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What is your name? What is your quest? What is your favorite color?
Wait, give me some time to think.
What do you want?*
Do I want to start a new Open Thread? Yes, yes I do.
* see also
2. can I get back to you on this?
3. Teal ...er, no YAAAAAAAA
The full set of B5 Questions (and the Crusade Question) seem very appropriate these days...
Who are you?
What do you want?
Why are you here?
Where are you going?
Who do you serve, and who do you trust?
But where are we coming from?
@2: Somehow...especially appropriate, these days....
Does anybody really know what time it is?
How many clocks do you think we have?
What do you do with a BA in English?
How do you solve a problem like Maria?
When? Where? Who? Which?
Did you know the BBC has a bunch of resources to help you learn to sing or sing better, including to help you find your vocal range?
But if I've lost my talkative stove-top, how am I going to find my vocal range?
Re whistling, @959 and 960 in 215: I do it with lips pursed and tonguetip to the backs of my lower front teeth. Pitch is controlled by tiny variations in the pursing of my lips, and largely by the height and shape of the hill in my tongue.
I taught myself to do that as a child, and ran up against the limits of its range. I found this frustrating. Eventually I learned to whistle on the INHALE, which gives me a whole additional lower range with the same technique (mostly the same; the tongue motions are not identical, but rhyme strongly).
I can now start at the bottom of my combined whistling range and glissando upwards starting with an inhale and proceeding smoothly to an exhale, ending up as high as I can go.
According to a documentary on competitive whistling I watched, there are two schools of whistling technique. What I do is close to what they described as the bird-call-inspired method.
I did discover not long ago that everyone I've asked to do it for me has a DIFFERENT mouth technique for making Donald-Duck style quacking noises. It's fascinating.
(mine involves clenching my teeth, making my tongue fill my entire mouth almost firmly, and sucking air in through my lips past the OUTSIDES of my teeth, admitting it past the very back of my tongue. This makes sort of squishy quacking noises, whose pitch is controlled by smiling or grimacing motions of the corners of the lips)
What's going on here? What's this all about?
Can I join in?
Shouldn't we thank an anna?
Do you think I didn't see what you just did there?
Whither? Whence? Wherefore?
Does that only work in American dialects?
(Are e.g. Brits, Aussies, etc. equally at home on the range?)
How long do you think we can keep this up?
Who do you love?
Are there futurists who are worth their salt, metaphorically, who do *not* write Sci Fi? Or are authors pretty much the cream of the crop?
My question: How do we detect and catch bots behaving badly? If we can't, what social structure for human living is the most likely to still work well?
How many lights do you see?
Are you the same "an anna" who was suspected of being a spam probe yesterday?
Isn't it great that today you're trying to detect bots behaving badly? Is there any better camouflage for a bot, then pretending to be a bot-hunter?
Can we please assume good faith? Or do I have to get cranky?
(an anna, please make sure the email address you enter matches exactly so that you build up a commenting history. No one but a mod can see the email address, but the ability to view all your posts is keyed to it.)
Do we really want a cranky Idumea?
Would Idumea Arbacoochie and her fellow gnomes like some Lindor Chocolates that I happen to have here...? (Not as good as Belgium, perhaps, but worlds better than Nestles...)
How could I possibly refuse?
Did I sound like I was questioning anyone's good faith?
If so, may I express my abject apology? Will Idumea and an anna please forgive me?
(But if I actually suspected I was dealing with a bot, would I really tease it about pretending not to be a bot, given that bots have no sense of humour?)
And will someone more knowledgeable than I am, address the substance of an anna's question?
I can whistle in two ways, one basically making a shhh sound that sometimes turns whistley, if that makes sense? And the other I can do only if I have a forkful of hot food in front of me, however strange the connection between brain and mouth may be-- does anyone else have that kind of thing? Or am I alone in my inability to whistle on command without dinner?
Do we all remember the failure mode of clever? Can newcomers expect to know our culture when even the moderator thought the comment was a dig?
Shall we move on, though?
How could I have managed to completely forget how the movie set that scene? Or is this not the version with Dreyfuss as the Player?
How could Jon Rubinstein be such a sharp-edged Guildenstern(*) just a decade after playing the classic naif in Pippin?
How young must someone have been not have seen the Karamazovs doing those lines while steal-juggling?
(not abi's clip; 20th-anniversary stage production, with John Wood as the Player.)
an anna @18: Is Wikipedia's list of futurists any good?
catchups from the previous thread:
seconding Elliot Mason @ 902: the deepest bass I've ever sung with reminded me of the description of Gordon in The Chrysalids (uka Rebirth) -- although his speaking voice was also low. That's a very extreme case (an MD told me years later that this guy probably knew what was coming (death very young of congestive heart failure), but I'd say the tenors in my current chorus average wider than the basses and at least as tall.
Elliott Mason @ 925: what, they've never heard of Lauren Bacall?
Bill Higgins @ 959: I use over-the-tongue whistling for rough effect (e.g., if I'm trying to imitate an instrument or vocal style that needs more treble). Have you tried converting that to flutter-tongue? (I taught myself that after Noyes Fludde, which uses it for the flight of the dove, because I thought it was a neat effect.) My whistling range is somewhere very close to my voice range -- which is baffling since the pitch mechanisms are (AFAIK) completely unrelated.
Relatedly, does Henry Ford count as a futurist?
Do the Quaker utopian industrialists, like Hershey and Cadbury and Pullman, who created model toy villages for their workers and tried to shape the entire future of living?
Does Frederick Law Olmsted, who tried to do similar things through landscape design?
I wonder if my great-grandmother's hog call method counts as whistling?
Does anyone else know how to put their tongue near the top of the hard palate and hold it there while relaxing the tip, and blow past, so it flutters and makes a purring sound (unvoiced), or an ay-yi-yi Xena-esque call if voiced?
Does Eli Whitney count as a futurist, for his long championing of interchangeable parts as the ideal case of manufacturing? Does it matter that he never actually managed to pull it off in practice? Or does that lack of payoff in his own lifetime make him even MORE future-looking?
Is there any online resource for learning these multitude of whistling techniques?
Am I alone in thinking that Lauren Bacall's famous instruction are more for blowing a raspberry than for whistling?
Does Buckminster Fuller count as a futurist? Alvin Toffler? Neither of them wrote SF, right?
When we get tired of questions, could we use, like, uptalk?
Would that make even, like, the statements? Sound like, you know, questions?
Or would doing as oldster suggests just make us sound Canadian?
Is it possible to get tired of questions?
After only 38 comments? Including three with no questions at all in them?
Are the shades of Pemberley to be thus polluted? (Does anyone else think The Shades of Pemberley would be a great band name?)
Jacque #3: And do you know where you're going to?
In HLN: Can Local Man appeal an erroneous parking ticket? Did the parking enforcer notice that the house number they wrote on the ticket, 210, did not match the "odd" side of the street prohibition the local man was cited for? Is local man happy that the appeal form is on paper and needs to be mailed on?
Does Bettridge's Law of Headlines apply to HLN?
Seen elseweb as a possible new nickname for the present inhabitant of 1600 Pennsylvania Avenue: Caestulus.
What does the Fluorosphere think?
Is chocolate the answer? This may explain a lot.
* * *
Growing up back east, I was vaguely aware of "hard water" and "water softeners." I always figured this involved a filter, or chemical that caused precipitation, to get rid of the excess minerals.
The other week I was roaming around Fred Meyer, looking for ice-melt solution, the powdered stuff you spread on icy walks and drives to melt it. Not a bag or shaker-bucket to be found. I did find a big sack of . . . "Morton Water Softener" pellets. Which turn out to be basically . . . salt? Bean-sized pellets of glossy salt.
Which leads me to ask: Does "softened" water pose problems to people on low-sodium diets? Is the amount required so small that it is just background noise?
(I ended up buying the salt pellets, and having at them with a mallet. They seemed to work in the last ice storm.)
Oldster #20, I had missed that, sorry. I will use this email address from now on.
Tom #25, how well did Buckminster Fuller and Alvin Toffler do at visualizing where we are now?
Elliott #29, thank you for the Wikipedia list. It's long. Does anyone know which ones were visionaries, in the sense of seeing us as we are in 2017 and how we could steer to get to a good place?
Idumea #27, I had forgotten the failure mode of clever and had to look it up. It is something like "a shoal".
I am asking about the bots thing because I'm not sure how you structure society so that individuals and societies (especially online ones, but also real life ones) aren't (both) vulnerable to them. I don't think we're doing a great job.
Two non-SF-writer futurists that come to mind: James Cascio and Alex Steffan. Neither of whom are in a sprightly mood right now.
* * *
I finished my move to Oregon 15 years ago . . . well, tomorrow or Friday, as best as I can recall.
The office is getting its first update (carpets, paint, lobby re-work) ever since I started work here. Also, they're replacing fogged window panes this week . . . when we have temps in the 30s F, high winds, and snow and ice blowing through tomorrow and the day after. Hmmnnnnrrrrr?
Stefan @ #43
If chocolate is not the answer then you ae asking the wrong question.
Water softeners are an ion exchange process, and the salt is used to reactivate the ion exchange matrix when it stops working.
The word 'Permutit' rings a faint bell.
(Unless my tinnitus is playing up again.)
Seagoon: What is that lump on your nut?
Moriarty "That is the difference between margarine."
If you're really worried about sodium, consider asking your plumber if he can fix it so the cold-water tap in the kitchen is hard water, and the others are soft. It's doable, but not necessarily easy.
(My father had the cold water in the kitchen in Texas, and the instant-hot-water thing, plumbed for hard water. The rest got softened. The water softener was in the basement, and the bags of salt pellets are 40 lbs....I can lift that much, actually. But the bags got to ride the chairlift down.)
#46: "reactivate the ion exchange matrix" sounds wonderfully like a bit of Star Trek: TNG techno-babble.
#48: No sodium problems myself, just curious if that's a problem. The local water is fine; there are probably folks with hard well water in the rural areas beyond the urban growth boundary.
Stefan Jones @43:
"Hard water" typically has lots of calcium, magnesium, and other barely water-soluble minerals dissolved in it, in small quantities. These precipitate out in pipes, toilet tanks, humidifiers, heating systems, etc and cause problems.
Most obviously, soaps are metallic salts of fatty acids. The sodium salts are solids, and the potassium salts are liquid (at room temperature) and thus form bar and liquid soaps. Both sodium and potassium salts are water-soluble, so they bind with grease and oils and rinse them down the drain.
But calcium and magnesium salts of fatty acids are not water soluble, so in hard water instead of helping oil and water mix down the drain, it precipitates out onto your skin , tub, clothes, or dishes (depending on what you are trying to wash with soap), and can even help clog drains.
Water softeners that use salt attempt to do an "ion exchange": by passing the hard water through a resin bed that is full of sodium ions, the calcium ions bind to the resin, and the sodium ions are released to take their place. The end result is that instead of having 100 ppm of calcium carbonate, it'll have 100ppm of sodium carbonate, which isn't going to come out of solution the same way.
100ppm of sodium isn't a lot; seawater is in the 6000ppm range.
Ah, Permutit is artificial zeolite.
I grew up and live in Chicago. Apparently our water is neither hard nor soft as a general thing, though individual houses can have enough mineral or iron buildup to stain their porcelain fixtures, build up in pipes, etc.
I've never really noticed a problem with hard water, possibly because of where I've lived, but in Modesto, CA, where my in-laws live, HOLY CRAP is everything OVERSOFTENED.
In the hotel I had to start taking a shower with the amount of soap I'd usually use to wash my HANDS lightly because it took five minutes of rinsing to get the slippery off. And don't even ask me about washing my hands in public restrooms.
Every. Flipping. Building. has water softeners on all their lines, and all set to "OBLITERATE".
Why do people do that?
#50 Thanks for the summary!
I once encountered phenomenally hard water. It was in a cattle watering "pool" on a farm in southern Kansas where a high-power rocketry launch was held. It tasted and smelled of clay; enough that no one really wanted to drink it when there was any alternative, e.g., brought from town.
I had no problem drinking it, and submerging my head and shoulders and as much of my torso in it as I could arrange, after wandering out in the sun for upwards of an hour in search of a lost rocket.
It was hot and dry enough that day that my t-shirt was dry within minutes.
The water in California tends to be just slightly softer than the rocks. I used to have to clean out my tea-kettle, because I'd get a quarter inch of mineral deposits on the inside bottom. Every year. (My mother's description of the water without softening was something like "you need a cold chisel to get it out of the tap".)
As far as Ford, Pullman, and the like... I think a "futurist," proper, can be distinguished by an emphasis on predicting or exploring the future rather than building it. You could be both, but I think to do that you'd have to separate the activities at least a bit: set out your predictions and also try to build something. "I think X is going to happen and so I want us to have Y around when it does" counts, "I think the world would be better with Y" is something different.
Whitney blurs the case, but I think "trying and failing" has maybe more in common with building than with exploring?
In that sense, you're writing a certain species of SF, but whether you also write genre novels/short fiction is (it seems to me) more the question here.
Anna, what does it mean for a futurist to be "worth their salt?" If you're looking for specific predictive accuracy, that's a very hard criterion to meet. "Does this provide a useful way of thinking about the world" is more my speed... But then, I tend towards a historian's worldview, and that's also what I expect of a history.
("Something like a shoal" was beautiful, by the way.)
Have you considered the question Elliott raises in #29?
Shouldn't Albert Robida be on it?
If Bruce Sterling (undeniably a futurist) is best known as an SF writer, shouldn't that be mentioned?
Is alphabetizing by first names really a good idea?
By what criteria are some SF writers listed as futurists, while others do not qualify? Might our packet-pal Charlie Stross make the grade?
Did Leonardo da Vinci really make pronouncements about the future, or did he merely invent cool stuff?
Is it fair to call Richard Feynman a futurist, just because some list-editor was fond of Feynman?
Should every artificial-intelligence researcher be added to the list?
Is Renzo Provinciali really the only Italian Futurist who is also a futurist in the sense meant here?
And is there honey still for tea?
Regarding softened water: some of the slippery on your skin is not soap, it is your skin oil dissolving more than it does in hard water.
I have really horrible well water, softened and filtered and technically drinkable, though I buy spring water in 5 gallon jugs for drinking and cooking. If I stop feeling a bit of slickness on my skin during showers I know I've gone too long between refilling the salt tank.
If I spend too much time in hotels with unsoftened water my skin feels sludgey -- it is all a question of what you get used to.
HLN: Am I officially a crazy cat lady again? After about 3 years of having 3 cats and insisting that was the limit, local woman has adopted a 4th. Pretty little one-eyed female, about 4 1/2 months, pastel orange and white. Local kitten is active, playful, and cuddly; appears to be recovering well from loss of eye. Local adult cats' reactions are varied.
If I end a sentence with a rising inflection, does it count as a question? #Australian #Kiwi
Why is a mouse when it spins?
Which sf novel cites this? I think I picked it up from John Brunner.
If the WH says that Trump had a tantrum because "he was tired & fatigue was setting in," is that a "declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office"?
25th Amendment time yet?
And incidentally: what's 2 cubed times 3 cubed?
If my die is cubed, what are the odds of rolling three 2s in a row? three 3s in a row?
What's the date two weeks from today (in US format)?
Having decided in advance which barricades I'm willing to die on, how do I keep from dying before I get to the barricades?
Nancy Lebovitz @61: I don't know what it's originally from, but I know the Fourth Doctor quotes it--either in "Robot" or in "Robots of Death".
Not sure what it is about robots that invokes mice.
Elliott Mason @52: My grandmother lived in Acampo, which is about forty miles or so from Modesto, and her well water was so softened that it was (to me) almost too revolting to drink. My parents always said she used too much softener, but I don't know what the water was like without it.
Now the place is on the municipal water line, but I haven't been in it for twenty years, so I don't know if it's any better.
Read me, Dr. Memory?
"Don't you think he looks tired?"
As long as Bannon goes with Trump, I don't care which part of the constitution is used to get rid of him.
As Mr Morden and his associates would ask: What do you want?
(Points to Vir for the best answer.)
How does asking questions make you feel?
There are a number of ways in which I whistle. I can't whistle with my fingers in my mouth, so that's the loudest one gone.
There's the plain way, mouth the size of the inside of a Life Saver (you can whistle through a Life Saver when you first take it out of the package, by the way) with the tongue controlling pitch. Whistling low this way seems almost like a different method. You can also whistle on the inhale with this one, and if you don't sound overly different doing that, you can manage some pretty long phrases. A variant is to have the tip of the tongue anchored behind the front bottom teeth, and pitch is controlled by moving the middle of the tongue up and down. A high range is found when the tongue contrives to fill most of the mouth, leaving a small area controllable by the tip of the tongue in the front of the mouth.
There's whistling through your teeth, a melodious ess sound with the mouth moving a lot.
There's the Andy Griffith Theme ("The Fishing Hole') whistle, which has the tip or side of the tongue anchored, so as to produce two tones, usually about a third apart.
Trilling or warbling is something I usually do by putting the back of the tongue where the soft palate will catch the air just right and give the intermittent air supply.
Can't seem to think of any others right now that I have any success with.
Footnote: I have this theory that Doc Savage's mysterious trilling sound doesn't actually issue from his mouth, or even from his head. Did he smile or look around afterward? The writers don't say.
Open threadiness: Has anyone else been watching _The Expanse_? I've been pretty impressed with the first season (which I just finished). Pretty decent hard SF, engaging characters, political/social/economic turmoil, and while the storyline isn't especially close, a lot of the imagery and mood of the story (especially the parts set in the Belt) remind me of Firefly.
I AM AWAKE 9 HOURS 1 MINUTE 44 SECONDS
LESS THAN 1 PERCENT OF FREIGHT DRAIN
5 JOBS, 2 DETACHED
MINIMUM ENTRY GATE 1
TOTALING BALANCE NATIONAL DEBT:
3 4 5 6 BOXCARS
How many roads must a man walk down before you call him a man?
Have you read the text of the 25th Amendment recently? Have you noticed it's actually really hard to invoke without the agreement of the President?
I watched the first season last year, and then read the first book of the series it was based on. I was surprised by the divergence from the book (none of the book is set on Earth, so the entire Earth-based story arc is not in the book; the first season ends about 2/3 of the way through the book). My feeling is that the TV adaptation is working off of the whole book series, and the Earth side of things is in a different book.
I plan on watching the 2nd season, but I'm afraid it falls into the "in my copious free time" category right now.
"The Expanse" stopped where it did because they wanted to end Season One on a cliffhanger. I could ask Daniel & Ty on Saturday if the tv show will - as suggested here - adapt individual books, or the book series as a whole. As for Avasarala and Bobbie being brought in earlier in the tv version... After the first novel, the authors realized that they had given short shrift to women and corrected the situation with these two characters who turned out to be so popular that tv put them in Season One. One last thing... In Season Two, Avasarala may be a bit more foul-mouthed, and more like her book counterpart.
Why would you ask whether I have read it, when I pasted a portion of it in my earlier comment? Didn't that suggest to you that I had in fact read it?
Did you notice the part in Section 4 whether the VP and a majority of the cabinet can trigger it without the agreement of the President?
And did I say it would be easy? Did I suggest it would be likely to happen?
Can we avoid squabbling over small things, when in all likelihood we probably agree about the larger ones?
(Is there something about interrogation that makes people sound ill-tempered?)
Has anyone else read Lagoon by Okorafor?
Does anyone else think it's vaguely like Illuminatus!
Would people like a spoiler thread for the book?
It mentions that the aliens ask such good questions it's a pleasure to answer them. I think this is all off-stage, but it's still an ideal I like.
Aw. May I leave these KIND nut bars with dark chocolate and sea salt here for the gnomes? (Do gnomes like sea salt with their chocolate bars?)
Have we thanked an anna enough for starting this?
And (for those of you who like this sort of thing) -- does everyone have the latest installment of the Peter Grant series by Ben Aaronovitch?
I watched and enjoyed The Expanse, S1, but it seemed like a chore at times because so many unpleasant people. A lot of the impetus to keep watching came from the "wow, they're getting so much of the actual-interplanetary-travel stuff correct!"
I tried watching the season opener of The Magicians last night. I liked season one, and actually thought it was more interesting than the book, but half way through S2E1 I thought "I'm not sure what's going on, and you know, I really don't like any of these characters." CLICK.
Having dialed back on news and Twitter, I have been watching more silly TV. I'm catching up on Season 7 of Adventure Time, and I have a week of Steven Universe in reserve.
Re: the "flapping his hands around" thread.
Does ASL include the pulling your thumb off gesture? If so, what does it mean? If not, why not?
I'm looking forward to S2 of The Expanse. I watched S1 of Magicians, but I decided it was too much "assholes being assholes" so I have dropped it.
(Penny is not an asshole. He is permanently pissed at being surrounded by assholes.)
(The Expanse contains assholes, and also war, privation, misery, and death. But... it's the optimistic show anyhow. Somehow.)
I am watching Supergirl, Flash, and Arrow (but not Legends). Steve Universe, of course. And I have just started S1 of Person of Interest; it plays *weird* against the current political climate.
(Did Killjoys gets renewed? I think iZombie did.)
When I first started whistling couldn't do it exhaling, but only inhaling. That has resulted in me being able to whistle continuously and endlessly, without having to take breaths-- because whistling IS breathing.
Re countertenors: the best countertenor I ever knew was a true tenor, but he sang church repertoire; we had another fellow in the same group who was of the operatic Italian sort (in all senses), and he couldn't do it.
Do you mind if I drop the questioning aspect for the rest of this post?
I hadn't noticed that it was you who posted part of the text earlier, my apologies. It's exactly the "agreement of the Cabinet and the VP" portion that becomes difficult, with a Cabinet selected on the basis of personal loyalty to the President, I think; it becomes even more so since that's only a temporary measure unless Congress agrees to its continuation.
It's really written for "The guy's seriously ill, but may recover" rather than "The guy is barking mad, but we will profit from his madness."
Elliott Mason @31, Henry Ford definitely was a futurist, an enthusiastic one -- but like most futurists, he was wrong most of the time.
Ford believed that he could and should transform all fair-skinned immigrants into pseudo-Englishmen, thus ensuring the preservation unto eternity of the perfect culture.
Ford believed that he could assemble a (literal) boatload of experts to bring a swift end to the First World War.
