the French loved him, then hated him, then weren’t sure either way. Same with the Americans. (The British were pretty sure they hated him all the time.)

I’ve got his Writings, but have only read “Common Sense” and a bit of “Age of Reason.” Maybe this is a good time to read more.

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Patriots Should Use Sacagawea Dollars

Sacagawea Dollar

There, I’ve said it.

If you live in the United States and want to fight the national debt, then buy and use Sacagawea dollars.

The potential savings to the US is apparently 500 million bucks. Ok, that’s paltry when compared to the actual national debt, but it’s nothing to sneeze at. Don’t think about the national debt if that’s not your thing. Think about taxes, or something else that represents money to you.

I know, it’s easier to carry a bunch of bills than a bunch of coins. I get it. But I also know that there are plenty of places where the single dollar (or pound) just doesn’t come in paper. And it’s really ok. It’s a small thing to suffer.

I keep hearing about how Americans don’t ever want to sacrifice anything. No smaller cars just to reduce our dependancy on foreign oil. No recycling just to reduce landfills. No tax increase to cover some of the finances of the war that apparently the majority of people wanted to fight.

Is this too much to ask? How about this: When handed a little gold dollar, don’t complain. Ok, that’s the new goal. Forget about using them, just don’t COMPLAIN about them. Don’t announce to the world how you hate them. Please? For me?

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Einstein

einstein as a young man

I’m reading a biography of Einstein, by Walter Isaacson. There are lots of “didja knows” throughout the book, but the theme seems to be how Einstein’s creativity and irreverence were the keys to his scientific life and success.

A few notable items that have nothing to do with that theme:

1. He had an illegitimate child (a daughter), with the woman who later became his first wife.

No one outside his family (and very few inside it) knew of the child until after his death, when some letters were discovered. All indications are that he never met her, and to this day, we don’t know whether she was given up for adoption, died young, or something else.

2. His Nobel prize wasn’t for relativity or for finding that energy equals the speed of light (in a vacuum) squared. It was basically for discovering photons. Most science majors probably already know that.

3. When we think of his genius and his huge insight that changed the world, we shouldn’t picture the old guy with crazy hair. He wasn’t an old guy when he wrote those amazing papers in the early 1900s. He was a young guy, in his 20s and early 30s. I think that’s important somehow.

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Failure to Communicate

Sitcoms are Stupid

In the world of sitcoms and dumb movies, a guy going to a foreign land is bound to say something completely idiotic in the strange language.

While shaking hands with a possible business partner, he says, “your rhinoceros is very snotty.”

Or “your mother is pregnant with my baby.”

Then, either everyone laughs while he says, “what did I say?” or he goes about his life without noticing the puzzled looks that follow him.

It’s very stupid. Where did he learn the phrase? What made him say it?

Have you ever, upon meeting a stranger, blurted out a string of vowel and consonant sounds, hoping that it’ll mean something?

But It Could Happen

Mistakes do happen, of course. You try to say a particular word, but get it slightly wrong and it means something different. Or your accent is bad, and the word you’re saying sounds like something else.

Or you don’t know the exact word, so use other words to get the idea across, and sound kind of silly. Happens all the time.

My Personal Hit List

Here are things that happened to me. Of course, I’m leaving out all the many times that I couldn’t figure out what was being said, or I couldn’t make myself understood. What follows is a short list of the ones I ended up working out.

THEY TRIED IN ENGLISH:

1. CheekBeard. A Dutch guy was cutting my hair and wanted to know whether I wanted sideburns. So he asked, “do you want your…cheekbeard?”

This is probably a direct translation of how the Dutch say sideburns. It cracked me up, and I laughed hard and at some length. The guy got kind of annoyed, and with reason, but I just couldn’t help it. The word tickled me.

2. Potatoes. I was very sick, and stumbled into the doctor’s office. She did some stuff that I can’t remember, then looked at me and asked, “Have you had potatoes?”

Now, I’d been working on this farm for about 5 months, and as far as I could remember, we’d had potatoes every damn day. So I said, “yes, I’ve had potatoes.” Good God, do I have some kind of potato disease?

She put an IV in, and after a while my head cleared. Hepatitis. Have I had hepatitis?

That was the last time I could honestly answer that question with a no and I blew it by saying yes.

3. Caving. The Italian family gathered around, and after talking amongst themselves for a while, the father tried to tell me what they were talking about.

“You,” he said, “you, caving costa ner.” Big smile.

Caving? On the Costa Ner? No. Where’s the Costa Ner?

This one took a long time to get through. Some of this isn’t just a language issue, because they were saying that I look like Kevin Costner, which I don’t.

I TRIED IN FRENCH:

I was speaking to a French-speaking guy about Caracas. I’d never been there, but I was telling him that another friend had called it an ugly and dangerous city.

“Une ville laide et dangereuse.”

The first three words should be pronounced sort of like, “OON VEEYA LED….”

I, making the classic American mistake when speaking French, dropped the ending consonants. Hence: “OON VEE LAY….”

My friend was very confused. I had said, “A life milk and dangerous.”

A far cry from the sitcom lazy attempts, but still pretty funny once we figured it out.

Bonus Material!

In an expensive restaurant, it slightly bugs me when a waiter doesn’t know how to pronounce a foreign-language item on the menu. Not a big issue, but they should train them better. We look to them for help on these things.

But it’s happened several times that I’ve ordered the Salade Niçoise (pronounced NEESWAZ), and the ignorant waiter has corrected me. “Oh, you want the salade NEESWAH?”

They make the (previously noted) classic mistake of thinking that all French words drop that last consonant, especially when it’s an S.

And finally, every single time I typed the word, “consonant” in this post (including the one in this sentence), I’ve misspelled it and gotten the red underline. Why can’t I remember how to spell that word?

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