Also, are there any attractant signs?
Volvos work, it would seem.
These ecological metaphors are charming and illuminating, but I can't get past the little stumbling block of knowing that a species generally cannot evolve to fit a particular ecological niche if its members can never find willing mates.
Terry @ 110: Wow, it's a municipality-wide application of the K.A.D.!
julia, you take that back.
I don't like heavily moderated sites on the far left like Pandagon.
Unless Pandagon has changed markedly in the months since I left, "heavily moderated" is not a phrase I would use to describe it. Hell, slanderous and threatening remarks aimed at co-bloggers weren't always enough to get someone banned.
I suppose I did tend toward a heavy hand with the bunny videos for a bit there.
More on topic, I'd think some sort of retroactive metric for "why is my last comment in moderation?" would be helpful, perhaps adding a record to the cms_user_wanker_permanentrecord table for future reference.
As someone who's been in a roughly similar situation, I would be very surprised if Seed Media did not provide PZ with representation, which will have been paid for already through Seed's very expensive insurance policy covering such things.
Not that this is any less of an outrageous annoyance, of course. But I'm betting PZ won't have to get his checkbook out for a bit.
Patrick @ #26:
This is just to say
I have excised the plums
that were in my...
oh, never mind.
I,
Pi,
Tip
Spit
At Psi as Psi sits: a spat.
Rapt is
Eta. Eta, parasite, reiterates:
"Faster, Pi! Spit rafts at Psi! Psi reaps a repast!"
Oaf Eta traipses off after Pi, praises
Naif, profane tropes
Meant as nastier praise for Psi.
Hasten from Pi, o seraphim, o phaetons, o pantheism metaphors!
Defiant morphs, fare the herdsman's fate in Hades!
Laden tenfold, phantom morphs fade fated, flattened, damned,
Under Pi's unshielded insult, Eta's froth, Psi's profane and unfed mirth.
MAJOR NELSON:
Now does my project gather to a head:
My tests fail not; reports are laid; and
The Doctor, Alfred Bellows, soon arrives. How's the day?
JEANNIE:
On the sixth hour; at which time, master,
You said your work would cease.
MAJOR NELSON:
I did say so,
When first this episode commenced. Say, my genie,
How fare the cocktail partiers?
JEANNIE:
Confined together
In the same fashion as you gave in charge,
Just as I left them; in the kitchen, master,
Magic-frozen at the electric range;
They cannot budge till my release. Healey,
The captain and your friend, shall keep distracted
The doctor and his bride, attendant on
Receiving your report. As you did ask,
Mindful of old past labours lost, perhaps,
I have, with care, secreted your report
Where no harm might befall it, so ensuring
Your occult celestial works' success,
And then our honeymoon. My heart so longs
That if you now beheld it, your affections
Would become tender.
MAJOR NELSON:
Where hast thou hidden my report, Jeannie?
JEANNIE:
Why, in my father's keep, master, In Araby's far sultanate.
Venturing a bit afield from academe, and not so much "do not cite" as "do not count as credible": any gardening/horticulture/arboriculture manual that speaks favorably of:
- topping trees
- using special "compost starter" or "transplant solution"
- sterilizng pruners between cuts with bleach
- sealing or painting tree wounds.
I.
sing bright, kind silk bird!
ringing trills in this first light,
writing mind with wind wings!
birth night's living mist;
imprint this spring skin with flight.
II.
If I did kiss this still chin, did kiss this lip,
If I bit this slight girl's thin milk-tit shirt,
will I find print, livid signs in bright ink?
will insipid sin lift this stiff-stitched skirt?
There was something niggling at me about my E haiku, when it hit me: it needed more lines.
Edge effects
Glee! The deep freeze recedes.
Even the bejeweled bees, ever kept penned,
Greet the respected beekeeper.
These stretched present vessels, these feeble knees,
These leveled, dependent legs,
End the secret sense the experts set,
The present red-dressed regret.
Yes, pen the letters. Send them west,
Let sweet green verses rest well there,
News needle-tests the chest-nerves' senses.
Would it utterly disgust anyone if I mentioned that one of the members of my writing group came up with a 200-or-so-word story with just the letter "e"?
No consonants?
Glee! The freeze recedes.
Bees, ever fennel-seekers,
flee the nettle-trees.
I wonder how many of the "never read this!" recommendations are for actual factual errors, and how many are because the commenter dislikes the book's writer, or the subject matter, or the writer's take on the subject matter.
Answering for myself:
#160 Wilber — all of the above.
#156 Schaeffer — lovely writing, exhaustive knowledge of the area, conclusions that make him either a crank or a visionary and either way you don't want him showing up in your dissertation.
#160 Bryson — lovely writer, infinitely credulous. Example from A Short History of Nearly Everything:
"The rocks are viscous, but only in the same way that glass is. It may not look it but all the glass on earth is flowing downwards under the relentless drag of gravity. Remove a pane of really old glass from the window of a European cathedral and it will be noticeably thicker at the bottom than at the top."
Jeffrey Schaeffer, The Geomorphic Evolution of the Yosemite Valley and Sierra Nevada Landscapes: Solving the Riddles in the Rocks.
And he'll freeze you
He'll enquease you
All to film-disaster cheese you.
He's atrocious, and he's discussed
What he fakes to make a block bust
He casts Bujold where you'd cast Deneuve
He's got Irwin Allen's oeuvre.
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