The ways in which Ford actually did shape the 20th Century were things which he would have done anything he could have done short of shutting down his factories to prevent: radical changes to teen dating habits and sexual mores, for instance.
The American eugenics movement and its main thinkers were also, under that reasoning, futurists.
I mean, not ones whose future I would want to live in, but that's certainly not a requirement for the position.
oldster, lorax @84:
It seems, at a minimum, given an unwilling Trump, to require the following sequence:
1. Cabinet and VP tell Congress Trump is Bonkers.
2. Trump tells Congress that so-called Acting President Pence is a disloyal liar who lies, and he is decidedly not bonkers.
3. Cabinet and VP tell Congress (within 4 days) that Trump really is Bonkers.
4. Congress convenes, holds quick hearings on the matter, and votes by 2/3 majority that Trump is bonkers within 21 days.
5. At that point, we have a regency, with Acting President Pence.
Yes. Third link in the OP, plus footnote.
Next time I just give up and Rickroll you all.
Nancy Lebovitz @61,
Are you looking for Eric Frank Russell, in a short story which I think was called Diabologic.
When are we getting ostriches?
abi @ #88
Indeed, and this moose had a very enjoyable time watching the B5 clips that followed, to the point that the DVDs will be hauled out and rewatched soon.
Appropriately, '88' is "Love & Kisses" in telegraphese, which is exactly what you deserve for all your efforts on our behalf.
For 25/4 purposes, does the cabinet include the un-vetted-by-congress aids, family members, and cronies?
#90: After extreme vetting.
The Eugenics movement is sort of an object lesson in how widely-held elite opinion can go off a cliff. A huge number of the best and brightest were true believers in this idea that now looks to us like monstrous nonsense. Keynes, Pearson, Fisher, Huxley, Sanger, Galton, Wells, and a whole lot more prominent people were supporters of eugenics (mostly the coercive kind), and there were eugenics laws in the US, UK, and a lot of Northern Europe.
And now, all that stuff is widely seen as horrible, and "eugenics supporter" is approximately equal, in the public mind, to "literally a Nazi."
It makes me wonder what widespread ideas of our time, held by all the smartest and most forward-looking people in our society, our grandchildren will think of as horrifying.
 Though the monstrous stuff was the coercive and violent parts of the eugenics idea. Without genocide and forcible sterilization, eugenics is mostly just harmless quackery.
I don't know how I missed that one!
How long is a piece of string?
How many roads must a man walk down?
albatross, #93: Don't forget that Lazarus Long is reportedly the product of an ongoing private eugenics experiment (breeding humans for a longer lifespan) that functions by means of bribery rather than coercion.
Or at least I hope so. Were the female candidates offered the same deal as the male ones? Or did they just have to take whatever guy picked them? I'm not sure that was ever made clear.
Does your countertenor go to eleven?
(i think i have the email address right. but this is from my phone, so might not.)
My purpose in requesting a thread of questions was to see what things other people were concerned about and thought were important, that hadn't been getting heard, and to see if we could get them kind of concisely. Maybe if I'd made that clearer it would have helped.
Are contributors to this thread regular Making Light contributors? Where are Patrick and Teresa?
Idumea's people of good faith, I meant.
Have you heard the people sing?
Do we need a new anti-fascist anthem?
Or possibly more drums and instruments at marches?
Does your chewing gum lose its flavour on the bedpost overnight?
Terry @ #102
I think it all depends which bedpost you leave it on.
Are more and more people here reminded of Greg Stillson every time they hear of Trump's latest antics?
an anna @ #99
Good luck with that.
(Though I note that we haven't had a poetry outbreak yet.)
Whose side are you on?
I take no side.
You're skating the edge!
I *am* the edge.
an anna @99: Most of the people here (this thread) are pretty regular posters. And the posts are pretty much the usual run of serious and silly -- you'll find some of the kind you want, but finding anything specific requires mining ability.
P&T don't comment all that often -- they have jobs and complex lives, and I'm always glad to see them when they have the time. They do much more starting the balls rolling (and it's always worth reading their links off the front page, even when I disagree with the articles).
I'm not a regular contributor, so don't take my behaviour as representative of the site. I pop in sporadically and try to offer a bit of silliness, but as abi pointed out, it often doesn't work.
You started a good thing on the last thread, even if it was not precisely the good thing you intended. That kind of serendipitous result is not uncommon on this site, which is part of why I visit it.
I hope that your suggestion will also be taken up in the way you intended, i.e. by people voicing their concerns, esp those that are not generally heard. That way, you will have started two good things.
Why does the turtle cross the road?
Are you going to Scarborough Fair?
Oh where, and oh where, has my highland laddie gone?
You may ask yourself:
Where does that highway lead to?
You may say to yourself:
My God, what have I done?
an anna #99: Yup, the contributers so far are mostly regulars (and contra oldster's comment, she comes around here often enough to count).
Any given thread here generally winds up with at least one of puns, party games, or poetry, but it's not uncommon for them to also start with one of those. Deeper questions probably will turn up over time -- no guarantees, but it takes a while to work up to that sort of thing anyhow.
On roadcrossing: I encountered an apparently suicidal opossum* last night. I slowed, drove up to it, blinked my lights at it because I'd heard that frozen deer will leap off at that, admired its bloody jaws and wiggly-niffly nose, and then drove over it. There were two small suspicious thumps as I did so, and I may have said something along the lines of, "You'd better not be fucking dead," but it wasn't, or at least it was not-dead enough that the lights of the car behind me (which drove around it rather than over it) showed it in the same posture, presumably a little miffed that its dinner was disturbed.
I mean, I like opossums. I like most mammals**. They eat a million ticks and don't carry rabies, and they look like RsOUS and have the most teeth of any mammal, and also babies, and I would totally have one as a pet if I found one at a suitable developmental stage.
On eugenics: I tend to put it in the same bucket as the death penalty these days-- sure, it looks nice in theory, but there's no way to test that theory without implementing it in a way that we are absolutely not capable of, nor can we expect to be capable of it any time soon. But I still want to take my students in for IUDs the second they start talking about dating or babies. The oh-no-you-will-ruin-your-life please-don't-second-generation-this-problem feeling might apply to gen-ed students as well as mine, but I doubt it.
Then again, a way we haven't tried to fix the problems eugenics pretends to be able to fix is actually supporting everyone. Much less life-ruining going on*** if group homes take people with kids.
*Also an excellent band name
**My mental mammal-petting flowchart seems to include 'is it actively harming me' and 'ectoparasites, y/n?' as fail conditions. I guess smell, too? Still.
***One particular student.
Elliott Mason @ 32 I think that's what I do when purring and petting a cat. Tried to check, but I can't seem to do it in the computer lab at school...
Stefan Jones @ 43 Houseplants can die from being watered with softened water, I learned while working in a nursery.
Thanks Tom, Dave, Oldster. That's helpful.
#89 ::: J Homes
I really think it was also in Brunner-- maybe something about more advanced humanity.
Meanwhile, which is heavier, feathers or lead?
#97 ::: Lee
Beyond This Horizon has a rather modest sort of eugenics (best traits from both parents) portrayed favorably and ambitious bioenigineering portrayed as very bad.
#112 ::: Dave Harmon
Food and cooking are also strong attractors for this blog. Sometimes they are deliberately invoked to cool down conflict.
an anna @various:
In a way, this place reminds me of a certain bar on Long Island that Spider Robinson used to write about. There are other online forums which try to recreate that bar more exactly (and I see several folks here from there), but this place is not directly inspired by it. Rather, I think the owners have similar ideals, leading to attracting similar people, as what lead to Robinson's creation.
We talk about anything, have flights of fancy (like whole threads where speaking in questions is encouraged, or breaking out into poetry, or recipes), share joy, share pain, ask for and give advice, comfort, etc.
This place wouldn't run without the moderation of Abi, Avram, Teresa and Patrick (and others? does the list need to be updated)? Most visibly, they remind people to be civil, and only occasionally have to be more aggressive. The rest of us keep an eye out for spam and let them know so they can nuke it.
Welcome! Look around!
Do you write poetry?
If the WH says that Trump had a tantrum because "he was tired & fatigue was setting in," is that a "declaration that the President is unable to discharge the powers and duties of his office"?
Or is it just a rephrased version of "tired and emotional"?
Buddha Buck #117: Hmm! Checking the front page, John Macdonald seems to have dropped off the masthead. Admittedly, we haven't heard much from him lately... he was last reported indulging in the enthusiastic practice of street magic. ;-)
Of all the faults of Trump, it appears he's serious about not letting "tired and emotional" apply to him.
#61, #65, and #89 set me to hunting.
In his 1955 story "Diabologic," Eric Frank Russell treated the question "Why is a mouse when it spins?" as though it were a common saying. And indeed it was, as Eric Partridge attests in A Dictionary of Catch Phrases: American and British, as was its answer, "Because the higher, the fewer." Partridge thinks it dates from "hardly before 1900." He offers an example from a 1919 letter by John Dos Passos.
Google Ngram Viewer helped me learn that the riddle was commonly known in the 1920s and 1930s. As Partridge suggests, this n-gram doesn't show up in Googles corpus of books or magazines before 1890 or so.
A solid data point: G. K. Chesterton mentions the riddle in his essay "Asking the Right Questions" in the Illustrated London News for 5 January 1907. And he seems to assume that everybody knows it.
At some point in the 20th century, the riddle slipped out of common discourse-- though it does make an appearance in the Star Trek: Next Generation episode "Cost of Living."
Serge Broom @ 104: IIRC, Stillson didn't throw public temper tantrums; he only broke his good ol' boy persona in private.
Daggit, now I'm trying to remember what story had an annoying chorus of "the higher, the fewer!" as a verging on nonsense thing.
In English, statements are converted to questions by an inversion of order.
What moral difference does their coldness make?
You found them sweet; how does that exculpate?
How does their savor earn you favor’s sake?
Is your forgiveness something you dictate?
If meant for dinner, would you have abstained?
Why speculate on their intended use?
Why emphasize their rightful owner’s thrift?
Does their location offer some excuse?
Is it fair-minded, once the deed is done
to boast of having stolen them this way?
Why not request permission first?
Once they’ve been eaten, is this just to say?
Plums, peaches, or nectarines?
Chris, #118: Or perhaps, "Someone is up way past their bedtime"?
Elliott - I remember "the higher, the fewer" featuring on an episode of ST:TNG that also involved Lwaxana Troi and Alexander (son of Worf) on the Holodeck. In a mud bath.
Dunno, the cats are repurposing it for something ev-- ...interesting.
I can whistle through my teeth, or with my tongue position and mouth shape varying as I change pitch -- I've got a range of a tad more than two and a half octaves. Whistling on the inhale, my range is more limited.
I occasionally poke at the problem of trying to whistle and vocalize/hum simultaneously, in harmony. The two can be varied somewhat independently but I have a lot of trouble trying to do it. I've got too much muscle memory keyed to vocalizing or whistling at some single tone at a time; it's a very automatic thing. And I expect that there are mouth-shape factors involved in both in ways that can't be separated.
I'm never gonna to give you up, I'm never gonna let you down... or did I just?
an anna @99,
I'm a mostly lurker myself, but recognize most of the posters as regulars. One of mine might be: in a democracy, how do we save us from ourselves? (As a species we tend to choose/vote selfishly which usually results in less overall societal good, and in the long term we (as individuals & collectively) end up in a worse state.)
Is it being too enthusiastic to post a "Bravo!"?
Nancy @78: I've read Lagoon but not Illumiatus! so I'm no help with the question. But I might be able to summon something to say about it though most of the time these days all of my conversations devolve into earnest exhortations to Resist & Call Your Representative. I could talk about Nnedi' work though I think?
My question: are people reluctant to read trilogies these days? What if the trilogy in question is all finished before the 1st volume is published? (in fact started life as a single volume & came to the conclusion it was better off dividing)? Asking for a friend.
#131 ::: Lucy Kemnitzer
I'm good for discussion of Lagoon from other angles.
Quill @ #65: Not sure what it is about robots that invokes mice.
It's probably just a coincidence of which the author of "Robot" was unaware, but there is a connection with cybernetics: according to one theory, the "mouse" in the riddle is actually part of the feedback mechanism found in a type of steam engine.
an anna @ #18: Are there futurists who are worth their salt, metaphorically, who do *not* write Sci Fi?
I am reminded of the very first convention panel discussion I ever attended, at which Stephen Dedman said firmly that predicting the future is not the purpose of Science Fiction, and is something that SF writers achieve only occasionally and usually by accident. "If we were any worse at it," he said, "we would be economists."
Oldster #124: Applause!
Is this just to say?
Have I eaten
that were in
Would you forgive me?
Were they were delicious
and so cold?
Bill Higgins #72
Hey, man, I think you broke the President.
He broke the President!
Terry Hunt @102
A question worth pondering.
When is chocolate the sweetest?
Why does the weather in Texas change every twenty minutes or so? (Seriously, it's weird here in my new home... 70-degree warm snaps followed by 20-degree cold.)
How many trails must a hiker walk down, before he reaches the top?
Is my name Cow?
Wen is it nite?
Wen will the moon
be shiyning brite?
Wil all the men
haf gone to bed?
Am i up late?
Lik i the bred?
oldster@124: Hear? Hear! Hear‽
How many were going to St. Ives?
I was just thinking about this question. I remember, in childhood, learning the "right" trick answer. It's only recently that it occurred to me to reevaluate that, given that you can meet all sorts of people on the road; not everyone walks at the same rate, after all, even when they're not herding 2744 cats and kittens and coordinating bathroom and meal breaks for eight people.
#124 oldster, AWESOME.
#141 dotless ı, there's a recent John Finnemore's Souvenir Programme that has a sketch about the St. Ives riddle. Can't remember which one though! But it's one from Series 6, one of the episodes available for streaming now via iPlayer.
Question: any of you particularly interested in the criminal justice system of New York (the state)? Because I've been invited to offer ten minutes of testimony (and then answer legislators' questions) at the New York State Assembly's public hearing on government oversight of forensic science laboratories on February 8th -- Wednesday of next week -- in NYC (PDF with more info, hearing calendar webpage). It's a hearing held jointly by the Assembly Standing Committees on Codes, on Judiciary, and on Oversight, Analysis and Investigation. I'll speak on the importance of auditability and transparency in software used in devices the government uses in laboratories and field tests, for evidentiary reasons and to improve the defensibility of convictions upon appeal, and open source as an approach to improve these. And I'll testify to the efficiency, cost savings, security, and quality gains available by using open source software and by reusing and sharing open source software with other state governments. (The hearing starts at 10 a.m. and will last into the afternoon, but I do not know when within the hearing I will speak.)
Come on by. Or, if there are things you wish me to know/bring up, let me know.
When that Aprille? Like, seriously: when?
And how cruel is it, compared to other months?
Thanks for the applause, all. It cheers me right up. If I had had more time I might have got the rhymes and scansion right.
Now it's time to call my Republican rep and let him know that I am watching and I will remember.
They are pushing through so many wicked bills in such a hurry and with so little notice, that it's almost like they realize that they have no legitimacy, no mandate, and no popular support.
But in case they're not sure, I'm happy to tell them so myself.
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
My dog is dead.
He smelled my shoe.
(stolen from 'Starlog')
oldster @124, applause! (or should that be "applause?"?)
an anna, I like the kinds of questions on this site that lead to conversations and sharing of experience, sometimes (not always) in threads specifically flagged as "nonpolitical." This is not specifically requesting such a nonpolitical thread at this time, just saying that when they arise I always enjoy them. I remember with particular fondness a discussion on the bodies of water people were attached to, and conversations about the numinous.
Serge @ #144 (And yes, that was pretty gross):
Are you sure that wasn't one of the "Excerpts from the notebooks of Hazardous Pong"?
Lee @97: Don't forget that Lazarus Long is reportedly the product of an ongoing private eugenics experiment
Well Actually, Bob, IIRC, he was a wild-type mutation, actually arose before the Howard Families were a thing.
an anna @99: Are contributors to this thread regular Making Light contributors?
Most are familiar names, yes. If you want to get a sense of a commenter's participation, you can click in the View All By link next to their name, and see their commenting history. (One of the neater features of ML, IMHO.)
Where are Patrick and Teresa?
Not presuming to speak for them, but, yes, they've been thin on the ground in recent times. IIUC, Patrick got promoted to a publisher post recently, and is doubtless up to his eyebrows as a result. Teresa is a Technomage: "Expect me when you see me."
oldster @108: I'm not a regular contributor
Are, too. ;-) See also: define "regular." =:o)
Buddha Buck @117: this place is not directly inspired by it.
Also, this community (or this instantiation of the larger community) predates the Web, and even predates the Internet. The pre-Web version that I'm most familiar with was the Usenet newsgroup cluster rec.arts.sf.*, some of which can still be found via Search Engine of Your Choice. (I don't know if there's a comprehensive archive anywhere; would be cool if there was.)
Of the pre-Internet community(ies) (which continues to exist in all its multifarious manifestations) that gave rise to the rasf* groups, there are several (many?) participants here whom I have known, or known of, for nigh onto forty (!?) years. (Boggle.)
(It was, in point of fact, Spider that prompted me to go to my first Worldcon, Iguanacon, in Phoenix in 1978. Teresa and Patrick were both on Iggy's concom. So there's a certain personal convergence there, come to think.... 8-> )
& 120: Of all the faults of Trump, it appears he's serious about not letting "tired and emotional" apply to him.
In the sense of not admitting to it, or the sense of not letting himself get to that state? 'Cause, seems to me, if the latter, he's got some considerable work to do....
Howard eugenics is also "pay for more children," not "prevent undesirables."
I feel there's a moral difference there.
And in point of fact explicitly set up resources and services to support those who, as an innevitable result of inbreeding, had health and cognition issues.
I saw this over at Lawyers, Guns, and Money, in the comments on the Bowling Green Massacre post. It's the Bowling Green Massacre Survivors Fund, and if you follow the link it's well-worth your while to click on the DONATE button, even if you do not, in fact, choose to donate.
I'd say it's one of the best rick-rolls ever.
And the mayor of Bowling Green, Kentucky has had to issue a formal denial of any massacres within the city limits. I'll bet the folks at city hall there are way less amused by this sudden fame than they could be.
"tired and emotional" has a very specific sense in the British tabloids: it means staggering drunk on alcohol. (This originated in a report of an obviously blotto MP who was described as "tired and emotional" as a euphemism. Was it in Spy?)
Like Buddha Buck, I actually believe that Trump does not drink alcohol to excess. I suspect he may abuse amphetamines or other uppers, possibly cocaine, but alcohol will not be his drug. It lowers one's defenses, both physical and emotional defenses, and he will never want to feel that he is less than in complete control.
Of course he is deluding himself to think he has any control over himself or his surroundings, but he still clings to the belief that he does, and alcohol would threaten that (unlike the uppers, which support the illusion).
TL; DR: of course in the non-British sense, Trump gets tired and emotional all of the time. But in the special Brit sense of "falling down drunk", Trump does not get "tired and emotional".
This is heartening: Progressive activism takes its toll on congressional Republicans
Finding and making a stink at public appearances is right out of the Indivisibleguide.com playbook, which is in turn from the Tea Party playbook.
Continue to give them f**king hell.
This morning I wrote my senators, asking them to demand that the Senate put Bannon through confirmation hearings, since he is effectively a cabinet member.
* You See?
Elliot, Lee, Jacque:
Yeah, the Howard Foundation stuff was different in a couple ways:
a. It was all voluntarily. If someone wants to do all-voluntary eugenics, with rewards for having extra kids with the right people, that might feel kinda creepy, but it doesn't seem particularly evil.
b. The effect they had was from selecting people with the desirable trait out of the population and then keeping their future offspring in this same selected-out group. This isn't trying to make the whole population longer-lived, it's trying to select and selectively breed a longer-lived sub-population.
I think there's something a bit like (b) that goes on all the time in the US, because of assortative mating. College graduates tend to marry college graduates; graduates from elite colleges tend to marry other graduates from elite colleges. The result is that smart men tend to marry smart women, and tend to have somewhat smarter kids than the surrounding population.
What is the "pulling your thumb off gesture"?
And what does it mean? (I know people who are fluent in ASL. Asking them requires explaining what I'm after.)
Cadbury Moose @ 146... that Starlog cartoon's title was "He-man and the Masters of the Loony Verse".
I'm familiar with rasf*. Usenet never died, and rasf* is still alive. One of the more recent threads is about who is the youngest-dying famous person (specifically about people who were famous in their own right (not because of family, etc) before dying young death. The currently youngest mentioned is Heather O'Rourke, who died aged 12. The most recent message in that thread is about TV aspect ratios, letterboxing, and pan-and-scan. So, you know, typical thread drift.
groups.google.com has made a concerted effort to preserve Usenet.
As for Trump and "tired and emotional", his elder brother "tired and emotionaled" himself to death in the early 1980's, and Trump has been a teetotaler since (and possibly before). Even stories told of the parties he hosted in the 1980's are consistent with him abstaining from alcohol. Others drank and did drugs, but he didn't. So he can't even claim he was too drunk at those parties to be in control of himself when he groped women, or worse.
Jacque @147: the lineage goes back pre-personal-computer, even, with the history of fanzines and all. Making Light grew more out of fanzines than out of rasf* -- P&T have a long history of being involved in print fanzines of the 70s and 80s, before computer communication was A Thing, and are very cognizant of the earlier history.
And print fanzines still exist, too, Buddha Buck @156. Though the economics of producing them have gotten more difficult.
The last time I saw Patrick NH on here, he was aghast that the tone of the gathering took so little heed of what was happening to the U.S. government. Now he's absent from comments, and the tone is overwhelmingly joky and convivial.
Maybe I need to go back to arithmetic school.
oldster @151: "tired and emotional" has a very specific sense in the British tabloids: it means staggering drunk on alcohol.
Ah, thank you. Totally missed that.
Stefan Jones @152: “we’re getting hammered.”
That reminds me: I need to make my calls today. To my Dem Senator and Representative: "Wild applause and cheering crowd." I've got an R Senator, though, who I don't know what to do with. Last I tried calling, his local number produced a fast-busy, and his DC line's mailbox was full. I've been sending emails, and getting receipt notices, which I guess are better than nothing.
demand that the Senate put Bannon through confirmation hearings, since he is effectively a cabinet member.
That's an excellent idea. Added that to my list.
