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If a void can howl, then I suppose a silence can roar.
I was forced to watch part of "The Grudge Part II" last night and your last picture looks vaguely familiar. You don't have any freaky Japanese girls wondering around there do you?
A Lion in Winter?That's a cool old thermostat.Love the blue und yellow of the third photo
Anyone else see a skull in that snow pic?
Do a roaring fire in the fireplace. Of course the woodpile needs to be seasoned and close to the house. I have never had the pleasure of 24 below nights. Do fireplace fires help or hurt? A franklin stove set-up can be installed in the fireplace. Keep your feet warm and report back in the morning.
Isn't that a Tiffany blue?
Thank Heaven! the crisis—The danger is past,And the lingering illness Is over at last—And the fever called "Living" Is conquered at last."For Annie"Poe
Instead, [Poe] alarmed and confused the respectable reading public with his horrors and visions and spectres and Houses of Usher and murders in the Rue Morgue, and so died alone, wasted, drugged, and desitute, in a Baltimore hospital.The instrument from which Poe could evoke such dooms was perfectly capable of producing notes from its upper register like the music of a tin whistle, the prattlings of a Haynes Bayly or the bleats of a Wordsworth. Of such a kind are the two opening stanzas of For Annie, which follow; the fastidious reproduction, one might almost say, of the entry of the district nurse, wilfully sympathetic, flustered, untying bonnet-strings, panting slightly..._The Stuffed Owl, an Anthology of Bad Verse_
The best part of the cold weather we're having is the noise that is made -- that delightful squeak that snow makes when the temperature's down around 0 F. I can't get enough of that (Maybe because I just got back into town today just as the temperature inched into positive territory).
Listen carefully!You might hear your colleagues snickering.
Bill O'Reilly is telling me the Hudson River pilot (who was in the Air Force and safety specialist) was guided by God. Then I go online and Ann (a respected professor of law) is looking for signs.Life as an atheist's nightmare.
It snows so rarely here. I really love the silence that comes with a good snow.
XWL, I wish you commented here as often as you used to.
The silence in my house is superficial.
Hannibal Lecter: You still wake up sometimes, don't you? You wake up in the dark and hear the screaming of the chicken's. Don't you RH.(The Silence of the Fowl, 2009)
"Listen carefully! You might hear your colleagues snickering."Are they not poets?
They are Devo.
One must have a mind of winter To regard the frost and the boughs Of the pine-trees crusted with snow; The Snow ManStevens
Reminds me of why I miss and also why I don't miss living in Black Helicopter territory (Montana.)Winter: when everything looks so dead that nature buries it.Then again, today was a beautiful clear day with temperatures in the high sixties, perfect for smuggling your cargo of undocumented aliens, drugs or whatever else you've got hidden in the back here in the land of nearly perpetual sunshine.
Althouse, did you ever think that maybe "Joe The Electrician", A.K.A. AJD the Althouse poltergeist, is one of your colleagues? Did you accidentally spill some coffee on someone in the faculty lounge or something? I mean, he's been posting basically the same, usually professionally-based, insults for years now. It seems someone is a little bitter.
The absence of real winter is deadening to the human spirit. I mean, look at southern California. Or Florida.
I do really miss the "real" winters I had growing up in Ohio.But there is a downside to the cold. Yesterday we had to take old towels and blankets down to the dog my neighbor neglects. So there's something to be said for a temperate climate, I guess.
Palladian said...lthouse, did you ever think that maybe "Joe The Electrician", A.K.A. AJD the Althouse poltergeist, is one of your colleagues?"Mmmm.... yeah!"Did you accidentally spill some coffee on someone in the faculty lounge or something? I mean, he's been posting basically the same, usually professionally-based, insults for years now. It seems someone is a little bitter."Has it been years? I hadn't noticed. He's a little man of no import. Why should I care? I doubt if he is a colleague, because a real colleague would know that there is zero chance of threatening me with that sort of thing.
The absence of real winter is deadening to the human spirit. I mean, look at southern California. Or Florida. My hollow shell gives you the finger.
"The absence of real winter is deadening to the human spirit. I mean, look at southern California. Or Florida."Wow--a diss of 40 million people in a single sentence without an ethnic slur. Way to go.
blake:I'd second that. During the dead of winter, life goes on in the 'great white north' mostly indoors, while in Southern California, Florida (and here in Arizona, along with Texas and a few other places) it goes on on sidewalks, outdoors, indoors in public places that people can walk to, etc. There is a reason why states like North Dakota lose population every time they take a census. Nobody wants to stay there and freeze their butt off if they don't have to.
Actually, I'm not sure I disagree with Palladian, I just felt I should "represent". Heh.On the other hand, I was tooling around in my convertible (that's right--a '91 Geo Metro, baby!) with short-sleeves and no shoes. I wore long pants out of deference to our hostess.
"Wow--a diss of 40 million people in a single sentence without an ethnic slur. Way to go."Thank you, sir!
It's the spiritual stuffThat's all that I'm sayingI see bad ideasand wonder aloud.They just keep comingand I'm left reactingBut I'ma stopsince it's out of my hands.
"The absence of real winter is deadening to the human spirit. I mean, look at southern California. Or Florida."Real winter? Pfft. Unless you have lived north of Anchorage I doubt you know the meaning of real winter. Real winter is when you walk outside and you can tell how cold it is by how fast your nose hairs freeze. Real winter is when if you don't go out to lunch you don't see the sun. Real winter is when the river ice doesn't break up until May.Real winter sucks the life out of you. That's when all thinking Alaskans use their permanent fund dividend check to vacation in Hawaii.
Fairbanks was 52 yesterday. All-time record high for January. A rise of 96 degrees in 5 days. I guess they're not having real winter.
Eh, it happens. Of course as you sort of note from 2 through 10 Jan it was -40. It will really suck when it freezes up again, black ice galore, but a great time for ice fishing!
Chickens don't scream, as far as I know.They do make a neat food-discovery noise, real audio, say when they're wandering around and stumble across a pile of scratch feed near a microphone.
Sorry rh. I don't install "Real Player" and I don't listen to John and Ken.
Armstrong and Getty are what I'd suggest, not John and Ken.John and Ken used to do the A&G whimsey, but have gone to all outrage all the time, which gets better ratings.The first couple of hours of A&G are pretty good nearly always, before they go to desperate repetition, and callers, for the last two hours. 6-10am PST, get the podcast of the previous hour at about 20 after the hour, and without commercial breaks.I don't know how you'll learn about chickens without real player.
I've been listening to bits of Obama's speech (my wife is watching the ceremony, but I have more important things to do).But I screamed with laughter at his "if programs aren't working, we'll end them" comment (that's from memory, not an exact quote). That statement shows him to be incredibly naive or a good liar.The only government programs which end are ones where those involved are doing REAL work - because those people are capable of real work elsewhere, and don't have the extra motivation to lobby Congress for permanent employment in the way that the incompetent and ineffective do.
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