On eBay, Ram Island is yours for the taking if you have a good check.
Robert Bolesta's unusual answer to his typography class assignment.
Meatcake. it seems this would be perfect for that doggie birthday party coming up, or maybe this next one instead.
Hot Dog German Opera
The last few posts I have veered away from spam titles for awhile, at least until I stop getting urged to buy penis enlarging products of all forms. So instead I found a 'Book Arts Jargonator' over on Bibliodyssey, one of my favorite blogs for interesting bizarre book illustrations. Well, the jargonator works just like a color wheel with three concentric circles that are supposed to spin independent of each other (but I am just using the one print-out- maybe will copy and make it spin some other year). There are supposedly 27,000 different combinations of words, some seemed sort of archaic so I went looking for definitions of some I have already used. After I checked a few I realized this was a jargonator meant for the print industry- back when they hand-set type and rolled it through the presses by a wheel. Well, that makes it all the better because my kid is a type freak, a letterpress nerd, a typography geek, bless his heart. So here goes:
* wayzgoose: Wayzgoose was at one time the name for an entertainment given by a master printer to his workmen each year on or about St Bartholomew's Day (24 August). This marked the traditional end of summer and the point at which the season of working by candlelight began. Later, the word came to refer to the annual outing and dinner of the staff of a printing works or the printers on a newspaper. In modern parlance, it is an annual gathering of printers. The word is of obscure origin.
Boustroph’edon: A method of writing or printing, alternately from right to left and left to right, like the path of oxen in ploughing. (Greek, bous-strepho, ox-turning.)
mutton thumper: An old term for an incompetent bookbinder.
The umlaut mark (or simply umlaut) and the trema or diaeresis mark (or simply diaeresis) are two diacritics (A diacritical mark or diacritic, also called an accent mark, is a small sign added to a letter to alter pronunciation or to distinguish between similar words. The term derives from Greek διακριτικός) consisting of a pair of dots placed over a letter. When the vowel is an i, the diacritic replaces the tittle (The tittle first appeared in Latin manuscripts in the 11th century, to distinguish the letter i from strokes of nearby letters. Although originally a larger mark, it was reduced to a dot when Roman-style typefaces were introduced.). The two diacritics are very similar in appearance, and the distinction between them is not always made
glottle stop: 4 audible examples of a glottle stop. For example- a pronunciation of butter without pronouncing the 't's, buh-er.
I'm tired~~~
I'm lyin' on the barren ground that's baked and cracked with drought,
And dunno if my legs or back or heart is most wore out;
I've got no spirits left to rise and smooth me achin' brow --
I'm too knocked up to light a fire and bile the billy now.
Oh it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin', in flies an' dust an' heat,
Or it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-a-mpin'
through mud and slush 'n sleet;
It's tramp an' tramp for tucker -- one everlastin' strife,
An' wearin' out yer boots an' heart in the wastin' of yer life.
They whine o' lost an' wasted lives in idleness and crime --
I've wasted mine for twenty years, and grafted all the time
And never drunk the stuff I earned, nor gambled when I shore --
But somehow when yer on the track yer life seems wasted more.
A long dry stretch of thirty miles I've tramped this broilin' day,
All for the off-chance of a job a hundred miles away;
There's twenty hungry beggars wild for any job this year,
An' fifty might be at the shed while I am lyin' here.
The sinews in my legs seem drawn, red-hot -- 'n that's the truth;
I seem to weigh a ton, and ache like one tremendous tooth;
I'm stung between my shoulder-blades -- my blessed back seems broke;
I'm too knocked out to eat a bite -- I'm too knocked up to smoke.
The blessed rain is comin' too -- there's oceans in the sky,
An' I suppose I must get up and rig the blessed fly;
The heat is bad, the water's bad, the flies a crimson curse,
The grub is bad, mosquitoes damned -- but rheumatism's worse.
I wonder why poor blokes like me will stick so fast ter breath,
Though Shakespeare says it is the fear of somethin' after death;
But though Eternity be cursed with God's almighty curse --
What ever that same somethin' is I swear it can't be worse.
For it's trampin', trampin', tra-a-mpin' thro' hell across the plain,
And it's trampin' trampin' tra-a-mpin' thro' slush 'n mud 'n rain --
A livin' worse than any dog -- without a home 'n wife,
A-wearin' out yer heart 'n soul in the wastin' of yer life. Henry Lawson
~~~but not this tired.
Incredible Salsa Dancing in Colombia
The other day I was talking about the 300+# guy who came in dead last at the Boston Marathon and I found: Jacob's websitehere. You can follow his trek along 26 miles but WHOA NELLIE.
There he is crossing my old driveway with my kid's elementary school in the background! Go Jacob! If you would have done this a few years ago instead of lying on the couch, I would have been out there for ya with a hose and a fist full of oranges! You could have used my bathroom like so many other runners over the years- although there were a few who just squatted in my front yard so as not to lose time. We would have cheered you on! But the good thing is that you will go down in the legend books, like Rosie Ruiz. Sure there were 20,000 people running but I betcha that a few years from now your name will be the symbol of perserverance and determination. Hey, nobody remembers which Kenyon won this year or last year or next year- but you, my friend, are a real hero. Congratulations.
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Helle Jorgensen's sea creature crochet.
This is the coolest thing- it looks like a huge bullet in the corner of a room and comes apart to be 4 chairs and a table! Ingenious.
Obelisk ChairsAnd finally finally for final- in the last post I mentioned the tortilla artist and saw that he was a finalist for the artistic-food award on the Food Channel this week. he came in second, but I am proud, feel like I know him now that I have done my investigative reporting (!). (It's a joke folks)
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