Buddha Buck: Usenet never died, and rasf* is still alive.
Oh, yay! Last I looked in, it had been hopelessly swamped with spam, though that was 10ish years ago. How are they faring these days on that front?
Others drank and did drugs, but he didn't.
Though that "cocaine sniff" he was exhibiting at the debates was highly suggestive....
an anna @158:
It's not really my place to try to explain what's going on in another person's head, but let me assure you that what you're reading into the presence or absence of Patrick or Teresa isn't accurate.
Let's draw this line of speculation to a close; it's actually kind of intrusive. If you want to reach him at a time when you think he isn't reading Making Light, I'd suggest his Twitter account, which is (unsurprisingly) @pnh.
The Main Stream Media won't even acknowledge that the horrific Bowling Green Massacre happened!
Don't forget the victims and survivors. Donate today!
;-) x 1000
re 150: The Bowling Green Massacre has inspired more internet creativity than anything I've seen in quite a long time.
(Didn't see that #150 had posted the link to the parody site; I searched for the relevant four letter acronym before I posted #162!)
Shall I compare thee to a summer's day?
@157: The Tom Whitmore who is, of course, one of the pre-electronified parties into whose Oort Cloud Jon Singer introduced me, Back In The Day. :-)
Also: an anna: if there are deep questions you feel want asking, I'm confident this commentariat would likely find them interesting and worthy of discussion. We have, in fact, had some number of related conversations in various threads, in the last couple-three months.
That's one of the (many) lovely things about this community: we are not solely dependent on our hosts to provoke meaningful exchanges.
Is it possible that at the time the riddle originated, "met" had a more specific meaning, i.e. it didn't cover "falling in with someone going the same way?"
Sarah E #168: But then it wouldn't be a riddle. If the meaning of "met" actually did shift (which I'm a bit dubious about, because too easy), the riddle would have shown up just after the new meaning appeared, but before it was routine.
an anna: Some of us are deeply enough affected by and concerned with what's currently going on in government that there tend to be specific threads for getting into that stuff, to keep it off the Open Thread, where many of us are trying to have a life not entirely filled with peril, terror, and dystopia.
WHich is to say, those conversations are happening and can happen, but not in the Open Thread.
#170: I need to get in the habit of posting relevant stuff in those and not here.
Nancy @ 132: There's a lot that's interesting to me about Lagoon. I don't know where to start! I like the many points of view, the bravery in writing like that in these days of general disdain for the omniscient pov. For one thing.
Might you want to click on this for the context to abi's glorious contribution @140?
P J Evans @ #154:
Pulling your thumb off
@Lee: The Howard experiment offered monetary amounts to couples from their selected group who married, and bonuses for each child they had. In fact, they were encouraged to try for kids *before* getting engaged, to make sure they were cross-fertile. I believe this is where the Heinlein phrase about a bride doing in seven months what takes most women nine comes from.
In the book that deals with Lazarus Long's mother, it's evident at the beginning, the late nineteenth century, that the man takes care of all the funds because that's what the culture did. By the time she divorces her husband, it's quite clear that she has decided that her half is hers, and she's taken enough law to make it stick.
Why won't people use "whom" anymore? I direct this question to all the persons whom it may be relevant.
Why is salmon not packed in water, tuna is?
Where, o where, is fancy bred?
Why are the people not aware
Of the attack on Bowling Green?
Why have they not been filled with fear
At enemies dark and unseen?
We have to ask, we need to know
Exactly why they did not act
When our great nation faced the blow
Of evil alternative fact?
Why have our leaders not yet done
those actions to protect this shore,
and those deeds underneath the sun
that will ensure we win this war?
All we can know is we'll be led
By Mr Douglass, forenamed Fred.
In NZ, Australian possums are TB-carrying ecosystem destroyers. We play "who can get the best freak-out from a visiting Aussie?" by telling tales of hunting trips, and swerving to hit them.
B. Durbin, #175: The sentiment, if not the exact phrase, long predates Heinlein. ISTR that there was a discussion about that here some years back, in which there were links to research showing that the percentage of firstborns who were "premature" was much, much higher than that of later children, and that they were generally uncommonly well-developed for "preemies". And people have been able to count on their fingers for a long, long time before there was any research to back it up.
In # Jacque writes:
As Buddha Buck mentions in #156, Usenet can today be accessed, even posted-to, through Google Groups. The search interface is skittish and sometimes shy.
I've been on Usenet a very long time. I know Andrew Plotkin, Elliott Mason, Lucy Kemnitzer, and Jacque from there.
Near the end of the Nineties, fans fleeing the collapse of the GEnie service's SF forums settled on rec.arts.sf.fandom and related newsgroups. Patrick and Teresa were among the immigrants. There was a golden age for a while. The rise of blogs shifted the locales of discourse.
Nobody here was in the habit of reading the fanzines and apas to which I contributed in the Age of Paper. But a pal got AZAPA and I know the names of Kip Williams, PNH, TNH, and other fans from reading over my pal's shoulder. A few other names, I saw in zines over the years.
Fanzines and APAs have been part of SF fandom since the 1930s, so we are just the inheritors of those traditions.
Then there are conventions. I've met a great many of you in person, some after long online acquaintance, some not. Here's hoping I get to meet more.
Man. When the last time I went on Usenet? 20 years?
Some groups I looked at for lurid "OMG, there are people who do that?" thrills.
Others were immensely useful sources of information and/or community (rasf, and rec.models.rockets). The latter hung on an unexpectedly long time, then was overrun by spammers.
My campus SF club had its own group, which might have been rec.sf4m (science fiction forum). But so many people thought that meant "single female for men" or perhaps "single female, four men." Ugh. Argh.
I am comparatively an infant, Usenet and forums-with-dots-wise.
Errolwi, North American opossums are... not cute. Not spinning-fiber animals, definitely. Also not invasive, which is really the most important thing. I figure if I ever go to New Zealand, I will get some possum socks or something.
I hung out on Usenet a little, especially in the late 90's. In fact, my lack of updated knowledge of NZ history discovered via soc.history.what-if lead to some self-education.
From memory Charlie Stross (and others, I'm sure) announced his first sale on one of the rec.sf fora
I'm vaguely aware of the non-cuteness of American possums :-)
Any NZ tourist store will sell you possum-based products. I like the belly-button warmers.
I was active on rasfwritten, rasffandom, and to a lesser extent, rasfcomposition.
The Woman's Day Encyclopedia of Cookery has a brief entry on Opossum. "A small marsupial animal found in the southern and midwestern United States, and increasingly in the central Atlantic states. The common, or Virginia, opossum is about the size of a cat, with grayish fur and black ears and feet. Opossum is often used for food, the flavor resembling young pig. It can be prepared in the same manner as roast suckling pig."
Granted the 1979 publication date, I'm still a bit weirded out, even allowing for my being vegetarian. "Often used for food"?
How do you know that nerdy stuff has become the mainstream? When an article in a recent issue of Sunset needs a way to explain something quickly, and uses Comic-Con as a metaphor that needs no introduction.
I have been converted t a (North American) possum lover through the efforts of my daughter who makes a convincing case for all her favorites (many of whom are birds and reptiles, not just odd mammals. There are also some pretty convincing possum-love tumblrs out there.
I am still active on rec.arts.sf.fandom and rec.arts.sf.written. (Waves hi to Bill Higgins.) Both groups are shadows of what they once were, but are far from extinct. (Unlike, say, .composition.) I don't go through Google Groups: when UC Berkeley dropped Usenet, Sean Eric Fagan was kind enough to give me an account on his private little UNIX server. (I think he gets his feed from Stanford, but I'm not sure. It works, and that's good enough for me. It does occasionally get amusing when Dorothy Heydt says something about Usenet, and I can reply to her from the perspective of using not just the same newsreader, but the exact same installation of it on the exact same machine.)
We have possums that come up and eat leftover cat food on our back porch. One is old, with misshapen, tiny forepaws and a bad comb-over. You may guess what we call him.
Another, young and dapper, we call Rubio.
Paul A. @174, P J Evans @154: Thank you for the link, Paul. That is the gesture I was referring to.
Bill Higgins-- Beam Jockey @180: Nobody here was in the habit of reading the fanzines and apas to which I contributed in the Age of Paper.
Well, not quite nobody, as I did dip a toe into the 'zine era. In fact, have a few stashed away in a box in my walk-in Fibber McGee's Closet  spare room. Izzard? Was that a thing? Also, Arthur Hlavaty and Ed Zdrojewski, if memory serves. Even had an actual paper version of The Enchanged Duplicator thrust into my hands by (who else?) Jon Singer. Never participated much beyond being a reader, and lost track rolling into the '80s. But I did get some exposure.
I was active in several apas.
I was also active on USENET in the late 80's and early 90's. In college, I published AFAIK the first set of public cheatsheets for the then-hot roguelike "nethack".
(Amusingly, 30-odd years later I found myself doing a fair bit of work on the wikis for a couple of its descendants, POWDER and Stone Soup.)
Joel @#185, my 1975 edition of Joy of Cooking includes a recipe for opossum (including "if possible, trap 'possum and feed it on milk and cereals for 10 days before killing"). It also has recipes for muskrat, beaver, woodchuck, raccoon, armadillo and porcupine.
However, although I've lived in Georgia my entire life (small town thru high school, suburbs as an adult) I have never eaten possum, nor have I ever been offered it. (I have eaten alligator, frog legs, rabbit, dove, quail, blackbird, duck, venison, and rattlesnake--in a quiche. I'm pretty sure the gator and frogs were farm raised, but the rest was game.)
Possums are not nearly as common here as they were 15-20 years ago, based on my observation. Possibly because coyotes are more common.
My eldest sister had a possum as a pet (the dog found it washed down a gutter after a rainstorm). When I was a teenager, my father found a roadkilled mother possum with 6 live babies in her pouch, and raised them on canned cat food & fruit until their teeth came in, carefully not taming them. When he judged they were big enough to forage, he opened the door of the cage and kept putting food in it until they stopped coming back.
That's kind of how we ended up with a pet raccoon for a while. Dad found Lefty while walking the dog, and since we'd already been walked through the squirrel-keeping-alive protocol (though it wasn't successful and I'm still kind of sad about that) we ended up with her living under the water meter in the woodpile for a while. We gave her to a couple rehabbers outside of town so she could figure out how to be a raccoon properly.
Are opossums soft at all? Or trainable? Killdee House (or a title like that) had trained raccoons and spotted skunks, but I'm not sure about oposssums. That would be the most terrifying guard creature....
I was a member of two apas, but I don't think there's any overlap to people here, or to the ones that Everyone Who Was Anyone were in.
Hmmm, waitaminnit... Cassy, were you in Capacity? That would be an overlap.
They're kind of soft, but to me they seem like irascible furry lizards. But recall that I have never been around a tame one (I wasn't born yet when my sister had hers).
I was in Golden Apa, Apa Nu, Pagan Apa, and The Junto. I have a feeling I've forgotten something....
I also wonder whether the slower pace of apas (typically once a month, though Apa-L was weekly and there was at least one yearly apa) had any effect on the quality of conversation, but I don't know if anyone would put up with that for an online venue.
#172 ::: Lucy Kemnitzer
The omniscient point of view is part of what reminded me of Illuminatus!.
When the one character point of view novel became popular, it was something of a relief for me. I'm not the best at following complex details in fiction.
However the single character point of view (is there a short term for this?) has gotten to feel claustrophobic.
Another Illuminatus! thing is the prologue for the third section from the bat's point of view. I think it could be dropped into Illuminatus! without causing any sort of a jolt.
And speaking of non-local intelligence, it was very weird to find one of my story ideas in Lagoon-- I get ideas without working them up, and one of mine was a section of road which causes accidents because it likes blood.
Zber fhofgnagviryl, V guvax cneg bs vg vf nobhg punatvat cnfg ubeevoyr guvatf-- abg chavfuzrag, abg sbetvirarff.... V ernyyl qvqa'g yvxr vg gung xvyyvat gur nyvra yrq gb ure qvffbyivat vagb qhfg naq nqqvat (cerfhznoyl cbfvgvir, zbfgyl) nyvra genvgf gb Yntbf. Gbb Puevfgvna sbe zl gnfgr? Ba gur bgure unaq, gur jnl gur nyvraf pnzr gb Yntbf jnf cerggl veerfcbafvoyr.
Nf V erpnyy, gurl rkphfrq chfuvat crbcyr vagb qbvat jung jnf va gur onpx bs gurve zvaqf. Naq envfvat gur jngre yriry pnhfrq n ybg bs qnzntr. "Jr ner n punatvat crbcyr"-- naq jr'er tbvat gb punatr lbh, jurgure lbh jnag vg be abg. Be fubhyq V whfg fnl gung gur havirefr vf yvxr gung, naljnl?
V jnf vagrerfgrq va gur pbagenfg? onynapr? orgjrra "Yntbf vf jbaqreshy, fb shyy bs yvsr" naq "Gurer'f n ybg juvpu vf ubeevoyr nobhg Yntbf."
Nyfb, V qba'g guvax gurer jnf n sbyybj-hc ba jung gur lbhat zna jub tnir hc fpnzzvat jnf tbvat gb qb.
By the way, I'm not especially recommending reading Illuminatus! unless you're very willing to forgive it for being from the seventies.
Opossums are very fuzzy and trainable; the zoo my sister works at has one that they raised from a baby (so cute, honestly, she's adorable) and that they use as an education animal. Like all their trainable animals*, she's trained in behaviours that make it easier to take care of her, and she's trained to walk around on a leash a couple of feet away from a line of seated, quiet children without being scared or aggressive.
She's not trainable in the same way that a dog is; the zoo is always careful to emphasize that their animals are "wild", regardless of how acclimatized to people they are, but she's handleable by the people who are responsible for handling her.
*As opposed to the ones they have to dart to run vet checkups on, either because they're large dangerous carnivores like the bears or the wolves or because their intelligence is all geared towards fleeing like the deer.
I lurked -- i.e., was never active -- on various sf.* groups in the early to mid 90s. Most of my time on Usenet was spent in the soc.culture and talk.politics hierarchies. And in alt.flame.
Who remembers Serdar Argic?
Lila #194: I see them fairly often as roadkill. Oddly, not as often as either porcupines or deer.
@196, why yes, Lee, I *was* in cAPAcity. "Clone Comments." I hadn't realized you were that Lee....
I don't know what happened to my old issues; perhaps Cally got them when we split our stuff when I got married...
#75, #76: The Expanse show is definitely adapting the series as a whole, not book by book - the authors have said so, but it's also apparent from the content. In season 1, for instance, there's Avasarala who isn't in book 1, doing things she plausibly might have been doing prior to book 2; there's also some backstory for Fred Johnson which comes from one of the Expanse spinoff short stories, "The Butcher of Anderson Station" (I won't be surprised if they eventually do the same for Amos, whose backstory novella "The Churn" provides more of a look at non-elite life on Earth than the first four books combined).
Lila @194 and others
Cookbooks tend to leave recipes in and get thicker. (Until there is a complete revision and lots gets deleted.) The older the cookbook, the more likely it is to have recipes for possum, squirrel, pigeon, etc. People used to rely on these for extra protein in the diet, especially in rural areas. I have a Settlement Cookbook from 1936 that includes "how to pluck a wild duck", "roast partridge", "rabbits", "venison" and "reindeer steak". It also has a whole chapter on making jelly.
I used to hang out on Usenet -- mostly in parenting groups, but with an occasional foray into rasfw and the like.
Nancy Lebovitz #199: As usual, the alien is a mirror for humanity.
Wait, blackbird as food? How even? I mean, I guess doves and pigeons are small but doable, and quail are tiny, but... they just don't seem like foodbeasts to me.
Some years ago, I realized that I autocorrect certain POVs in prose. I've gotten used to present-tense storytelling enough that I mostly read it as it is rather than in past tense, but if I'm surprised by it, or by past tense, I'll switch things around. And urban fantasy written in third person completely throws me because I will remember it being in first person every time I put the book down.
They may still have them - does the cookbook have a section on "game"?
(James Beard's "American Cookery" is good for this kind of recipe, along with other older ones that have gotten lost, like "portable soup". And "mayonnaise cake".)
As a not-eating-meat-currently person for health reasons, I regard most of the critters on the property (up to and including the deer) as an emergency calorie reserve for when/if times get considerably harder. But I'll confess I never seriously considered the opossums in that light. (Nor does "prepare as suckling pig" tell me very much, although presumably I could Google that. I've never even seen suckling pig; it's a phrase that parses as "food; encountered in old books" to me.
Due to my dogs' play habits, these would be very easy calories. "Possum playing dead in the yard again, better call the dogs inside so it can wake up and scurry away" happens every couple of weeks around here.
There's a nursery rhyme, part of which goes:
Sing a song of sixpence,
A pocket full of rye.
Four and twenty blackbirds,
Baked in a pie.
When the pie was opened
The birds began to sing;
Wasn't that a dainty dish,
To set before the king.
That's the closest I get to knowing how to eat blackbirds.
#207 ::: Dave Harmon
Aliens are a mirror for humanity, or at least some humans, but that does squeeze some of the fun out.
For example, I don't know of any humans who identify as a changing people, even though some cultures change pretty fast.
What would be different if there were people who identify as changing?
And a bit more about Lagoon:
Vg gheaf bhg gung fbzr bs gur uhzna orvatf unir fhcrecbjref. Jura nfxrq jung gurl ner, gurl fnl "Jr ner Avtrevnaf", juvpu vf engure n pbby zbzrag.
Nyfb, vg'f n ovg hahfhny va fs gurfr qnlf gb unir orarsvprag, be rira frzv-orarsvprag nyvraf.
Aussie possums are the most common form of roadkill in many parts of NZ, they tend to freeze in headlights (or the light taken for these purposes on hunting trips).
Nancy Lebovitz #212: First thought: Steve Jobs, Elon Musk and so on?
Second thought: For that matter, the entire concept of progressivism depends on continuing change, both within the movement and attempting to affect others.
Yes, I was a dedicated participant in Usenet from 1988 through... 2011, I think.
But the number of groups I participated *in* must have peaked around, oh, 1991. My Usenet experience is a 25-year trail of abandoning newsgroups because they either died or got swamped by conversations I didn't care about.
RASFW was the last one left by the side of that trail. Mind you, I was killfiling and filtering heavily long before I left.
(I just went to look at RASFW. It's the same old people having the same conversations that I bailed out of, five-ish years ago.)
(I still read the Panix local newsgroups, so I still fire up tin regularly. Just not for anything in the rec.*, comp.*, sci.*, or alt.* trees.)
Fragano Ledgister @201: By the time I got on USENET, M. Argic was someone one heard of but never saw unless one mentioned early 20th century genocide. (I only know of several of the Great Monsters of USENET by hearsay.)
On the other hand, I posted my last post to a newsgroup in either 2003 or 2004.
Google Groups seems to have lost a few conversations over time.
I thought some of you might be interested in this article about Burmese concertina book binding: http://blogs.bl.uk/collectioncare/2016/11/the-conservation-and-spectroscopic-analysis-of-a-burmese-concertina-binding.html?ns_campaign=enewsletter+February+2017&ns_mchannel=email&ns_source=newsletter&ns_linkname=blog_2_image&ns_fee=0
Diatryma @#208, my father was dove hunting and a flock of blackbirds (starlings?) happened by. So he shot a few, mainly out of curiosity, and Mama cooked them along with the doves. They were pretty similar, not even much smaller.
Fragano @ #202, porcupines? Really? I have never in my life seen a roadkilled porcupine. (Or a live one, for that matter, in the wild.)
I loved the part with the road too. The aliens were sufficiently alien! I'm all out of practice discussing books-- I've been so withdrawn. The ease with which Nnedi Okorafor slips into the consciousness of animals inspires me (&one of the things it inspires me with is envy).
So but one of the things that caused me to withdraw was the politics of the newsgroups. It was just so exhausting and sometimes frightening to deal with the right-wingers who would turn on me relentlessly no matter what the subject was. And since in those days nobody knew how seriously to take those people, I always felt stupid to feel threatened by the eliminationist rhetoric they employed when talking to me. The tremendous hostility and the very narrow range of opinions that wouldn't trigger attack behavior was a constant grind.
On the other hand, there's a pretty large crew of people I met there who I treasure to this day for our conversations over the years and for things we have done together, to support each other. I've never been consistent in any fan activities so it was a great revelation for me to find people to talk to about the literature I loved & still aspire to contribute to and it was depressing when I realized I couldn't keep it up any more.
Not sure how long it's been since I stopped posting on RASF*. I switched from F to W for a while, then cross-posting started amplifying the voices from whom I'd purposely moved away, and I just shrugged, with some regret, hoping that some of those I'd left behind would show up here.
A list of the fans I first knew through AZAPA would be impressive. And I keep encountering them, or I stay in touch with them. Corflu/Ditto used to be a super way of being around the nucleic core of 'my' fandom, and then RASFF was like a continuation and amplification of my first apa. Lately, I've found something akin to it over at FILE770 (as well as here, which has kept the original flame going for quite a while now).
Also, for the first time since leaving Virginia, I've found local fans again. When we were in MA, I thought I'd hit it when they announced Pi Con in my town, and was somewhat floored to find that all the organizers were from somewhere else.
Note to self: Meeting is Tuesday night.
Additional note to self: Read previous note to self.
Lucy Kemnitzer @ 131: My approach to trilogies depends on the nature of the material; e.g Hutchinson's Europe in/at ... are somewhat individual, where I won't open a Cherryh "Foreigner" book until I have all three in hand because I \know/ that they're one large novel divided into 3 books due to the limitations of publishing. If I don't know anything but the blurb, I think about whether reading the first book will save me from wanting to read the others.
Jacque @ 147: No, Woodrow Wilson Smith (aka Lazarus Long) was the child of a Howard family; this is made absolutely clear near the end of "Time Enough to Screw Around", when his mother participates in the sign-countersign. He was a ridiculously successful result for that early (although Mary Sperling couldn't be more than two generations later), but he wasn't outside the program.
Lila @ 194: I've eaten small game once -- in a stew at an SCA event. This was in Rhode Island, so opossum might or might not have been involved (it was almost 40 years ago). I remember a newspaper article from <20 years ago noting the new edition of Joy and mentioning that it no longer discussed preparing game; not sure if such was new with that edition.
I co-edited a couple of issues of a clubzine and was in a couple of APAs in the 1970's, and was on SFLovers when it was still an ARPAnet-only digest (starting in January 1980, IIRC just after it was forced to convert from a distribution machine to a digest by the flood of discussion over Star Trek: The Motionless Picture). I went cold-turkey on Usenet twice in the mid-1980's, as following just a couple of social groups was turning into a multiple-hours-per-day habit; one of these days I'll learn to skim. (I was also on a homebrewers' digest in the early 1990's.)
Yeah, I miss having a consistent source of discussion about new SF/F books. I'm good at following favorite authors; much less good at discovering new ones.
So, what's new and good? My recent discovery is _A City Dreaming_ (Daniel Polanksy), which is urban fantasy of a low vernacular style which I haven't seen since Stephan Zielinski wrote _Bad Magic_ and then disappeared.
Also _The Entropy of Bones_ (Ayize Jama-Everett), which is about a teenager with ninja superpowers. Instantly engaging voice. It turns out to be part of a series I haven't read, which throws the pacing off, but it still works.
A couple of state-of-the-world links:
Norwegian ex-PM detained at US border due to Iran visit
Female chess master throws game as a protest against not being assigned male opponents
Lila @194: rattlesnake--in a quiche
I've had rattlesnake. My friend Susan Crites brought me a piece from the annual spring Lamar Rattlesnake Round-Up. Not much meat on 'em that time of year. And yes, it does taste like chicken.
Rattlesnake is off my list now, though; I try to avoid eating species I've met socially.
Oh? ::grin:: I think I tried to read it once, Back In The Day, but didn't get very far. What, to your mind, makes it particularly "from the seventies"? (And, one assumes from this comment, that it hasn't aged well?)
Em @200: the zoo is always careful to emphasize that their animals are "wild"
I think people mean "wild" in the sense of "unpredictable, untamable, and likely to be dangerous", but my mental translation is always "non-submissive self-owned fellow citizen, who isn't particularly interested in your agenda, isn't necessarily willing to tolerate your human-privileged shite, and is more than willing to let you know if you cross their personal boundaries. And who may or may not regard you as potential dinner if they happen to be hungry."
Viewed from this angle, non-human cohabitants are perfectly lovely people—as long as you behave yourself and treat them with awareness and respect.
Lila @219: porcupine. (Or a live one, for that matter, in the wild.
My friend Patti and I came across a fairly young one (3 lbs-ish?) on a hiking trip one time. Fortunately, we spotted it before the dog did* (and he was on a leash anyway).
I did take a stick and hold it over so the 'pine could flip at it with his (or her) tail. Somewhere in my box of treasures (assuming the mealy moths haven't got to it**) I have an wee envelope of leeetle tiny porcupine quills. I should store them with the ones I bought at a gift shop near Seattle, which are eight to ten inches long, and, like, a quarter inch in diameter.
* When I was a kid, we did a lot of car-camping. Absolutely. Every. Time. we'd get to the campsite, open the car door. Dog would disappear. We'd set up camp. Dog would come back. Dad would get out the pliers, get the dog up on the picnic table, put a knee in his chest, and extract the mouthful of porcupine quills. Every. Single. Time. Smart dog. I guess he just enjoyed the chase more than he disliked the consequences.
** I once had the shed skin of a little teeny snake, about six inches long. The moths ate that, as well as the wild canary wing joint I kept with it. :-[
221: And, of course, I know Kip W from Way Back At The Dawn Of Time, when I dabbled in the Denver/Boulder area SF scene, made all the more convenient by the fact that Lois Newman Books (and the nascent Mile Hi Comics (which later evolved into Time Warp)) was right downstairs from my karate studio (or was for a year until I went with the offshoot studio over across town.) That would have been...'74?
CHip @222 No, Woodrow Wilson Smith (aka Lazarus Long) was the child of a Howard family; this is made absolutely clear
Huh. I thought distinctly that the point was specifically made that he was a sport unaccounted for by the breeding program. But I've only ever made it through TEFL once (maybe twice), and that was a very long time ago, so my memory is not to be relied upon.
the new edition of Joy and mentioning that it no longer discussed preparing game
My copies of Adelle Davis actually lists dandelions in the nutrition tables in the back. Pretty impressive. Vit C ammounts for broccoli, spinach, kale, DANDELIONS!!!. I've been told, though I've never run across verification, that dandelions were actually imported to this area. Malnutrition was rampant at the early part of the last century, so some bright soul ordered a big box of dandelion seeds from back east, and a bunch of people went up to the mouth of Boulder Canyon on a windy day, and released handfuls of them out over the valley.
No idea how one would even go about looking this up; it'd be fascinating if this was actually true, given how ubiquitous they are now.
and was on SFLovers
Did you ever encounter there a gentleman name of Howard Davidson? He was the first person I met (from Boulder!) at Iguanacon.
CHip @224: Norwegian ex-PM detained at US border due to Iran visit
The former prime minister was flying to the US to attend the national prayer breakfast event in Washington - which President Donald Trump also attended.
...to take the opportunity to mock Arnold Schwarzenegger's TV ratings. Our tax dollars at work, yes indeedy.
Female chess master throws game as a protest against not being assigned male opponents
Masculinity Is an Anxiety Disorder. He makes an interesting case.
Jacque, #225: Re Lazarus Long, I believe that both statements are correct. He is a product of the Howard Families breeding program, and he is also a sport because he was born fairly early in the project, well before they expected to see any significant results.
@Em no. 200, Lila no. 197: Cute Overload (RIP) had a minor kerfuffle over whether possums were classically cute enough to feature on the site. Finally they threw up their hands and put up a poll. Verdict: Just about cute enough. The video of the possum that liked to snowboard on the bunny slope, then toddle back up the hill to do it again probably clinched it. IIRC it had a wee possum parka.
@Em: my daughter (also Emma) works at a zoo too! They're developing an approach to training that looks forward to the whole life of the animal and the whole life of the zookeeper. They ask: "what does this animal need to know to have a comfortable time in each stage of their life?" and "what does the keeper need to know?"
For example, as the animals age they need to have medical exams and treatment. To profit from this the animals need to be calm during the procedures.So the keepers need to be trained in how to do these procedures as unintrusively as possible and the animals need to learn how to recognize these as safe-even if uncomfortable-and to behave calmly (calm behavior translates into calm feelings, too).
Her zoo has a lot of geriatric animals and a fair number of native animals who have recovered from injury but not enough to live in the wild, as well as some animals who are endangered back home (usually due to pressure on their habitat), so are living in zoos in a species-survival plan.
I forget whether they currently have possums but they have turkey vultures!
Elliott Mason @52
When I lived in Davis, CA, in the Central Valley, the water was either oversoftened or hard as hell, full of borates. The oversoftening was because the city was constantly warning about the level of borates, so people tended to overreact, and overfilter.
Bill Higgins @56
"Did Leonardo da Vinci really make pronouncements about the future, or did he merely invent cool stuff?"
As Alan Kay once said, "The best way to predict the future is to create it."
Bill Higgins @72
PLEASE FOLLOW THE RUBBER YELLOW LINE
Paul A @133
The juxtaposition of "cybernetics" and "mice reminded me of an SF story I read many years ago. Looking it up, it turns out to be "The Mechanical Mice" by Maurice A. Hugo, published in Astounding in 1941. In it a scientist copies the plans for an interesting device from the future, and deeply regrets it.
re water hardness: Here in Balto.-DC suburbia, you get three options. WSSC (DC) water is a little hard; most of it comes from the Potomac, which collects all the dissolved limestone from parts of four states (and a bunch of other mineral crud) which will eventually kill your houseplants, but not hard enough to intefere with the washing. Balto. water is pretty soft because three of the four reservoirs are in the Piedmont, which is mostly clay and granite. Well water is incredibly soft, with nary a calcium ion to be seen anywhere.
rec.bliss.* was it in that dawn to be alive,
but to be young was very rec.arts.heaven!
@67, @72, @230:
With all this Firesignage, can it be that nobody has asked the really important question yet?
Why does the porridge bird lay its eggs in the air?
This discussion of robot mice (#232 and above) makes me ask a question I have asked before to no avail: Does anyone remember a story in Analog, circa summer of '78 or '79, in which a landlord buys little robot cars that chase cockroaches?
Kip may not want to brag on himself, so I'll do it for him. First, read this article about a stone marten that shorted out the Large Hadron Collider.
Then check out the filk provided by Kip over on File 770:
Once there was a marten so fine,
Thought he’d take Collider off line
Everyone said, “Your mind’s flyin’…
You can’t take that off line!”
But he had
Sky-high don’t-care-if-I-die hopes
So whether mouse or mink,
If your Brain can think
You can scheme with Pink-
-y till nine.
Oops, there goes the Large Collider off
Oops, there goes the Large Collider off
Oops, there goes the Large Collider off line
Elliott #170: ok, thanks. I had not grasped the context: in their Venn diagram, "open thread" type questions and democracy-at-risk questions don't really intersect.
Why are we all here?
Because we're not all there...
I was active in APA45 in my youth, back when fans born in the late 40s-early 50s were still youths, and could lightheartedly complain of [older] fandom plodding along.Page 4
In a fit of nostalgia, I produced a couple of hectographed zines after discovering some old hecto gel in an art store. After nearly 50 years, they can still be read, but they're not worth reading. ("We printed crud, we printed trash, our fiction really smelled ...")
Jacque @ 223: I try to avoid eating species I've met socially. I've never met anyone who would acknowledge meeting a rattlesnake socially. I suppose that means cuy is also off the menu?
I do not remember a Howard Davidson, but that was a \long/ time ago, and I've been gone almost 30 years.
Schwartz makes an interesting case, but reads as if he assumes that the pathology of his background is universal, or at least very common; one wonders, for instance, how many gamers quietly support the trolls and how many simply have limited resilience against being trolled.
Lee @ 226: exactly.
B. Durbin @175, Lee @179:
In my genealogy research, I’ve found that firstborn children tend to fall into three categories: those born several years after the wedding, those born almost exactly nine months after the wedding, and those born four to seven months after the wedding.
You omit cases like me, first-born children born before the wedding. I think I was two when my parents married, about 1961. We celebrated my parents anniversary, but they never mentioned the number. There was family drama, of course, related to that.
I was in TAPA, the Toronto APA for a while, and Mixed Company for a few issues.
I spent some part of the late 80's and early 90's sharing my office with an old SUN machine that was one of the BNR (Bell-Northern Research) Usenet servers, running B news. Alt.folklore.urban was one of the places I used to hang out, when Snopes was a person and not a corporation. I may been the person who sent the creation message for Alt.folklore.urban.
And I was occasionally confused with Henry Spencer in my U of T days. The oldest thing I can find on the Internet is a review of God-Emperor of Dune I wrote pre-1984, courtesy of the archives from the same Henry Spencer.
Henry Troup @243:
It may just be the specific families I've been working with, but I haven't found many of those. They may be covered up in some cases where no wedding date is available. That listing also omits a few cases where there was never a wedding at all.
There is a fannish Howard Davidson in the Bay Area. When he worked at Sun his business card read "Quantum Mechanic" because, well, that's what he did. He collects electron microscopes. He organized a splendid science program for ConFrancisco. Last I heard he is running an engineering research lab at Facebook.
CHip @241: I suppose that means cuy is also off the menu?
Oh, you bet your sweet bippy it does! Thankfully, I seem to have gotten past that state (which lasted about twelve years) where absolutely everybody who, upon learning that I kept guinea pigs, felt compelled to ask, "You know what they do with them in Peru?" And then there was the barely-tolerated (now resolutely ex-) "friend" who thought it was just hilarious to send me a picture of a food platter offering at some Peruvian festival or other.
It took me a couple of days, but I finally emailed back, "Why would you even do that!?" His response: "Oh, I thought it was funny." Funny to whom, you asshole? Needless to say, I actively avoid dealing with this person, now.
Yeah, sorry. Bit of trauma around that topic, I guess.
TomB @245: Yeah, that's the man. Facebook, huh? That's...not something I would have expected....
It's been a while since I read the relevant books, but I seem to recall that Maureen and Brian's marriage was pretty early in the HF program but not "before" it. I don't know if her parents had also been Howards or if I'm just assuming that from the fact that they engaged in premarital sex to be sure they were fertile together, and Brian's were I believe unspecified so he might have been a true first-generation, i.e. "had four old-enough grandparents".
That said, Lazarus was certainly a sport in some sense, since one wouldn't expect such dramatic results so early. (Maureen clearly had good genes, as she's ~80 and looks ~60 by the end of her 'first life', but that's within normal variation.)
Carrie S. #247: Maureen clearly had good genes, as she's ~80 and looks ~60 by the end of her 'first life', but that's within normal variation.
Indeed it is. I still get people thinking my mother is my wife or girlfriend. Not only was I born well into her twenties, but folks were making that mistake even when I was 25.
Jacque @246: I wondered too, but Facebook is big enough, they really need someone with deep expertise in actual physical matter. His lab does all sorts of special projects: analyzing remnants of servers to figure out why they caught fire, building drones, and so on. Howard is perfect for that job. If they weren't paying him, he'd have to do it at home with much fewer resources.
HLN: Area retiree, after noticing too much light coming in through the shades at midnight, reawakens to find the entire world outside covered with a thick coating of white matter. Retiree rejoices in having gone to the store yesterday, and now in the delicious silence.
an anna: I am not someone who Knew These People before coming here.
Sometimes I still feel like a new kid because of that.
Andrew@223: I would be in favor of a new "Whatcha reading" thread. Our old one is here but had its last burst of functionality in July 2016. (Making Light has been around long enough that I sometimes feel like we've had one of EVERY discussion, then I find out about invasive NZ possums and go "Not even close.")
@175/179, there are a lot of variations and have been for a long time. "Babies take nine months, except the first" is the one I remember best.
Elliott Mason @ 123 and nerdycellist @ 127:
You're thinking of the TNG episode "The Cost of Living".
It has Lwaxana Troi, Alexander, and the holodeck, and yet it is not the worst Lwaxana, Alexander, or holodeck episode. Fortunately. Not that it's a great episode, mind you...
Daniel Boone @210:
"Suckling" pig is a piglet that is still young enough to be nursing from its mother. Like veal, it is very tender, and therefore requires careful preparation that that tenderness be preserved.
I've never had it, but it would not surprise me to find out my grandparents did, because one of my great-grandfathers DID raise pigs.
I've had deep-fried rattlesnake as an appetizer a couple of times. It was disappointing-- tough and flavorless. There might be a better way to prepare it.
Alligator is great.
I've had muskrat at the home of someone who's so allergic to soy that he can't eat anything which ate soy. He lives on a farm for tolerably obvious reasons. The muskrat (in a chili) wasn't all that interesting.
I don't think I've ever had dove; I do remember when my grandmother made blackbird pie. They were smaller and bonier than quail, which was our standard game, and I believe the meat was a bit darker; it was a long time ago.
One of my uncles (on the other side) found me a "pet" possum once; we took one look at each other, the possum hissed and bared its very impressive teeth, and I recoiled and wanted nothin further to do with it. I was probably six.
Possums are not limited to the eastern locations described, we have numbers of them in the Central Valley.
Update to #142: I have found experts more expert than I to testify at the oversight hearing, so I'll just be submitting written testimony.
Completely separate question:
Where (when you're at home, or when you're in the places you are most often, such as at work or school) is your nearest automated external defibrillator? On average, when a person in the US calls 911 because someone's suffered cardiac arrest, emergency medical responders get to the scene in 8-12 minutes (Red Cross) -- but for people suffering cardiac arrest, for every minute defibrillation is delayed, the chance of survival goes down about 7-10% (American Heart Association, PDF). Bystanders who use AEDs on victims can help a lot - but only if they see the AEDs or know they're nearby. In one French study, of individuals who were about 100 meters from an AED in a public place (train station, city mall and public park), only 16% knew where the closest AED was.
(I've been learning a lot about AEDs and PAD (publicly accessible defibrillation) programs recently and it's fascinating!)
I think we have an AED in this building, but no idea where it's actually located (so might as well not exist). Also, wherever it is, it's almost certainly behind locked doors after hours, and possibly during working hours, too.
Supposedly I had alligator once, but it was covered in a thick layer of spicy breading and drowned in White Glop, so I have no idea what it actually tastes like.
ISTR having snake once (in a restaurant! but I don't remember what kind), but it was also served with a spicy sauce that covered the actual flavor.
I've had frog's legs; they were okay, but too heavy on the garlic. (Are we sensing a theme here?)
I've had quail, and never again -- they taste fine, but they're tiny; it's more work to get the meat off the bones than you get in calories by eating it! Rock Cornish Hens are just barely large enough to escape the same reaction.
At work, they were in cabinets, usually in the galley kitchen next to one of the doors. With a sign on the cabinet, so you knew where to look.
I always look for AEDs in public places; we don't have one at home. There's one in the office of the apartment building next to the chiropractic office where I work, and there's one downstairs at the Senior Center where I do massage. My partner Karen writes web copy for Cardiac Science, one of the AED manufacturers which specializes in AEDs for community use; I have a personal connection.
How big was the blackbird pie, and how many blackbirds were used?
How big would a pie have to be to have four and twenty blackbirds?
@Lee, I recently had squab (pigeon) at a Fine Restaurant. Because, honestly, how often am I going to have the opportunity to have squab? It was served with some kind of fruit sauce or glaze; can't recall exactly what. Something like blackberry. It was relatively light, though, and you could taste the meat, as opposed to having a spicy breading or being buried in White Glop. <grin>
It was rather like your experience with quail. Tasty enough but honestly too much work. All things considered, I'd rather have duck.
I have an app on my phone that tells me where the nearest AED is. Mostly I assume that if they're in businesses I'd be asking at the reception desk.
They are awesome, awesome things. Genuine "how lucky we are to be alive right now" items. I only wish they were on airplanes as well*.
* I researched after Carrie Fisher died; it's not required
Our office is undergoing renovation. The AED cabinet is currently lying on the floor, near where it used to hang. I hope the contractors remember to remount it.
Until perhaps three years ago, when the whole Agile / Scrum "let's work really hard get things done deadline deadline deadline" set in, and a significant percentage of the folks around here became contractors, and the one who weren't had a really rapid turn-around, the office encouraged people with EMT / emergency training to put a flag on their cubicles, so you'd know who to ask if there was a emergency.
On possums: n years ago I said to Jeff Smith, author of Bone, that he was, as far as I knew, only the second person after Walt Kelly to make baby possums look cute. He said "Oh yeah, have you looked at them? They're all teeth, like this..." and drew me a great sketch of a baby possum, all teeth and edges, looking in mutual puzzlement at one of the soft, round baby possums from Bone.
On Usenet: It would take some archaeology for me to remember why I stopped reading Usenet. I suspect I just drifted off in other directions.
Lori Coulson@253: I've had suckling pig, although the last time was...difficult. The dish (in northern Spain) was a wonderful casserole, and thoroughly enjoyable until cneg jnl guebhtu rngvat jr fcbggrq gur phgr yvggyr rne, naq gura whfg pbhyqa'g.
The whole family tends to like game birds, although I can't say I like picking shot out of my teeth, which is a frequent hazard.
Andrew@223, Sandy B@251: I'd also be very happy for a new recommendation thread, although I'm finding myself shorter of reading time (and reading energy) than I'd like right now, and still have a backlog of recommendations. The last novel I read was A Long Way to a Small, Angry Planet, thanks to abi's recommendation (for which, thanks!).
I've had quail and liked it. I'm probably more fond of doing fussy things with my hands than a lot of people are.
I've even considered a slow meditative meal of pomegranate, crab, and artichokes, though I admit I haven't done it.
Quail eggs are tasty and the shells are very cool-- speckled brown on the outside and pale green on the inside.
I think frog legs taste like chicken, only better. They fit with my theory of eating non-standard meat because it's less likely to have been optimized for price rather than flavor. The same theory applies to goat.
Nancy Lebovitz@266: Frog legs tasted, to me, a lot like chicken but with a texture that was halfway to fish, which seems completely appropriate for an amphibian.
Our "floor wardens" (the people charged with getting us out and keeping us together and organized in emergencies) have actual orange cones on their cubes. (Or did, last I saw.) Those with CPR training also get a band around the cone with hearts or "CPR" or something similar. It makes it possible to spot them from a distance.
Sumana @ #256, I have no AED anywhere near me at home, but my former workplaces (a hospital and a school of public health) have them all over the place. The ones at the university also have "stop the bleed" kits (tourniquets, gauze, gloves, etc.) enclosed in the case with them.
I'm an ERO (Emergency Response Officer). The Dutch term is BHV'er, Bedrijfshulpverlener, which translates as "business help provider", but using ERO means our head EROs get to be HEROs.
We haven't got cones, but our pictures are on a notice board on by the elevators, and we have viz vests on our chairs. We're all CPR-trained. Two of us on each floor carry pagers (who gets 'em depends on who gets in first).
Abi, would you mind telling me (private email is fine if it's private) what app you use, and whether it's just for the Netherlands or it has a broader scope? I'm doing a bit of research into the world of AED registries and locators.
I started getting interested in AEDs when I took a CPR class, then started trying to figure out where my nearest AED is. Many hours later, here's a MetaFilter post with a bunch of the research I did.
I'm happy to put it publicly- it's AED4.EU Watch, which was paid for by the Dutch Red Cross.
Its original data load was from 2015, but they claim they're crowdsourcing updates.
One of the places where I worked did a big song and dance about putting in AEDs everywhere. Then, a year or two later, all the AEDs disappeared. The wall were still there, though, just empty.
Where I currently work, they have AEDs in the break rooms.
On the topic of food, I tried a coworker's homemade possum stew once. The broth was good, but the meat was bland.
I've finally found a supplier of reasonably-priced goat meat near me. As in, competitive with supermarket beef prices, and cheaper than lamb.
I know that there's all sorts of acrimonious history which eventually lead to cattle ranching becoming dominant over sheep grazing in the US. Still, I know that there are farms that raise sheep right here in California, so why is the only lamb I can find imported from New Zealand, and why isn't there any mutton at all?
There isn't mutton because the US redifined lamb to include much of what used to be called mutton. Made people more willing to buy it.
Jacque @225: I think '75 was the year everything happened for me. The Fort Collins Comic Center opened up (and I found myself working in it soon after, and managing it until Good Friday of '76). That was also when I first made it to Lois Newman Books and found Tintin reprints. Up till then, I'd been collecting Children's Digest from thrift shops in a vain quest to get at least one complete story.
It was also in 1975 that Gordon Garb started SFFFFC (aka S-Fuck) and unilaterally put several of us onto the AZAPA spec list. The club mutated several times, becoming the CSU Anti-Martian Society (and the CSU Society for the Protection of Martians) before it was handed off to a younger generation who I think got bored with it soon after. We threw a convention at CSU (Fort Con) that didn't make it to a second year.
I'm not sure exactly when I went to my first convention. It would have been a MileHiCon. I probably joined DAPA the same time I joined DASFA, since the collation took place at meetings. I'd have wanted in on that. I met my lovely wife, Cathy, at a DASFA Dead Dog party.
Lee @237: Cool! Thanks.
275 Tom Whitmore: I want to say mutatis mutandis, but suspect I would earn scorn by wrongly applying it to mutated mutton.
Tom Whitmore #275: There isn't mutton because the US redefined lamb to include much of what used to be called mutton. Made people more willing to buy it.
Funny, that would have the opposite effect on me, given my awareness of the cruelty issues with veal and lamb. That is, if I ever bought from the butcher's section, which I almost never do for other reasons.
And why do otherwise reputable companies screw up so badly on their websites?
I wanted to buy some Powerstep orthotics. Their website listed all their varieties, but every time I tried to click "BUY" or look at the shopping cart, it hung on the refresh. "firstname.lastname@example.org" bounces. I wound up buying them through Zappos.
We get our lamb from a tiny farm not much further than right around the corner from us. It's the only way we can afford it.
When I was in boarding school the dining hall would have spasms of, um, one-off odd things at certain times of the year. So one time, one time only, we had game hens. Each table sat ten, so here comes underclassman bearing a tray of from the kitchen with ten little roast birds on it.
There used to be a restaurant in No. Va. which sprinkled among its Franco-Russian dishes had various odd game dishes (antelope and emu, for instance). It closed year or so back because someone reported on Google that it was closed on weekends, leading to a steep dropoff in business.
parkrun here in the UK is working towards every single one of the events having an AED of its own unless there's already one within five minutes (there and back). Mine is in discussions with our local council who have said they will provide one for our park, but haven't done so yet. Already been several lives saved around the country.
N.B. (o)possums sub-thread: you do all know that American opossums and Australian possums are rather different beasts*?
*The American one is Didelphis virginiana and the common brushtail possum in new Zealand, that originated in Australia, is Trichosurus vulpecula.
an anna @238: The current political-engagement thread is, I think, this one
I have no idea where the nearest AED is when I'm at home. The one at work is in the kitchen, near the door on the west wall*.
Most of our office staff are trained in its use, too. When it was installed last summer, the company offered CPR+AED training free to anyone who wanted it. (I think the outliers are people who weren't yet employees and people who work remotely.)
*Not to be confused with the door on the south wall, near which the kitchen fire extinguisher lives.
Sorry, Buddha Buck, I can picture my portion in front of me, but no recollection what the dish looked like. Four and twenty blackbirds would not require a great big container, though.
For the somewhat novice amateur computer text-mangler: What is a good way to take an html page, extract only the text that is within certain tags, such as all the paragraphs or all the list items or all the list items? All the tools I see for this sort of thing seem like installing the whole kitchen when I just want to have a snack. (I prefer to work in Python)
What I want to do is use arbitrarily chosen websites as source for text manglers
@281 "Totally different animal, same name" is something that shouldn't have surprised me but did. New Information Gained!
Not the only place that happens, Sandy B: look at all the different bugs that are called mosquitos around the world. It's an entire biological family!
And it's worse with plants -- even the "Black-eyed Susan" can be one of at least two different flowers (the daisy-type is the one local to me). Let alone all the various plants called "bluet" or "buttercup".
Erik Nelson @285:
There are a lot of ways to parse HTML badly, which is why the folks who want to do it right use the "whole kitchen" tools.
Typically, I would recommend using a library to load the HTML file into a DOM tree, then use XPATH to get the nodes you want. There are a variety of libraries in various languages to do it. I'm not that big of a Python person myself, but there seems to be strong recommendations to use either BeautifulSoup or lxml, both of which are supposed to be good at parsing badly-written html.
A page on lxml, with examples of code in both BeautifulSoup, is at lxml: An Underappreciated Web Scraping Library
That article is old, and it's link to lxml is broken. It appears the current link is LXML.
Erik Nelson @285: I'd probably go after it with shell scripts. Sed, specifically. Either sort for everything between <p> and </p>, or sort out everything between </p> and <p>.
To what end are you ultimately mangling text?
...come to that, one could do a hack with Excel, using similar principles....
...are you dealing specifically with badly-written html? I didn't catch that. I read your comment to mean you're dealing J. Random HTML.
Sandy B @286 et seq: There is very specifically an England/US repeated pattern of this, and a more widespread "homeland/colonies". You miss the critters of home, and also you have a critter that's roughly equivalent, so you call it that.
For example, American robins are thrushes with brick-red or dark orange chests. European "robin redbreasts" are much smaller sparrow-y things, with a brilliant red chest blob.
This shows up in science fiction worldbuilding, too, with people on new planets deciding that such-and-so is close enough to be called a "tree," and this other critter is a "cat-lizard", or a "flying otter", or a "fishoid".
@286 Different names
Northern hemisphere flax and NZ flax are also different plants, although they can sometimes be processed into similar products. The later were a major part of 19thC Maori-Euro trading.
Parsing HTML with sed, or similar, is one of the examples of how to "parse HTML badly" that I was referring to. XML/HTML is not a language which plays nicely with regex-based tools. As I read it, your sed-based solutions would not handle a paragraph all-on-one-line, or paragraphs without closing tags (which are legal HTML), for instance.
And "arbitrarily chosen websites" typically means "badly-written HTML", unfortunately.
At work, the nearest AED is in a cabinet right by my desk. I have no idea where the one closest to my home is.
"Dusty Miller" - that's the common name for at lest three different species of flowering plant.
281 et al: robin elk dolphin marten
I'd realized it was a Thing In General, but I didn't know ... any of those examples. If you asked me "Do they have robins in England" my first instinct, WHICH MAKES NO SENSE GIVEN COCK ROBIN AND CHRISTOPHER ROBIN, would be to say "I wouldn't think so." Martens seem to be related (same genus), Robins are not, and the Elk/Moose/Elk thing -I'm still getting my head around that. I'm like "I guess ... moose walked around the north pole? I should go look at a globe."
All sorts of things are now making sense, like why American robins have terrible examples of red breasts.
You know North American caribou and Eurasian reindeer are closer than wolves and dogs?
And a Eurasian glutton is rare enough in Europe that it is hard to tell whether it is the same species as North American wolverines.
Beavers seem to be making a comeback in Britain after being extinct for a few centuries: I think those are a different (but closely related) species compared to the North American ones.
My sister's zoo also mostly has animals which wouldn't survive outside of captivity for various reasons; one-winged owls, for instance. They have an artic fox (named Gandalf, in the theory that he'd go from grey to white) who is blind, and is always white. They're not sure why he doesn't change colour like he should do, but my own utterly uneducated* guess is that because his brain never gets the "wow, it's getting bright out" stimulus, it never thinks it's summer.
They also are doing some very good research into frogs.
I'm an Emily, as it happens, but I don't think I've ever spelled it out here :).
Speaking of nicknames, Sandy @299, if I understand it right, Robin was originally a nickname for Roberts. I don't know if it's related to the bird etymologically. I should look it up.
*Compared to wildlife biologists, zoologists, and veterinarians, anyway. My last biology class was in grade nine; the theory's interesting enough, but I'm very squeamish and focussed on physics and chemistry instead afterwards.
Elk in North America = a species so close to the red deer that until recently people thought they were conspecific.
Moose in North America = the really big dude with the palmate antlers and the long blobby nose. The one where if you hit it with your car your car goes to the wrecker but the moose just has a bad afternoon.
But in Europe, elk = moose.
Em, #301: Re the fox, that was my first thought as well, before I even got to the end of the paragraph. I guess to prove it, though, you'd have to take a sighted fox and blindfold him in such a way that he couldn't get it off (probably meaning a hood) and leave him that way for at least a year. And that would probably not pass the "humane" section of the experimental regulations.
Jenny, #302: A quick scan thru Google Images suggests to me that American elks have thicker, blockier bodies than red deer, and the racks on the bucks tend to be larger as well. But you do kind of have to be looking at a whole bunch of pictures at once to notice that.
Lee@303, you could also keep a sighted fox indoors, in the dark (or very dim light), for a year; you'd probably have to do it from birth, though, so that its brain never gets the "hey, summertime now" stimulus at all. Less ethically-iffy than a hood, I suspect, but still iffy, and ultimately it'd only be to satisfy curiosity.
And the four-and-twenty blackbirds baked in a pie? In England they'd be Turdus merula - thrushes, similar in size to American robins (Turdus migratorius). In the US they could be any of various icterids, such as red-winged blackbirds, Brewer's blackbirds, or grackles.
Four-and-twenty great-tailed grackles would require a fairly sizable pie.
When E.R. Eddison mentioned the kingfisher as a symbol of joy, I was surprised. The only kingfisher I knew of (from a picture, I've still never seen one in person) is a fairly dignified looking bird-- blue-gray with a white belly, a black ring around the neck, and a crest.
It turns out that the European (English?) kingfisher is turquoise! with a pink! belly, and no crest. The only thing they have in common is a pointed black bill.
I've been in and out of Apa-50 from '75 to the mid aughts. Finished off my last membership with a 4 year stint as the O.G.
I still have a trunckload of mailings and assorted fanzines from members who sent me theirs.
Re seasonal cycles: some critters and plants go on weather change, some on day length, some by time elapsed (literally by the number of days), and others by other methods entirely, like maturation of OTHER species.
In Chicago it's becoming clear which species of garden plant are cued on temp and which on day length, because the former are sprouting and flowering.
In early February.
When they would usually go off in late March or so.
There's going to be a lot of frost-killed tulips, I tell you what, if our weather reverts to mean for this time of year ...
TimeHop tells me that on Feb 4, two years ago, I was shovelling 8 vertical inches of snow off the walks, and it was still coming down pretty hard. This year it's fifties and foggy, full-on Chicago spring or Pacific Northwest winter. Welcome to global weirding, as increased worldwide atmospheric heat and energy disrupts usual weather patterns (sometimes making an area warmer, or colder, or wetter, or dryer, but always disrupting).
Re the Arctic fox question: there must be more than one blind Arctic fox in captivity. You could do a census of all records of captive blind Arctic foxes, and ask: When did the fox become blind? Is it/was it completely blind? Did it change color before it became blind? Did it change color after becoming blind? (Can you tell I'm an epidemiologist?)
Elliott Mason #309: I was just talking to someone who was squeeing that "the robins are back! That's how you know it's spring!" Never mind that some of our (Charlottesville, VA) biggest snowfalls of recent years happened in March. Yet another "damn, we broke the planet" moment.
WIth this talk of birds, climate change, and things shifting temporally thereof, I idlely wonder what's going on with scheduling in Capistrano.
(Wikipedia says that the sparrows moved to new homes north of San Juan Capistrano in 2009, presumably because of urban sprawl)
Em @301/Lee @303. The trigger won't be brightness but almost certainly daylength change (lots of species use this for all sorts of seasonal processes). So you don't need to blindfold or keep in dim light, just keep at 12 hours light, 12 hours dark all year.
North American elk and European red deer are different subspecies of Cervus elaphus (Cervus elaphus canadensis and Cervus elaphus elaphus respectively)
North American Moose (= European elk) are Alces alces
North American caribou and Eurasian reindeer are all Rangifer tarandus. The subspecific distinctions for those are more difficult and in flux, e.g. those on Svalbard (Norway) are Rangifer tarandus platyrhynchus and those on the Arctic islands of Canada are Rangifer tarandus pearyi.
Abbreviating common names can lead to serious misunderstandings - I was once at a zoo meeting and wandering round the zoo at lunchtime with one of the other participants. We got to talking about ringies, and were disagreeing about every aspect of their husbandry. I suddenly realised I was talking about ring-tailed lemurs while he was talking about ring-tailed coatis, so that did make sense!
Buddha Buck @312: Correcting you to be polite: It's swallows.
David Goldfarb #306:
Ah, but the satisfaction that comes from actually *doing* something to them would entirely repay the effort for the giant crust. (One crust or two?)
(One of the witnesses got sick so I'm speaking at the oversight hearing tomorrow after all! Gotta prep my testimony and make twenty copies!)
Dave Harmon @311:
Robins aren't actually migratory in this part of the country (or most of the country, for that matter), and most migratory birds base their spring migration on day length or elapsed time rather than on temperature changes. (Considering many species spend the winter someplace warm enough that temperature changes are minor, this is entirely sensible.) We are probably going to see problems very soon with migratory birds arriving after their food sources of insect larvae or fruit have peaked, though, since the timing for insect activity and fruiting do tend to be temperature-driven.
D. Potter #216: By the time you got on, Mutlu & co may have moved back to Turkey (pardon me, Turkiye).
Lilia #220: I may be wrong.
On eating game:
I've eaten deer once, some years back here in Atlanta. To my surprise, the deer was imported from New Zealand. My, perhaps unrefined, palate detected a similarity to liver.
I've eaten turtle once. It was, I believe a green turtle (though it might have been a hawksbill). I was seven years old, on my first visit to Jamaica, and it was caught and killed by my uncle's employees. I realise that the animal is endangered, but it was more than half a century ago, I didn't know at the time, and I was a child.
Sandy@299: I don't think Christopher Robin is actually connected with the robin bird. Robin as a boy's name is originally a diminutive of Robert: the bird is then called after the boy, rather than the other way round.
I've had venison several times. It's amazingly easy to overcook, so all but one of those times it's been fairly tough. The exception was at a very fancy restaurant in the Detroit area (vacation splurge) where it was served with a sauce of Michigan wild cherries, and was excellent.
For animals, I have to remind myself that badgers on the American side of the pond are different from the badgers I grew up with.
Some notes on the Shepherd's/Cottage Pie I made the other day, so that I don't forget them.
In a large enough pan for everything except the mashed potatoes, melt butter over medium-high heat, and fry onions and carrots for about 8 minutes. Add ground meat, and cook until meat is browned. Drain the fat. Stir corn starch into bouillon, and pour into pan. Add the peas. Season with salt, pepper, Worcester sauce, and whatever else sounds good at the time. Cook for an additional 5 to 10 minutes.
Transfer contents of pan to glass or stoneware baking dish. Top with mashed potatoes, and try to spread mashed potatoes all the way to the edge with a spatula. Bake at 350°F / 180°C / Gas Mark 4 for about 30 minutes.
Top with chopped chives and let cool for a few minutes.
Serve and tuck in.
I guess that's more of a recipe than notes. I got carried away. Adjust quantities to desired size. Maybe top with shredded cheese instead of chives.
 Depending on locale, Shepherd's pie might exclusively refer to the variant of this dish that uses lamb, with cottage pie for the variant that uses beef or other meats. Shepherds keep sheep, after all. I used ground beef because that's what I had.
 Or in an oven-safe pan that is big enough for the mashed potatoes too.
 Note to self: remember to do this next time.
 If you use a baking dish that's just barely big enough (I used a 13 × 9 inch baking dish), put something under it to catch the drips in the oven.
Deer have been farmed in NZ for decades. Many bush areas (including National Parks) were infested with them. Once turbine-powered helicopters became available, it was economical to shoot them in truly large numbers, then to capture them.
Early capture efforts involved tranq guns, or wearing lots of clothes before jumping on them from the landing skid. Then they used net guns.
Your average NZ supermarket has venison steak, patties, meatballs etc. Low fat, yum!
Errolwi@323: The last time I was in New Zealand, several years ago, I remember there was an attempt underway to create a protected appellation for New Zealand venison, "cervena". It sounded a bit like an attempt to recreate the magic of renaming "Chinese gooseberry" to "kiwifruit", but this time ensuring that New Zealand profited from it.
dotless ı @ 324:
"Cervena" sounds more like a brewery in a Spanish-speaking country liked the sound of Klingon blood wine and wanted to make a beer based on the idea.
Fragano@319: my only knowledge of hawksbill turtles is of Stephen Maturin reassuring his daughter that a particular turtle cannot be eaten: "Never in life, my dear: he is a hawksbill."
Where are we going?
I defy anyone to not find this 'possum cute.
See, 'kiwimeat' just wasn't going to fly.
Sorry, I'll get my coat...
KeithS@325: There's an artery to marketing a product like that.
dotless ı @ #329 I'm sure someone will continue in this despicable vein.
329, 330: You horrible creatures! Why, aorta clobber you ...
Those puns are really out on a limb.
Now, now. I think we could all use a heart-y laugh.
Opossums: they're a pest here in Oregon. Apparently some immigrant from the American South brought them here as food animals (possibly during the Depression), and they've settled in well. Luckily the roadkill fits into the crows' diet. We also have nutria, though I don't know if people eat them.
Sometimes I think our state motto should be "Land of Invasive Species". We're deadlocked in battles with English Ivy, iceplant, and tansy ragwort. We've also got problems with Asian Carp, and an incipient problem with feral swine.
Re choices of uncommon meat: I was on staff in a graduate physiology dept. at a med school for 4 years. One thing I learned was that grad students in the biological sciences choose experimental animal species based on extracurricular utility. Quail and quail eggs were a favorite for their food value, frogs likewise, but the prize was one student who used sheep in a study of kidney function; he sheared them and made coats from the wool, then ate mutton all year.
" . . . and an incipient problem with feral swine."
Damn. That's bad. There's absolutely nothing that can be done about those once they get a hoof-hold in a region. Nothing!
Someone introduced them in California in the 1890s, and they've been spreading ever since.
#329-333: Y'all are helping me stay sanguine.
Bruce Cohen (Speaker To Managers)@335: That might be even better than the lab I was told about that studied lobster nerves, and therefore wound up with a lot of lobster bodies that needed to be disposed of somehow.
I think it was Bertrand Russell who said "Robins (the British, not the American species) peck an elderly robin to death; while men (the British, not the American species) give an elderly man an old-age pension."
Apropos of nothing, am I the only one watching Riverdale? (I know I'm not, just seeing who'll admit it here.) Here's my current theory about what's going on (spoilers through ep 2):
One of the characters on Riverdale is named after one of the Salem witches?
It's also amusing to me that the Rot13 of 'Cheryl' is 'Purely'.
David 341: Cooper, not Parker.
Oh, man, I'd forgotten about Riverdale.
I guess I could catch up, but there are SO many genre shows these days and only so much time to keep up.
Sometimes I wonder if I should stop watching The Flash. I gave up on The Magicians already. Hrrmmmmph.
Xopher 343: On doing some research, I find that something I'd thought was true, was not. It's good to learn things.
KeithS @ #322: For animals, I have to remind myself that badgers on the American side of the pond are different from the badgers I grew up with.
On a related note, someone told me recently that the famous Pennsylvania tradition about the groundhog and his shadow started out as a German tradition about a badger; the Pennsylvania Deutsch couldn't find any badgers when they arrived in the new world, so made do with groundhogs instead.
Em, #301: Re the (British) Robin. The bird was originally called the Redbreast. I have read that, after the Penny Post services were introduced, postmen were nicknamed 'Robins' (perhaps because one such service was co-founded by a Robert Murray? Cf: 'Bobbies' for policemen after Robert Peel), and because they wore red uniforms the name was expanded to 'Robin Redbreasts'. This was transferred to the birds, for whom 'Robin Redbreasts' eventually shortened to 'Robins', while the postal uniforms changed to another colour and the nickname became obsolete and died out: nowadays we just call them 'postmen/women' or 'posties'.
Much of the above may well be apocryphal.
Speaking of animals being where they shouldn't be, or having names they shouldn't have, I recently hear a RadioLab podcast about Guadeloupe raccoons.
These raccoons are native to two islands in Guadeloupe, and have become a national symbol on the islands (which are a French overseas District, not their own country). The people there are very protective of the raccoons, because they are theirs, not the French, and are unique to the island. Even so, their dwindling populations earned them a place on the IUCN endangered species list in 1996.
Except they aren't unique: in the 1990's a raccoon scientist looked at the type specimen on file at the Smithsonian and thought, based on the size, dental morphology, and other features, that it looked like a juvenile common raccoon, not a separate species. DNA studies since then have confirmed that there's not much unique about the Guadeloupe Raccoon, and that it was probably introduced to the islands by humans a few hundred years ago.
The government in Guadeloupe is ignoring the issue: they aren't publicizing the fact that the national symbol, the pride and joy of Guadeloupe, is an invasive species, not a unique animal to Guadeloupe.
Some scientists hold the opinion that the Guadeloupe raccoon isn't a separate species now, but if it doesn't get wiped out, then it could be in the future.
Grizzly bears in the Gobi Desert
Terry Hunt@347: I think that the bit about their originally being called 'redbreasts' is true: 'Robin Redbreast' is a nickname like 'Jack Daw' or 'Mag Pie'. However, the other bits look apocryphal to me. 'Who Killed Cock Robin' is first recorded in 1744, implying that the bird had that name by then at the latest.
(Not that postmen may not have been called Robin Redbreasts, but if so it was after the bird and not the other way round.)
#347, #350: I did a quick search of a Shakespeare corpus, and "robin-redbreast" occurs as early as The Two Gentlemen of Verona. (Other occurrences of "robin" are all names.)
That story reminds me of one I heard about how robins became a symbol of Christmas in Britain, because of the association of Christmas cards with postmen.
giltay@351: Pushing it back a bit further, my out-of-date copy of the OED dates "robin redbreast" back to 1450, and "robin" (for the bird) to 1549.
me@352: The same OED puts "redbreast" at "c. 1401".
Sandy B. @ 251: I only knew P&T before coming here, and that very glancingly. OTOH, I've been in and out for 16 years, so I'm familiar -- but I don't recall anyone biting when I showed up.
Lori Coulson @ 253: the one time I had home-cooked (by a first-timer working out of the Nero Wolfe cookbook) suckling pig I was ask to carve, which turned out to be more like spooning, which I was told was typical; I'm not sure making it tough is possible.
Keith S @ 274: I know that there's all sorts of acrimonious history which eventually lead to cattle ranching becoming dominant over sheep grazing in the US. Really? I got the impression that regions favored cattle or sheep depending on climate; something that grows a winter coat that has to be shorn might be disadvantaged in Texas. I also wonder whether the result was biased by what the immigrants were used to. (Or at least dominant immigrants; I've read that genuine Irish stew has lamb instead of beef, but considering how the Irish were treated here for a century or more it's not surprising their preferences (if existing) didn't take.) I have gotten locally[Massachusetts]-raised whole lamb (aged ~7 months -- not sure whether that used to be mutton, pace Tom W) for a barbecue, but that was a special case -- don't think they supplied mainline groceries.
Stefan Jones @ 336: NPR online had a story about DNA testing being useful to find where to hunt feral swine; unfortunately their search engine is not helpful.
CHip @ 354:
Your comment made me double check my history knowledge. Turns out it was even more acrimonious than I remembered!
Some links about the Cattle and Sheep Wars:
A whole stew of resentment and entitlement by the cattle ranchers, fear that the sheep would graze the grass down too far for the cattle to eat, not always great management by the shepherds, and racial animus all rolled into one package. History is weird. And fascinating.
To be fair, none of those claim that the conflict was why beef won out. The tensions did eventually simmer down, and there were and are still people raising sheep. I can't help but think that the conflict was a large contributor to why beef seems to be easy to come by in the US and lamb/mutton not so much, but actually showing that would require me to do more digging.
Open-thready signal boost for the Nonbinary/Genderqueer Stats Survey 2017. Cassian Lodge (whom some folks here might know as the creator of the 'Poly in Pictures' webcomic) has been doing this survey annually for four years now, though I only learned of it last year - it's quite short and easy, so I encourage any folks who ID as nonbinary, genderqueer, gender-variant or gender-nonconforming, or otherwise feel that their gender isn’t fully expressed or described by the gender binary, to consider taking part.
Errolwi @ 328 - I see what you did there!
KeithS @ 355/356 - After reading all three of your links, my main takeaway is, 'Wow, there's a lot of classism lurking under all that.' I suspect classism - particularly regarding mutton, more than lamb - might also be a significant factor in the predominance of beef.
Lori Coulson @253, CHip @354: roast suckling pig is a specialty in the Philippines by way of Spain. A restaurant that featured it as a menu special would bring the dish to the table then phg hc gur cvtyrg hfvat n fnhpre'f rqtr yvxr n cvmmn phggre gb fubj whfg ubj graqre vg jnf.
HeithS@355: There's also "Drag-a-Long Droopy" for a cartoon version of the Cattle and Sheep Wars.
Data point on knowing people before coming here: I showed up as a freshman in college who knew approximately zero people on the site. There are a couple different addresses I should maybe link together for my view-all-by, since Gmail wasn't around then. So knowing people isn't necessary, nor is being around in the relatively long-ago ages when the internet didn't look like it does now.
Oh, also, before I forget, if anyone knows teen writers, applications are open for Alpha. Spread the word, encourage them to apply, it's a good workshop and dear to my heart.
James Moar @ 359:
Thank you! I had a vague recollection that there was a Droopy cartoon that I'd seen, but I wasn't sure of it.
On knowing people before I came here:
I don't actually remember how I found this place, but I didn't know anyone before I came here. Hasn't stopped them or me.
These mentions of sheep reminds me of the Far Side cartoon where an old couple is driving at night and a car zips by, driven by sheep, one of whom moons the old couple. The caption of course was...
"Sheep passing in the night"
I liked the other film adaptation of Do Androids Dream of Electric Sheep?. Wool-E is such a great character.
Another data point on paths to this community: I was never on Usenet. I ended up here on Making Light because my better half saw a link on Scalzi and thought it might be a place that interested me.
I lurked for a while, then started commenting. It seemed to me that my comments were sinking without a trace, that I was basically invisible. I took that as a kind of freedom to do whatever I wanted without fretting about what people would think of me.
(Turns out I was wrong, in the long term, about being invisible. But I was right to relax and just be myself.)
Only much later did it I find out that Patrick and Teresa know my best friend from high school.
abi @ 364... It *is* a small world.
Due to the Portland area's bizarre winter weather, our office is finally holding its Holiday Party, two months after it was originally scheduled.
The ice storms seemed to have been timed to hit on each of the previous attempts to reschedule.
At 5:30 am this morning, it was 53 F, windy, and raining buckets. Fingers crossed . . .
Although I was active on Usenet once upon a time, I don't think I made any associations that carried over to ML. I can't remember now what first brought me here; I do know that a friend had earlier given me a copy of Making Book, and that's why I recognized Teresa's name.
I'm pretty sure I got here by way of a link from somewhere else, but I don't recall where.* While I've found a few people here that I knew from other venues, most of the regulars I didn't know until I started posting here.
* And, interestingly, from looking at my VAB stats it appears that I showed up once to post a single comment, but didn't actually start hanging around until a couple of years later.
My internet activity was close to less than nil until I started showing up here after hearing about it in a column by the San Francisco Chronicle's Jon Carroll.
I think I first visited back in 2007, coming from Jim Henley's site. Got more active in 2009-2010 (tho under a different 'nym).
I don't believe I know anyone here in any other capacity in real life.
But I've always appreciated the make-your-own-fun vibe, and people are generally willing to tolerate my tomfoolery, so I come back, sporadically, as my work-load will permit.
Opposums, deer, and, now, rabbits have gone wild (feral) in Jamaica, of all places, in recent years.
The possums arrived, it appears, off a ship (or ships) in 1982 since they were reported in Kingston in that year. The deer were imported by private owners (there was one, I know of, kept in a garden in Kingston in the late 1970s) and released into the wild by Hurricane Gilbert in 1989. The rabbits have been around for decades as 4-H projects. Gilbert, and human error, have also released them into the wild. A friend of mine is currently reporting one in her backyard.
Meanwhile, the Jamaican monkey went extinct about 300 years ago. The Caribbean monk seal has been extinct for decades. I may have seen with my own eyes one of the last of the peadoves, a bird that a century ago flocked in abundance, as we nursed one that had been illegally shot back to health. In southwestern Jamaica we didn't have the other Old World feral, the wild boar. We did, however, have a recent African immigrant, the white gaulin (cattle egret) welcomed by farmers.
Terry Hunt @ #347: There's a delicious Irish single pot still whiskey called Redbreast. I've only ever had the 12-year-old 40% abv, but it is good.
I looked in on RASFF now and then in the late 90s but probably never participated. I came to Making Light because I vageuly knew Patrick and a few other not-so-regulars from the fanzine world of the 1970s.
I don't remember how I got here, but I'm pretty sure it wasn't a direct link from someone I knew. (My VAB is chopped up among at least two E-mail addresses, I didn't take the time to chase backwards to find my true First Post)
I've since discovered a few people here I knew from elsewhere... and at least one who remembered me, but who I'd forgotten. (For various reasons, my memory of my college years is a bit choppy, and I'm also really bad at remembering names and faces in general.) Then of course there's a few "social nexus" folks who drop in here occasionally, where "I've met them, but who hasn't?" ;-)
I once intended to write a story about the cattle men and the sheep men, in a war over grazing rights. In the end, this being science fiction, they would celebrate victory by grazing.
DRAG-ALONG DROOPY has such a great opening shot. I wish I had Joe Adamson's description of it handy. We pan in on prairies absolutely jam packed with cattle, into the fenced farmyard, which is also full of cattle, and into the house, which is also jammed with cattle. The Wolf looks out at us, and in a Daws Butler drawl, says, "You know, I raise cattle."
I first got here by following a link from Crooked Timber. I'd read a bit of comp.lang.c back when it still worked, but no other Usenet.
Initially I read the archives of posts -- it took a while to realise that reading the comments was actually worthwhile here. And longer to try commenting.
Coming soon, "Graze of Our Lives"
Patrick and Teresa mentioned ML at Viable Paradise--which they, along with Jim Macdonald, Debra Doyle, and guest instructors, run. I was looking for a way to keep the VP vibe alive.
I stumbled across ML in 2004 via a link on a mutual acquaintance's blog. I had been on Usenet for several years, starting in 1996 (didn't have Internet access before that): rec.crafts.textiles.quilting and alt.tv.x-files. I was just in rctq for the quilting tips and stopped reading after a year when the quilting conversation was subsumed by the budding community. I stuck with atxf until the show went off the air, and made friends there that I still keep up with.
I see from my VAB that I first showed up with a comment in 2006, and not again until a year later. I was never on usenet but was reading various things about writing and about SFF online, and so must have followed a link from one of those. Ginger, albatross, Michael I, and I met to hear Lois McMaster Bujold speak at the National Book Festival some years ago, and I went to hear UrsulaV and get a book signed when she was in town on a book tour, but otherwise I've never met any of the fluorosphere in person.
I really don't remember how I got here (Slushkiller, maybe?!?) but the company's excellent and they've never been less than welcoming. (Impostor Syndrome aside.)
Perhaps I will write a 5-minute sonnet later. ("Good, quick or cheap, pick two." My verse is FREE.)
I got onto usenet back right after Tim Maroney's infamous rant against UNC, and was pretty active in a few groups (and the author of a fruitcake recipe that is still bouncing around the internet). I moved on to GEnie for a while and came here (I see) for the first time back in 2005. Doyle was my wife's housemate at some point and they are the authors of a well-known filk, which along with MacDonald would be my route into this place, I imagine. And I am a member of one of the surviving apas, though at this point it has drifted a long way from its original intent, I would imagine.
Writer Ed Bryant passed away last night.
I'm sad to hear that, Serge. He's had major health problems for years, but he was looking pretty good at Worldcon last year. At least I sent along something he wanted after the con. I'll miss him.
Serge Broom @383: Damn. 2017 seems to be feeling a certain sibling rivalry with 2016.
Speaking of fannish origins, Ed Bryant was probably the first pro I met in person. Susan Crites was known to describe him as "wry, dry, and sly." I encountered him at an(other) author signing at a con. He was pushing a hand-cart loaded with a couple of boxes (probably his to-be-signed stock for the weekend; I gather he was a collector.)
When I inquired as to the contents of the boxes, he said, deadpan, "Donor organs."
C. Wingate @382: Where I come from, UNC refers to the University of Northern Colorado. May I assume this is not what you're referring to?
Jacque @385: Ed was indeed a collector, and a very nice quiet man (to me -- YMMV). He had a very slight smile when he delivered that sort of reply; and he did it so consistently that I can't pull out a specific example.
I found ML because Teresa did a post about the projective plane hat and I was googling (or possibly yahoo-ing?) for that kind of thing.
re 385: Sorry, back here it's U. North Carolina.
According to my View All By, I started posting here in (good Lord) 2005. I cannot for the life of me remember how I found my way here. Jennifer Pelland is the only person I can think of that I've encountered here whom I already knew from elsewhere; perhaps I followed her here?
#385 ::: Jacque
Yeah, Raymond Smullyan (wrote about logic and puzzles) just died.
Jacque, Ed was my first pro as well. There was an event at the Fort Collins Comic Center (before I even worked there), and Ed came and spoke in the store, after closing. (We did something like that for early SFFFFC meetings, before the problems of having people in a closed store dawned on someone.) Ed autographed Phoenix Without Ashes, his authorized novelization of Harlan Ellison's original conception of "The Starlost" TV series, and I think there were copies of the Dangerous Visions with his first shark story in it, too.
I had much fun at Denver conventions, happily heckling Ed as he emceed events, and I wouldn't have kept it up if he hadn't taken it in the spirit offered. He was witty and good-natured and patient with this neo.
I've missed him since we left the region in 1980, and always looked at his reviews and columns in Locus, because they were by him.
Theophylact @ #372: Thanks for the tip, I'll ask my Irish friend, Paddy the ex-RN cook, about it when I see him in a couple of weeks. I myself am not a big whisky/whiskey drinker, despite living in Scotland for several years: I enjoy savouring one single malt, but not a second. I'm more a Real Ale fan, and have actually brewed a couple of gyles on a commercial 5-barrel plant (part of a work trial for an Assistent Brewers' job – I didn't get it, unfortunately).
I can't properly recall exactly how I wound up at Making Light. Despite being active in UK fandom from the late '70s (mid-'70s if you count my University SF Society), I wasn't an early computer user, and didn't get online until the mid-'90s. I think I stumbled over a link on some other SF site, possibly Dave Langford's Ansible, around a decade or so ago, and – liking the civilised and erudite atmosphere – have mostly lurked ever since.
"Assistant", damnit. An ex-proofreader shouldn't have missed that.
My 'online in the '90s' was on local dial-up BBSes (a couple of which were CitadelNet nodes, so my interactions weren't purely local), since I didn't have Internet access until early '03 - by which time Usenet already had a rep for being riddled with porn, spam, and trolls. On the meatlife side, I've been going to SFF cons since '91 - but the only Fluorospherian I know from fandom is Cath, and I didn't know she was here until she stepped up to organize the Sasquan GoL.
How I actually got here... well, I'd been coming by occasionally, when someone or other in places I frequented elsenet linked to a post, for years - that quite likely goes back as far as '05, and conceivably farther. It took a while before I figured out that comment threads were always well-worth reading, not just when the person linking a post explicitly stated that they were pointing at the ensuing convo - not that I was adhering too strictly to 'Never Read The Comments', but I was daunted by how long so many comment threads were. And for similar reasons - 'I don't have enough time to follow a blog that's that busy!' - it wasn't until the first whiff of Puppydoggle (which, fortunately, I was pointed at not long after it went up, when there weren't overwhelmingly many comments) that I started reading regularly, first for breaking Puppydoggle news and conversation thereon, then for the discussions on how to improve the Hugo nominating procedures... and then everything, because I was hooked on the local culture. (And soon discovered that keeping up with ML doesn't really consume a lot of time, as long as I keep up.)
abi@364: 'It seemed to me that my comments were sinking without a trace, that I was basically invisible.'
Thank you for saying that; I've been feeling exactly that about my own comments here. It's very reassuring that you had that experience too.
Me #374: And, this subthread having kept me up late last night reading old ML threads, I have found a decent candidate for my first post here, with the natural "wow, cool place" intro: 2007 on the Author Identity Publishing thread. That gives some hints to where I came from: Likely via Bruce Schneier, or else from an SF blog that I've since lost track of.
What should you think about when using Facebook?
*snerk* :-) Best name for that I've seen so far.
I met Ed Bryant a couple of times at the Jack Williamson Lectureships. Nice and quiet. My favorite memories of him were at the 1981 Hugo Ceremony in Denver, in which he rollerskated his way onto the stage.
I have no idea what specifically brought me to ML. My oldest posting (according to my VAB) was in 2013, and was on a thread of fanfic ideas. The second comment I posted here got a reply by Xopher Halftongue to the effect of "Do I know you?"
I wasted a lot of time looking over old Usenet threads to find my earliest references there. I hung out frequently in the early 2000's on alt.callahans. Looking at old posts there I saw many names that I still see on LJ or FB, but there doesn't seem to be a large overlap here for some reason.
And, for those in suspense, I did know him.
I've known Patrick and Teresa since the Fanoclast meeting after they first moved to NYC. I probably found Electrolite first. I remember I was in on the conversation with Phllp Shrpshr that led to the invention of disemvowelment; at that time you could still get the email address for any poster by clicking their name, and I tried to reason with him both via email and in the thread.
How utterly naïve that seems today! Shrpshr was just a sea lion, and verbose even for that particular type of online troll.
Now that you mention it, Xopher, I haven't seen anyone need disemvowelling for a while. Huh.
I know I was on ML when I got my first dog in 2004, and might have been after the 2000 election. Perhaps lured here by my cousin Julia, a friend of the Nielsen Haydens going way back.
"...I haven't seen anyone need disemvowelling for a while..."
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Mr. Donkey McDonklebean is 8 years old today!
Jacque @ 403:
That white tuft of fur on top of his head looks so distinguished! I am all asquee!
I first got online in 1985, when we (my first wife and I) got our first computer, a Sanyo (because it came with WordStar and the accompanying suite of programs). We had a 300 bps modem, and I had to dial the BBSs I called on our rotary phone. (Historical note, the business where we bought the computer was located in the World Trade Center.)
In the late 80s, thus, I was active on local NYC BBSs, local San Diego BBSs, when we moved to the west coast, and Fidonet. Then I discovered Usenet in 1988.
I remember coming across the rec.arts.sf hierarchy and lurking on it (mostly). Also getting told off by Laurie Mann for being stupid. Discovering the talk.politics hierarchy and realising that Randroids were robots (when you come across the expression "filthy altruists" you're certain about the psychology of the author). Discovering alt.flame (now, that was fun). And, finally, settling in the more secure and sedate areas of soc.culture.caribbean (where we could wonder why Americans believed we said "mon") and soc.culture.british where the only problems were raised by the odd Spaniard coming in to start a flame war about Gibraltar.
I first found Making Light over a dozen years ago, but didn't start posting here till 2006. I've never known a community more civilised and welcoming.
My first post was in 2008 (about beer! I had clearly taken to Belgium by then) but I got here a year or two earlier, after finally following the via Making Light link that seemed to be at the bottom of every cool thing that Cory Doctorow posted in those days. That's how I discovered that AKICIML.
Jumping from rotary phones: every once in a while, a rotary phone pops up at the thrift store where my students volunteer. Is there anything I should be looking for slash considering in terms of acquiring one, beyond 'is it a rotary phone or a fake rotary phone with buttons, why do people do that'?
I find I miss the brown wall-mount phone that came with my parents' house. We still call that area 'across from the telephone' even though the phones are now cordless.
In the US at least, before the 1984 breakup of AT&T, most, if not all, phones were leased from the local Bell company. They were made by Western Electric and had both the Western Electric and Bell logos on them.
These phones were built like tanks, with metal frames under the plastic covers, and two slightly-different sized bells (to give a classic two-tones ringing sound, and electronics that was way over-engineered for reliability.
After the Bell breakup, Western Electric continued to make phones, but they no longer had the Bell system logos. They also started to face competition from other manufacturers, who were no longer kept off of the phone network by the monopoly. Western Electric continued the making the rotary desk phone until 1985 or so, then discontinued it in favor of their touch-tone desk phone.
My feeling is that if it is a WE model then it's something that collectors will probably like.
Obligatory anecdote: Western Electric telephones were supposedly sturdy enough that operators responding to emergency calls (pre 911) suggested that they be used to smash a window to aid in escaping a burning building.
* * *
For a short time after the telephone equipment virtual monopoly was broken up, WE ran an advertisement that showed cheap store-bought telephones falling to the floor and breaking. The ditty began "Second class phones are made for second class homes!"
It was kind of a catchy tune, but that's all I remember of it!
Buddha Buck #408: I remember when I was quite young, my grandfather got hold of a "surplus" phone of that vintage for me to take apart (I liked disassembling various machinery). Besides being built like a tank as you note, it had a peculiar feature, which I'm not sure whether it was anti-tampering or part of the durability engineering: Once we got it open, we found the interior completely filled with Vaseline. Unfortunately, the resulting mess put an early end to my disassembly efforts.
In the course of wandering various old ML threads, I stumbled across a link to this adorable video, which is happily still online: Horse Nuzzles Cat. The thing that strikes me here is that the horse isn't just randomly licking or nudging, it's purposefully petting that cat with it's nose, and the cat is clearly "getting into it" as such, stretching and rubbing much as it might for a human petting it.
Oh ghods, T*p is showing up in my dreams now. Get it off, get it off WHERE'S THE BRAIN BLEACH—!??!?
Singing Wren @404: ::grin:: And it's the perfect kissing spot, too!
Buddha Buck @408: These phones were built like tanks, with metal frames under the plastic covers
Yeah, don't drop it on your foot. Corner first. I did, once. Instantly raised a hemi-hen's-egg size bump (I suspect I burst a blood vessel) and lamed me for a couple of weeks after. Ca. '78 or so. (Crossing threads, I was on the phone with one of the Boulderite's I'd met at Iguanacon.)
My grandfather was an engineer at Western Electric for years. Mom had several lovely Bakelite phones. I kept one in my room for a while, not connected to anything, just looking good and businesslike.
He died in the 50s, and supported his family for decades after. Grandma lived on his AT&T stock, and after she died, there was money to distribute among her heirs, so it helped my mom as well. My hat is certainly off to him as a provider. Who among us has done half so well?
I didn't even click it a second time this time. Just waited it out. And it still double posted. I blame Scapegoat Man! It's about time he was brought to justice.
When the split-up happened my mom bought ten or twelve 500 sets (that classic black "telephone-shaped" telephone tank everyone's talking about), specifically because they're so simple and durable.
Those were the phone we had all over the house when I was a kid, and she also had one with a short plug that she brought when she was doing phone-wiring jobs (general contractor and handyperson), to check the line was working.
Nowadays when we call the phone company for an outage and they say, "Well, the problem is probably past the NID and that makes it your problem," we can say, "I plugged a 500 set into the NID and it's still broken, it's on your side." Then sometimes we have to tell the tech what a 500 set is, but.
New job! Which is interesting, busy and made me miss roughly 2 weeks of Making Light, but I'm just about caught up now...
Fragano Ledgister @ #201:
Um, yes, vaguely. But, you know, words of power and all that.
Stefans Jones @ #264:
Two jobs ago, there was a green sign, with a white cross and the text "First Aider" hanging over my desk. And a fluorescent jacket on my chair, for when fire alarms happened.
Jenny Islander @ #302:
My mental model for a car/moose interaction is "car breaks all or at least most moose legs, moose starts falling due to gravity, moose lands in the windscreen, causing instant death in most, if not all, front seat passengers" (why Volvo cars tended to have WAY oversized front windscreen pillarythings), so I wouldn't necessarily say walk off unscathed. I prefer to not think about moose and motorcyclists.
Diatryma @ #407:
First and foremost, check if the phone goes "1 pulse = dialled 1" or "2 pulses = dialled 1" (there's two distinct pulse dialling schemes, one is strictly n + 1 pulses, the other is n pulses, except 0 is 10 pulses). It may even be obvious from how the numbers are arranged (if they're 1, 2, 3, ..., 9, 0, it's probably the US/UK scheme, if they're 0, 1, 2, ..., 9 it's probably the scandawegian scheme) Second, if you want to actually use it, ensure that your local exchange actually supports pulse dialling. I don't think that's a guarantee anymore. But if the pulse generation scheme is wrong, it would be sufficiently annoying to use anyway.
A relative (who is best described as "nutty uncle" even though I'm not exactly sure how he's related to me) gave me a GTE payphone of approximately 1980s vintage. The thing is built like a tank, and weighs about as much as one too.
I still have half a mind to put it on a backpack frame and put cell phone guts into it, but the all-metal body would probably block the reception. I'd also have to put a hefty battery in there to be able to ring the bell.
“Sir Elf, what do you see with your immortal eyes?”
The question is wrong, although in their defence
I can read more when I look at the skies;
The difference not optics but experience.
The question is wrong, although in their defence
You can’t see out if you don’t know it’s a gutter.
The difference, not optics, but experience;
This town stills star-song down to a mutter.
You can’t see out if you don’t know it’s a gutter –
But it’s not like the fey live anywhere aloof.
This town stills star-song down to a mutter
Their houses, their lives, all built on untruths.
It’s not like the fey live anywhere aloof.
I can read more when I look at the skies;
Their houses, their lives all built on untruths.
“Sir Elf, what do you see with your immortal eyes?”
OtterB @ #380: ursulav - at Takoma Park?
oldster @ #402: Flashbacks to Mrs. Which!
Ironically, the first pushbutton phone I bought actually did pulse dialing underneath. Fun fact: we built a crystal radio from a kit, which needed a ground. They recommended running a wire to the finger hook on the phone.
A show I was in had rehearsals in a public building that had been a school (it was a clone of the one where I went to kindergarten, in fact). There was a phone on a desk in the hall that had a lock on the dial, which made me want to use it. By tapping the cradle button evenly, I could call the Time of Day (484-7070). A very minor rebellion.
I remember touch-tone phones that had a switch between pulse dialing and tone dialing. I think our phone in small-town Georgia used the pulse type. Worst little phone system ever. I always suspected the whole thing ran on a car battery, and that there were places where it used fences and/or clotheslines to make connections. It was also the last place where you could dial just the last four digits if your party had the same prefix as you did.
Neil W. — Well done.
This thread needs moar poams!
If you are trying to go as far as to make the payphone-on-backpack a working phone, there are a couple of things you can do:
First, you can put the cell-phone guts into the handset, and use the wires going back to the body for power and signalling. You'd probably have to put custom electronics in the body anyway. The handset has a 4-wire connector, which you could probably run USB over.
Second, even if you want to keep the cell-phone guts in the main body, you can run a line to an external antenna mounted inconspicuously on the backpack frame.
Third, you can get cell-phone "shields" for Arduino (or "hats" for the Raspberry Pi) that would allow you to basically build a cell-phone using one of those platforms rather than having to gut an existing cell phone. That might be better/easier to design and build.
Neil W, <applause>
Quill @420 OtterB @ #380: ursulav - at Takoma Park?
Elliott Mason @ 416...
"The more they overthink the plumbing, the easier it is to stop up the drain."
- Montgomery Scott
I'm quite sorry to learn I missed an ursulav appearance in Takoma Park. Alas.
I came here originally from Baen's Bar, which was devolving into open racism upon the recent election of Mr. Obama to his first term. I know I'd stumbled by prior to that, but didn't lurk until after I gafiated from the Bar. It was Serge and Fragano punning away that drew me out of lurkerdom.
As for meeting folks from the flourosphere, I'd met Jon Singer through local Baenites in College Park (the Burmese restaurant, if you know what I mean). Then I dared to meet up with OtterB, albatross, Michael I at the Library of Congress Book Fair to see Lois Bujold, and the rest is history.
Kip W noted: "I remember touch-tone phones that had a switch between pulse dialing and tone dialing."
My parents refused to pay for touch-tone service for as long as it was an added-charge service. When touch-tone driven "Press 1 for . . ." services became common, I bought my folks one of those two-mode phones.
It was hooked up in the basement (the main phone was a wall-mount dial phone) so they had to amble down there when they had to deal with a service. Like a less extreme version of the "Green Acres" telephone gag that required Eddie Albert to climb to the roof to place a call.
Stefan Jones (429): My parents had one of those dual-mode-with-switch phones for a few years, for the same reason. They had one of those ancient Bell dial phones† hardwired* into the wall for a long time, too. They had stopped using it to dial out, because it took too long, but they were still picking up calls on it until a few years ago. It finally flaked out, though. I can't remember if it's still sitting there unused or if they got rid of it.
*When ATT broke up, the local phone company offered its customers a chance to buy their existing phones for $25** each, or to have the phones taken out and jacks installed instead. The main phone, on the first floor, had never given us any trouble so my parents kept that one, but they had the wall-mounted phone in the basement removed.
**about the cost of a generic new phone at that time
†It weighed a ton, too. By the time I was in high school, my friends were exclaiming how heavy it was when they used it, because the newer phones†† were much lighter, although they looked the same.
††This would have been the late 1970s; my parents' phone had been in the house when they moved in in 1962.
Ginger @ 428... It was Serge and Fragano punning away that drew me out of lurkerdom
I thought I had noticed an increase in your comments whenever we did that.
I floated past here a couple of times, stayed lurking after Slushkiller, became for a while, if not regular, at least less irregular than I have been recently when I have not had time to keep up. Today I came to the end of an open thread while I had a pantun from last year in another window so it seemed appropriate.
I was introduced to the pantun in a creative writing class and have been unable to avoid them ever since. I keep thinking there ought to be a way to write one where the second time each line comes around it means something different. If I could write all four verses simultaneously it might work!
I didn't get my first computer until several months after my mom died, so probably early 1993. No idea now what service I started off with, and there may have been a couple before I wound up where I still am for email. I think I found out about blogs from Wil Wheaton at one of his con appearances in Pasadena. Through him I found both Neil Gaiman and John Scalzi, and I think I found ML through one of them.
I lurked a while, being intimidated by the level of discourse and random acts of poetry (at which I am not very good). I'll have to post this before I can VAB for my earliest comment...
Aaaaaaaaaannnnnndddd my first VAB is in 2007...but it doesn't read like a first post to me, so I wonder if I used one of the no-longer-remembered emails when I first started and didn't know how to link old and new VABs.
Anyway, at least a decade on ML. One of my happy places.
Buddha Buck @ #424
Somewhere in one of the gazillion banananana boxes resulting from the house move, this moose has a "Fixed Cellular Terminal" - intended to run from an AC adapter or 6-volt battery pack so that you can have a site office in the middle of a field. It supports LD (Loop Disconnect) i.e. pulse dialling as well as DTMF (tone) dial and will support a traditional fax machine. The plan was (and maybe still is) to mate it to a 1940-vintage GPO 332 bakelite phone as a conversation piece. Regrettably the internal bell is not that loud, and various moose have been looking for a Bellset 1A and maybe a 250-series instrument to make it even less practical. (The Bellset 1A is the wooden case with top mounted gongs that can be heard 50 yards away because telephone calls were important in those days.
The other useful tool (military surplus from eBay) is a "Portable Exchange Line Simulator" that will fit in a big pocket, runs off a small 9v battery, and will test all the functions of a POTS instrument. (Ideal for testing interesting telephones before you buy them, and it really does cause the seller to boggle....)
Ginger #428: One of the few times I've been a force for good.
Total Recall: The people who never forget.
Click-baity headline, but the article is both thorough and thoughtful. The topic is people whose levels of memory storage-and-recall are extreme.
I found Making Light through the links sidebar on Charlie Stross' blog, maybe around 11 years ago. Since I'm in Scotland I've met Charlie, but not anyone else from that I know of.
re 405: The first computer I owned was a Kaypro which I bought precisely because (a0 it came with a suite of software, and (b) it had a 24x80 screen. It' still sitting in the basement somewhere though I doubt I could find the key floppies needed to boot it.
This moose appears to have first posted in 2004, but may well have been lurking before that.
My first post appears to have been in 2012. But I lurked for a considerable time before that.
On reading Carlo Rovelli's "Reality Is Not What It Seems"
Newton's laws connected Earth and space,
Maxwell showed us waves of light in fields.
Einstein proved that time depends on pace,
mass shapes spacetime, which then motion yields.
At smallest scale division has to cease,
Quanta are the smallest things there are.
Actions there are governed by caprice,
But laws are there, no matter how bizarre.
Loops or strings or graphs of Planck dimension
The matrix of which quanta are composed.
The smallest bits are made of information,
Events between which nothing is enclosed.
Each theory is as close approximation.
As we can come just then to our creation.
My first introduction to fandom was as a kid around 1960; Tom Purdom was a friend of the family. Life got in the way shortly thereafter, while I kept reading SF, I wasn't an active fan.
My second introduction was on Usenet. In the early 80s I tripped across the Arpanet SPACE mailing list, which pointed me back to various usenet groups. I was active on rec.arts.sf and various sci and comp groups until the signal to noise got too low for me, about 2004.
I don't remember how I came to Making Light, might have been via Charlie Stross' blog. That's made me more active in meeting people; I've had beers with Charlie a couple of times when he's been in Portland, and had a couple Meetings of Light here (not recently, unfortunately).
My first comment on Making Light was in response to Avram's first post: "So Muqtada al-Sadr, Abu Musab al-Zarqawi, and Ahmed Chalabi walk into a bar...", in 2007. And now I'm glad to be back.
Are you in the American middle class?
Pew Institute comparative calculator, which adjusts for family size, region, race, age, and education level.
According to this, we are near the lower bound for the middle-class tier, which in our metropolitan area includes 51% of the population. I suspect that our cat population equates roughly to having a third person in the household, which would push us into the lower tier.
My first comment is in 2008? That can't be right. Oh well, at least it's kind of witty. And here's a filk I don't remember writing, and can't guess what the occasion was.
2008? I was already in NY that year. I thought I'd been doing this since Virginia.
National Security adviser Michael Flynn has resigned. The first of the dominos?
Lee @445: A lot depends on how you calculate income. By taxable income from work, my household is lower class; by increase of value of investments we're definitely middle or possibly upper. But the investments don't count as income until they're realized. And the investment in the house even more so.
So that calculator is very problematic.
Puns are always a force for good! After all, everything is relative, and here we are: one big happy family.
(See? It's still Serge and Fragano dragging me out of lurking more.)
This thread does need moar poems.
This thread does need moar poems.
I will try but
I'm not very good
Even my blank verse
Is just chopped-up
I will try but I'm not very good at it;
my blank verse is just chopped-up prose.
It grows in bits and in pieces,
and then falls apart. So it goes.
I've learned about poetry from masters
(and mistresses): I cried reading Ford.
I've studied it: why, I've taken classes!
But my poetry leaves people bored.
Is my meter too formal, too regular?
Is my blank verse disjointed and rough?
Are my rhymes too short and predictable?
I think I just don't have the stuff.
My couplets and sonnets are facile.
You do it: for me, too much hassle.
This is just to say
You have taken
That I was saving
For an open thread
the Fluorospherians cry:
Write more poetry!
My gifts of rhyme are but tricks and cheats
My blank verse is naught but chopped up prose
My take on plums sounds like worn out tweets
And my long form works make my friends doze.
My verse is short, and shall not last long,
And now I am done, and it all feels wrong.
The limerick's really my speed;
It does everything that I need.
My sonnets are pained,
My free verse is... chained.
But this form, it fits me, I concede.
A fine fellow named Moar
Heard a cry from the crowd – a roar
Of need for poetry
That crucial symmetry
Which was too great to ignore
So Moar, being a fine fellow
Lowered his voice from a bellow
To declaim with ease
Thus spake he, quite mellow
But Moar’s quick scansions
Failed to allow for expansions
Overlooked the plums
For which the thumbs-
The rest was too contentious.
James Moar @450: I see what you did there. :-)
See also: See what you did!?
In our own (uni)verses, rhymes are lead.
The meter flags: EXPIRED, PLEASE TICKET ME.
We think our readers look to loathe, and see
Exactly what we cringe at. What we dread.
But they have other views of us, and find
The treasures that we never meant to hide.
Our blockish works are boxes, and inside
The hidden gold that is the writer's mind.
And you know what? The readers' drive to read
Into our words the patterns of the world
And out of them, a deeper truth unfurled
Is greater than our shame-faced anxious need
To doubt ourselves, to treat ourselves as poor
When we have wealth of words. All right, James Moar?
Word prediction amusement. I was typing an email on my phone organizing something for chorus, and typed that so-and-so did not not have a roommate yet. Word prediction suggested a roommate yeti. Now I want a roommate yeti.
Pour me out some verses!
Versez-moi d'la poésie.
For triumphs and reverses
it's the drink for drunks like me.
Up-thread i chanced to ask
for a refill and a poam.
abi poured out, not a flask,
but a brimming jeroboam.
In other words--I really liked your #458, abi!
In related news, I have been trying to come up with a cow-poem set of wedding vows, mostly to make the other participant laugh and because 'I lik the bride' is hilarious to me.
I agree about the class calculator. The metro area I was put in is also too broad: people in our sub-area face a much higher cost of living, mostly due to housing costs. Of course that cuts both ways: people like us who've paid off their houses (bought 20 years ago for what now seems a ludicrously small amount) are also living unusually cheaply for our area, and are therefore richer than they look.
I also agree about the class calculator. It doesn't figure in debt or assets. People can make a very large paycheck and still be functionally not well off if they have an enormous debt-load. People can make a modest paycheck and still be functionally in the middle or upper class if they have little or no debt (and a paid-off house, car, etc.)
A bit early here, but over there, I believe it is now abi's BIRTHDAY.
Happy Birthday, abi!!!
Happy Birthday, abi!!!
Happy Birthday, abi!!!
Happy Birthday Abi!
I hope the weather is suited to a bike ride along the canals.
I just got back from my Mom's birthday dinner. As always, it was wonderful being with my family. (As usual, I also got throughly licked by one of the dogs, who is particularly fond of my beard but also managed to put nose-prints on my glasses.)
Also, this morning I had the final follow-up appointment from my appendectomy. Aside from scheduling snafu (my 15-minute appointment was 2 hours late), it went very well. Pathology reports nothing scary found in my redacted appendix, and the incisions are healing so well that the guy who made them couldn't find one of them.
Modern-surgery amusements: They were sealed with glue instead of stitched. I'd expected the glue to be quietly absorbed, but as they healed over the past weeks, they actually forced some of the glue out of the incisions, as little flaps. (I took nail-clippers and scissors to those so I wouldn't be fiddling with them.)
Merriment was made; making light.
Another poetry style; alliterating
Known across the lands; Kenned perhaps
Invigorating us; Inspire
Now for poetry; Neverwhen?
Grudgingly short; Gnash of teeth?
Life is bright; Laugh it
Invisible rays; Inspire
Greetings all; Gallop!
Hailing friends; Hug them?
Terminal line; Terminates
Very nice, Ingvar!
A grumpy arachnid
An irritable neural reflex
An x-shaped check-mark
Thank you, Serge, Stefan, and Dave. A sunny day, which is nice in February.
Enjoying the poetry!
Many happy returns, abi
my name is Grum
and Im in luv
lets mak the moon
but frist we take
our gests inside
befour the cake
I lik the bride
My name is Bryd
I luv him too
I've got my flawrs
And dancing shu
I trade a ring
and jump the brum
Before my kake
I lik the grum
Um... can someone explain "cow-poem" to me? I presume the last two entries are examples, but I've not encountered the form before.
@475: I shall explain! Well, I shall link to an explanation, which has the backstory of it all. But basically:
Someone wrote a poem in sort of comedic misspelling about a cow licking bread, based on an incident where a cow did do that. The poem became very popular on Tumblr, and, much like the good old plums poem, inspired many many riffs on it, with a variety of animals, circumstances, fandoms... A lot of the Tumblr versions are based on specific photos of animals (ideally, licking something).
The original is:
my name is Cow,
and wen its nite,
or wen the moon
is shiyning brite,
and all the men,
haf gone to bed -
i stay up late.
i lik the bred.
Additional bred likking at MetaFilter.
Fade Manley and Bruce H, thanks much! As you might guess from my befuddlement, I'm not on Tumblr...
(Going down a rabbit-hole of cow-poems. Leaving a train of, ahem, bred-crumz.)
We are not sure, our lives are plain,
but while we walk above the dust
with minds that have not gone to rust
we'll drink the loyal toast again.
Some will recite in bold quatrain,
while limerick and sonnet must
have their right turn, it is but just;
aught else would go against the grain.
There is a place of good resort
with happy friends, and wits most bright,
so I the poetaster shabby
arrive to have my day in court,
where all good things have been made light,
and wish a joyous day to Abi.
BTW, that was an excellent poem o Speaker to Managers.
Let's milk this subject for all it's worth and until we feel cowed.
Roses are red
Violets are blue
We spread on our bread
Som'thing from the moo
Our Abi livvs
Where toolipz gro
The windmillz keep
the watur lo.
and for hir birfdae
wish I mayk:
take those toolipz
and eet the cayk.
Happy Birthday abi! In your honor, I have committed some, er, poesie:
Her name is abi,
It’s her berthday
We ate her plums
All nite for they
So cold and tastee
Better than bred
Even wen liked
oldster@469: a spasm for horizontal clues?
and HBTY, abi!
Michael, OtterB, Fragano (sonnet!), Cassy, Ginger, Tom, thank you!
There was cake. There will be more cake tomorrow. I may do more than lick it.
Many happy returns of the day to abi!
Hope you are having a wonderful time, and all good wishes for the future.
Indeed! Or a corvid's crutch.
Abi, I feel presumptuous in wishing you a happy birthday, since I don't know you. But I'd rather appear presumptuous than uncivil or unkind.
So: happy birthday!
Happy Birthday, Abi!!!
Toss-off comment found elseNet, and I do not have the talent to even contemplate this. So if you do, or know someone who does, have at, because I would read the hell out of this fic...
Mad Max: Furry Road
My name is catte
Wen ther is sight
Of tasty milk
In bottle whyte
I cannot reach
Wat I desire
So with a shrug
I lik the jar
(I have a photo of my cat licking condensation off a glass milk when she was a kitten.)
@Lee: I saw, on Twitter, lots of one-off art based on that idea.
Maybe somebody followed up?
Naomi Parkhurst @490
My cat will lick the condensation off the window so that she can see out. It's really cute.
my name is Cat.
wen werld is cold,
and indor fogs
the windoes hold,
I cannot see
wen berdys pass -
so from the sil
I lik the glass.
Instructions for cow-poeming.
The rhyming is also important. The canonical scheme seems to be
But I have seen several with
Thank you, Moose, oldster (you know me well enough), Xopher.
For Reasons, we didn't end up having my birthday dinner last night. So we had it tonight. There was cake. It was not a lie.
abi @ 496: so, it was factual cake. Was it of uniform density? If so, would it be at all related to spherical cows? "Consider a factual cake of uniform density..."
Sorry, I don't know where my brain is today. Also, happy belated birthday!
I like to write
in haiku form
for me to rhyme
is not the norm
but now it seems
much to my dread
the kids today
they lik the bred.
Your brain is in a space that make me LOL.
and happy birthday, abi!
My name is Will
and tho it's rood
I sometimes still
my nabor's food
my Will powerz low
and I succumbs
jus so's you know:
I lik the plums
my name is Duck.
my hyoomin's Luke.
we hav such luk,
it may be fluke.
the tungs we twist
are not mistakes.
we hav our likes.
we lik the lakes.
(With apologies to Dr Seuss.)
oldster (500): ::wild applause::
Cake late better than cake never.
I am way overdue to bake something for co-workers.
On me thou mayst a bovine title fix
and tell of my nocturnal ramblings rare
as ‘neath Selene’s candelabra’s wicks
I shamble through the solitary air.
All sleep; the world is swathed in lethargy
Save I, and I alone, who walk awake
Past midnight, near the witching hour of three,
I kiss Demeter’s humblest wheaten cake.
I can't believe I blew it by not putting a colon at the end of the second-to-last line.
Okay, just imagine there was a colon there, would you? Much appreciated, thx.
re phones; anyone remember party lines where different people had different patterns of long-and-short rings, and you had to only pick it up when it rang your ring?
Erik Nelson @506,
Yes. My grandmother had one such, when she was living in Waikanae (Kapiti Coast, Wellington Province, New Zealand). IIRC her number was 201K where 201 was the party line, and K her suffix. I think the ring pattern was the Morse code for the suffix. This would be late 1950s, early 1960s.
People on the same party line could ring each other directly by cranking out the ring pattern, Otherwise, all calls to or from a party line had to go through the local operator. At the time, local calls in most areas were direct dial, and long distance Subscriber Trunk Dialling was just being introduced.
My grandmother had a party line in Berwyn, IL in the 60s.
My grandmother had a party line when my mother was young. We, having always been city folk, never lived where they were still extant even when I was a kid.
We had a party line for a while when I was a kid. I don't remember it myself - I was too young to use a phone - but I heard we got a private line because the other family's kids thought it made a great intercom.
There was a party line at my grandmother's lake cottage (near Wautoma, WI) until about 1970 or so.
I don't remember having a party line, but I do remember a how-not-to-behave-badly movie for children which featured a very angry blue man (puppet?) who insisted on hogging a party line.
Family friends had an island (!) on Moskoka Lake in Canada. One and only place I knew that had a party line. Pretty sure it was still that way on my last visit in '74. When we visited our parents had to tell us not to answer impulsively.
(The family friend's kids couldn't afford to keep the place up, and sold it. It is apparently a minor legend up there, wondered about on discussion boards.)
I think I need to back away from Tumblr for a while. I'd been lurking at the blogs (they're still called blogs on Tumblr, right?) of some authors whose work I enjoy. One of them started talking about numinous happenings in their neighborhood, which, OK, I'm a mystic too, and I know firsthand how very nice being bless-your-hearted for being a mystic is--but then people started asking them for advice.
And I found myself tartly anonposting something to the effect (details have been changed to protect the posters) that if somebody reports a symptom of a hereditary, progressive, and devastating medical condition and wants to know whether it could have been caused by that condition or by gnomes, you do not ignore the potential medical crisis and instead say that it's gnomes.
Heck, for all I know it is gnomes. But the thing the blogger should have said before going off on all the gnome talk was, "Hie thee to a doctor, stat!" And they didn't. Just post after post about anti-gnome security.
Anyway, they get reblogged at other places I read on Tumblr, so I think it's time to let it all go.
oldster @504: And now I want to see all the lik the bred variants done up in such a style! Especially the back and forth between the cow and calf and cat about appropriate licking there.
Fade @ 515--
You're the person to write them!
I'm very glad you liked my Elizabethan cow. It's another exercise in code-switching, which is a game that all of us here enjoy.
Jenny, #514: AFAIK, Tumblrs are not blogs, they are Tumblrs. Just the way a Twitter feed is not a blog.
oldster @ #516:
Code-switching vitsar is an entire konstform in Swedish. Eh, I mean, "code-switching puns is an entire artform in Swedish".
Then there's the very related "say something in Swedish that isn't a pun, but becomes one with a round-trip to English and back, given the right return path".
Polyglot punning is punnier punning.
Agreed, Ingvar--and polyglot vitsar the best wits!
I have had this issue on Tumblr at times as well - my wife recommended the "New Xkit" extension for whatever browser you read Tumblr on. It lets you block posts that appear with a certain keyword (such as "gnome") and other really useful things like that. That may help with your situation; you should be able to block that particular discussion, or reblogs from the person you want to avoid, that sort of thing. That said, I find sometimes taking a break from Tumblr is great too, so ymmv. :)
General: Hi! It's been a while since I last posted here, so I feel awkward de-lurking. But I still read nearly everything here and in the DFD threads. I love all the poetry going on in this thread. I've seen a bunch of the 'lik the bred' style poems via Ann Leckie's tumblr, and the ones here are superb! :)
re: "lik the bred" style poems:
I know the origin, but I keep reading* 'lik' as 'like' instead of 'lick' and having to go back as reparse. It doesn't help that in most of them 'like' would make just as much sense.
*and typed it 'like' in my initial attempt at the first line in this post
You're not the only one, Mary Aileen! Me too.
If I were rich, I would commission a series of books, with AV tie-ins, called "The All-Time Greats." The focus of this series would be written works with named authors that endured in popular consciousness for centuries. Each work would be provided with a top-notch translation (if needed) and annotation, performances, and articles about its origin, changing influence, and eventual dwindling away (if it has dwindled away).
The first in the series might be The Hymnal of Enheduanna, if evidence suggests that it was actually in use for 500 years rather than copied as a state relic, although the matter of enduring lyrics might expand the series to unwieldy size. The last would probably be Shakespeare at the Bar, although there may well be 17th-century works in Europe or elsewhere that fit the description.
Oh, it's a relief to know it's not just me!
The "lik/like" confusion is one of the reasons my entry began "I like to write", and nearly ended similarly. It's hard for me to read it as "lick".
P J Evans (524): When I was reading alt.tv.xfiles in the late 1990s, we evolved a matching pair of acronyms: aitoo (Am I the only one?) and yntoo (You're never the only one). Less-often acronymized but still common were "Is it just me?" and the response "It's not/never just you."
Because no matter how rare a given interpretation/reaction was, it was *never* just one person having it.
I suspect that lik/like/lick issue stems from LOLcat, which IIRC does use "lik" to mean "like". So that's how a lot of us (including me) are used to decoding it.
Open Threadiness: King Henry laid claim to his book.
Down in the comments is a poem in the same meter as the cow poems, but IMO much more readable:
my name is hal,
and i am eight,
i like to rede
and stay up layte,
i take my pen
these wyrds i signe-
prynce i am.
thys boke is myne.
Mary Aileen @526:
I first heard that as Ugol's Law, which in the formulation I'm most familiar with is "If you ever ask 'am I the only one who _________?' the answer is invariably 'no'.".
Given the section of Usenet it comes from, the fill-in-the-blank was usually not family-friendly, but the sentiment remains outside that context.
Mary Aileen @ #521:
liek the ice cream? It tasts just lik cream, I screm!
All this talk of party lines has made me think of an even more primitive form of rapid communication, the telegram (and cablegram). When I was a farm boy in the early 70s we used to get them from time to time, delivered by the postman on his regular rounds (the man had a healthy eight mile walk).
My mother was always alarmed, although they usually weren't announcements of death, disease, or damnation.
Much as Sendak's young correspondent loved the letter so much that he ate it, a lick is an acceptable way to show that you like something.
Mary Aileen @521: I keep reading* 'lik' as 'like' instead of 'lick'
Further complicating matters, or perhaps simplifying them, one assumes that one would not 'lik' something that one does not 'lik.' Or visa versa. If you get what I mean.
& @526: aitoo ... and yntoo
This sounds like it ought to be the names of two aliens you see, over the backs of their heads, looking out the dome of their flying saucer, delivering a running comentary of the doings of those strange humans scurrying about on the Earth below. (Probably drawn by Matt Groening.)
Buddha Buck @528: "If you ever ask 'am I the only one who _________?' the answer is invariably 'no'.".
This is both the blessing and the curse of the internet age. I feel a lot less weird (but also a lot less unique) than I did back in the days when I was the only [locally deprecated character trait] within my acquaintance.
Hm. Chicken and dumplings dumplings are not cooking properly. At some point I shall get better at these.
In the case of the wedding vows, I do in fact lick the groom occasionally (and hush, you.) Not quite the way the cat does, but it's in the same bucket as 'I learn physical affection from the cat and books'.
I was recently surprised to find a party-line phone in a short story from the 1960s (setting: a Cambridge/Boston apartment). I hadn't realised they were still going then, but they obviously were.
My name is Cow, my name is Cow,
*Every night and all*
And when the moon is shining bright,
With fire and fleet and candle-light
And bread for all on this aye night
*Then Christ receive thy soul.*
-- The Lik-Wake Dirge
I also have a tendency to read "lik" as "like". I think "lick" ought to go to "likk".
Andrew Plotkin @ 535
There should really be a lik button.
tykewriter @ #537
With the Rolling Stones tongue on it?
(If you lik it a little sign should pop out (possibly with a slurping sound) stating "Please do not lik this button again".)
Jenny Islander @ #523: Shakespeare at the Bar
"But there is no joy in Stratford: / Mighty Shakespeare has struck out"?
The outlook wasn't brilliant for the Elsinore last day.
Hamlet now was missing, with but one Act left to play.
The trouble all had started when the King had wed his Queen
His brother had forgot his lines, and ruined ev'ry scene.
I’m less well known
than my son Leif
tho more than Thjodhild
his mom, my wife
he found some land
or so it’s said
You know my name:
Incidentally, on the principle that AKICIML:
I'm looking for a proverb or folk-saying (like "handsome is as handsome does," or "it's an ill wind that blows no one good" or "a word to the wise is sufficient") whose meaning is roughly that people interpret ambiguous news (words, gestures, events) in a way that reflects their antecedent character.
E.g., timid people will take the same portent to be discouraging, where the bold will take it to be encouraging. Or wicked people will take a nod as license to commit wicked acts, where scrupulous people will take it as an admonition to follow the rules.
A recent expression of the sentiment is "a man hears what he wants to hear and disregards the rest," but I'm fairly confident that there are older versions of this.
Any language or culture welcome, though I'll need translations for non-English expressions.
Our ring was two shorts. Our Party Code was 5, or maybe 7. I think it may have changed one time. If we wanted to call someone else on our party line, we had to dial their number, hear a busy tone, then dial the party code and hang up. We would then listen to the phone ring, and when it stopped, that meant they'd picked up, so we would have to pick up and hope they hadn't already decided nobody was there and put the phone back on the hook.
We didn't know anyone who was on our party line, so I never had occasion to call anyone that way. I figured out one day that I could use the procedure to call my own phone, though, and tried to prank my sisters with it. I don't recall any details of that, but they must have recognized my voice right away, and that was that.
I think the Robbs, down at the corner, may have been on our line, but I never had occasion to call them. I was in their house one time, for some reason I don't remember, and they had an extension phone on the wall with no dial. Last time I was back in my home town, I saw the Robb house in a derelict state, and it will probably be gone next time I visit. Seems to me this is about the only time I ever saw a house I'd been in in better days waiting for the wrecker. The only other candidate is the Clark place (next door to the Robbs, come to think of it), but that one had a fire first, and so might not count.
My boss still has the remains of an old-style rotary phone mounted next to his desk -- I assume it hasn't worked in decades. (The bookstore's been there over 40 years.)
@Paul A. no. 539: I was thinking about how people will bust out with "Hamlet, Hamlet, end of story/Hamlet, Hamlet, pretty gory" and just about everybody in a collection of random strangers (say, at a bar) will know who Hamlet is.
I don't know enough about Enheduanna's works to know if people were quoting her all the time or what. Most of the cuneiform documents that have ever been found are still sitting untranslated in boxes somewhere--so how would we really know?
oldster @ #542:
"To the man with a hammer, everything looks like a nail?"
Ah! That's good.
It's not exactly what I had in mind, but it's definitely in the right direction.
Sarah E #546: It's worth noting that's already well-simplified from the original quote; IIRC it started as "When the tool to hand is a hammer, every problem begins to resemble a nail". Much more erudite, but not exactly snappy.
@542: In kinda the opposite attribution direction than you requested, this page discusses the quote "We see things not as they are, but as we are"-- attributed by Anais Nin to the Talmud, but apparently not found in there. Actual origin seems uncertain.
The story of the blind men and the elephant seems hematically related, but not quite the thing.
Julie L. @549
That's great! We quote from the Talmud, not what it says, but what we want it to say.
These are all helpful avenues of enquiry.
Oh mah dooness! We haz triumphses!! Miss Maarten has climbed to the very TOP of the newspaper pile!
Today, in the mail, I received a corrected passport.
It has an M on it.
(for what protection that shall bring me henceforth, dayenu)
Elliott Mason #552: Congratulations!
oldster #550: We quote from the Talmud, not what it says, but what we want it to say.
And a sensawunda break: The comments seem to suggest that this video is new-made, in any case it is certainly spectacular: Scarborough Fair.
Elliott@552 - That's wonderful news!
For those who have not yet seen it, the short film/music video "Shelter" is a beautiful and atmospheric piece. It is a short-short science fiction story in visual form. Strongly emotional, hinting at worldbuilding, joyous and despairing.
Another ignorant† food-prep question:
I read somewhere that baby potatoes don't need to be peeled*. Does this mean that they don't need to be de-eyed, either? Because that's incredibly time-consuming with such tiny potatoes.
*not that my family normally** peels potatoes
**although I did peel one this morning, because it was green under the skin
†I almost typed "stupid"
Gandalf tours New Zealand.
A landscape photographer carried a Gandalf costume with him on a New Zealand tour and asked people to wear it and be in the pictures he took. The results are outstanding. I'm pretty sure I recognize some of those sites from the movies, too!
As recently as 1977 I called someone in rural Iowa who was using a party line. He warned me to be discreet in case someone else listened in.
Posted today: two more epitaphs in the Toon River Anthology (part 17).
"…They went to Heaven. Yeah, Heaven! And I'm still here."
"… I used to think I'd grow up and get big…"
I wouldn't de-eye them unless the eye was large or starting to grow a root.
P J Evans (563): Thanks! That makes them much more practical. For some reason, my local supermarket does not carry loose non-baking potatoes. I don't want to buy a 5lb bag when I only need a few potatoes at a time. The baby Yukon Golds come in a reasonably sized bag and are very good, but that's a lot of surface area to de-eye. If I can skip that step, my life gets a lot easier.
I'm sure I've seen misspellings which looked like typos but were actually puns. Anyone remember some good ones?
Elliott 552: Congratulations, sir!
Mary Aileen 559: In my experience the eyes have an unpleasant texture, but if you don't have that problem with the little ones, and there's no sprout, I can't see why you'd need to. The sprouts are the poisonous part.
And you're quite right to get rid of any green on potatoes. It's toxic too. I've asked for the manager in a local grocery to say "you have these potatoes right out under the light. See how they're turning green? The green part will make people sick."
Result: Let's put it this way. If I'd waited for a snowfall and tried to write "KEEP POTATOES FROM LIGHT" by peeing, I'd have achieved exactly the same effect on the placement of the tubers in question.
Xopher (566): I had always heard that one should cut out the eyes, period. Are you saying that that's not necessary unless they're sprouting? (I suppose cutting them out regardless would eliminate any question of whether or not any particular one is actually sprouting.)
So should I take this to mean that if I've had a potato out on the counter for a while,* and it has, like, little leaves on it, maybe I shouldn't eat it...?
* Severe tuit deficiency, all shapes, including round.
Such poems that are in this thread
Wow! All the words and all the memes.
Much fun we had in play with words.
So many things to lik and lik
Much plums and cats and other themes
Such poems that are in this thread
Wow! Puns and rhymes, not to dislike
Such taking fun out to extremes.
Much fun we had in play with words.
So Shakespeare swings and gets a strike
Wow! Fire, fleet, and bright moonbeams
Such poems that are in this thread
Such meta poems, drop,the mike!
So moar the lines float from our dreams,
Much fun we had in play with words.
Wow! Limericks, sonnets, cows, alike,
So poetry in all its schemes.
Such poems that are in this thread
Much fun we had in play with words.
Mary Aileen @559, Jacque @568
I peel potatoes for potato salad after I boil them, because leaving the peels on disrupts the texture I prefer.
For potatoes I'm going to fry, I peel them only if they are green or if they are so rough and dirty that it's faster to peel them than to wash them.
I've never de-eyed them, and never suffered any distress that I could attribute to eating potato eyes.
If they have sprouted, I break the sprouts off and proceed as described above. I've never had any with leaves, probably because I keep them in a drawer (i.e. out of the light), but if I did, I would break the sprouts off and proceed as above.
Bruce H. (570): That's very interesting. Thanks.
One more note on potatoes, my local Wendy's serves fries with the skin on. I haven't examined them closely enough to tell whether or not they excise the eyes, but given that the prep is almost certainly a highly automated process, I'll bet a dollar they don't.
"home style" fries and oven fries usually don't get peeled - I like the peels on them. When I've had fries at In-n-Out, they're peeled (non-automatically, AFAIK) but frequently there are bits that are missed. I can't tell if they de-eye them, but given the number of potatoes they go through, I shouldn't think so. (Not that theirs generally have time to sprout, and they get them in sacks.)
Just dropping this here to re-set my "Don't make me type all this again," after clearing cookies. (Trying unsuccessfully to get Netflix to let go of the new arrivals alert it keeps showing me....)
nice work. Reminds me of that famous air from Handel's Messiah, "I know that my Meme Reader liveth".
I don't take eyes out of potatoes, and peeling them varies by purpose. It's not something we teach our students, either.
Various Alaskan cooks have told me that if the stuff in the eye doesn't actually look stem-ish, then there's no point cutting it out because you won't even know it's there in the finished dish. If it's still an integral part of the potato, the texture won't be different, and if it's started to actually grow then scrubbing will get rid of it. On the other hand, all green parts must come off.
There's a breathless hush in the pit tonight—
Men to kill and the crown to win—
A re-wed Queen and the party's light,
Enter the Prince as the last man in.
And it's not for the sake of his father's crown,
Or the lustful hopes of a kinky game,
But a ghostly figure not making a sound
"Stay, illusion!" is sounding lame.
The seat of the throne ends sodden red—
Red with the blood of a murdering king—
The palace is littered with dying and dead,
And a funeral's due to that dithering thing.
The river of death has brimmed his banks.
And Norway now can the kingdom take.
Let Fortinbras give his easy thanks,
For Hamlet lost for vengeance sake.
This is the play that year by year.
Since the author's son was untimely dead,
The powered elite must always hear,
And promptly scour out of their head.
All they learn is to strike out fast,
Time for thought is not to be.
Until, from out their ruthless past,
Another ghost comes to claim the fee.
Kip W @ #562:
Turns out I've missed the last few Toon River updates, so this is the first time I've seen the Richie Rich one. There's something about the voice you've given him that seems oddly familiar...
Dave Bell in the house, y’all
There’s a blog outta Brooklyn where the rhymes are cookin’
and the undisputed master—no poetaster—is MC Bell.
Say Big Dave Bell, y’all, he’s dope as hell, y’all,
the crowd says, “Damn! Let him loose on that Ham-let!”
He’ll put you in pain when he gets on that Dane,
He’ll kick your teeth in, it’s Elizabethan,
free-stylin’ rhymes with no net beneath him.
Or in other words: I liked your poem at #578, and I think it does as much exceed in greatness the rest of the verse on this thread as a Cathedral doth a parish church. (Props to anyone who recalls, without googling, the origin of that comparison.)
OT: Henry Kaiser hanging out underwater with seals in Antarctica. Music, scientific exploration, and cute mammals -- what's not to like?
When I was young I lived, variously, where there were party lines (having more than one person using the same wires) and farm lines. In addition to more than one person using the same wires, farm lines had other characteristics. First, they were in rural areas. There were quite a number of persons on each line, and everyone could listen in to all the calls. Everyone heard every ones' rings, and if too many people were interested in your news, the sound would get very faint, as it had to be divided between all the listeners. You might have to ask people to get off the line so you could hear your caller.
Second, farm lines were not owned by the phone company, but by the people who used them, and they were responsible for maintenance. The commonest problem was that the wind might blow down the pole, or blow the line off the pole, and if it touched the ground, you could no longer hear any calls.
Th "party line" was a feature of phones in cities, even big cities. Each line had four subscribers on it, in two pairs. You could hear the ring of the other phone of your pair, and if you picked up, you could hear the call, and participate in it. This was bad manners, though. Calls to members of the other pair could be heard, but you could not hear their rings. Rings were of two types, either "Brriiiiiing!" or "Brring brring!" so that the members of each pair could distinguish their calls.
Both of these phone systems were in common use when I was first married, and in fact when my first child was born. In fact, I believe I can say that in the city where I lived, party lines were not abolished until 1960. In the surrounding rural areas, farm lines lasted a few years more.
Years later, when my first child was grown up and married, she and her husband lived in what we were told was the last place in the US to have regular service installed. That was in about 1980. Prior to that, there was only one phone in the valley, at the store, and people had to go to town to make a call. I believe the phone was a satellite phone. The issue there was the very tall mountains which made any wire-stringing or radio transmission difficult, and no phone company wanted to spend the money, nor did the residents -- they were too few to make it practical.
It is surprising what one forgets. I haven't thought of those times, particularly the phone service of those times, for years. Now of course, I have a phone in my pocket. With which I can call anywhere in the world.
On green potatoes *puts on gardener nerd hat*:
Historically, with heritage varieties of potatoes, the presence of green WAS a warning sign that a potato might contain toxic levels of the compound solanin. However, this trait has been bred out of modern potatoes, and any commercial variety you find in a store will have negligible levels. It's just not enough to worry about, unless you were to, say, eat just the green parts of bushels of potatoes.
"Don't eat the green part" is one of those old wive's tales with a grain of truth behind it. There were heritage varieties where this was an issue, historically speaking.
Also, the reason we propagate potatoes via what is essentially cloning (by using root cuttings -- chopping the tomatoes up into pieces, one eye to a piece, and planting them) is because commercial potato varieties don't breed true. If you were to grow them from seeds, you may very well end up with very toxic potatoes (with or without the green bits.)
Potato leaves and fruit should be assumed to be poisonous.
And green potatoes usually don't taste all that great. They're generally past their prime. Cutting the green bits off does help with the flavor.
And, of course, don't use jimson weed as root stock for your tomato grafts.
Apparently I fat-fingered my first attempt to post this--so now of course it's going to post twice.
AKICIML: Have Bramah's Kai Lung books been visited by the Suck Fairy? (I've never read them, only heard them quoted many times with approval.) If not, are they suitable for teens?
Nonyme #583: One of my nieces tried cutting up supermarket potatoes (one eye per piece) and growing them. She got a decent batch of "baby" potatoes before she went off to college.
Jacque @ 584 -- eek. Jimson weed is so pretty, and so deadly ...
I've often thought that potatoes would be a prime candidate for some genetic engineering to create a plant that produced both potatoes and edible tomato-like fruit. Potato plants often set fruit in the garden anyway. What if those fruits were non-toxic and tasted like a good tomato?
Of course, people would scream about genetic engineering and it would probably never be marketable ... but what if it were possible? (Possibly, you could do it through selective breeding, without involving scary sounding science, but that might take a lot longer.)
Jacque @ #584, Berton Roueche for the win! (That story is my favorite example of how nonfiction doesn't have to be plausible.)
People already graft tomato plants onto potato roots to create a plant that grows both, called a "pomato". It's even commercially available in the UK as the TomTato.
Nonyme @587: Jimson weed is so pretty
We had a big jimson weed in our front yard for many years, until one year, it just quietly failed to come up. :-(
Some while after that, the area PTB got all twitchy about it because apparently some local teens got the bright idea of using it to get high....
Roxane Gay writes,
"Because I’ve been asked, I will not be publishing my book with Simon & Schuster now that they have dropped Milo. After I pulled my book, they changed the release date of Dangerous from March to June 13, the day my next book, Hunger, comes out."
When I was a bookseller (and part of the promotions team at a large independent), I was just on the receiving end of pub dates. That change seems gratuitous, dickish.
Dave Bell @578
Doug, #591: That was well said. It's not what S&S found to be a bridge too far that's really telling, it's what they didn't.
Nonyme 583: Very useful information, thank you. Apparently I've been "educating" my local grocery store with outdated information.
Also, the reason we propagate potatoes via what is essentially cloning (by using root cuttings -- chopping the tomatoes up into pieces, one eye to a piece, and planting them) is because commercial potato varieties don't breed true.
You say tomato, and I say potato...
Dave Harmon @544 and the rest of the rotary dial phone thread: those phones can be purchased with a modification that allows them to be used with modern phone lines. I bought two off eBay - a wall phone for the kitchen, the better to hear that really loud bell ringing when I'm outside, and a desk model (a red one!) for my office. The only downside is that, while you can send and receive calls, you can't "press 1 now."
I remember when we moved, when I was in high school, my father got a wall phone (black, of course) and mounted it next to the fridge, so that two people could be on the line at our end and see each other while talking. It didn't ring, though. (This would have been around 1967, so it wasn't a strictly-legal phone. Or, why it didn't ring.)
Lee @593, Precisely.
Clarentine @595, I used to have a device that would produce touch tones, for exactly that reason. I want to say this was in the mid-1990s when I was living in Central Europe and the telephony was eclectic and occasionally exciting.
AKICML: anyone have any expertise in tenant law in Nevada? (Worth a shot...)
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