Theft and retrieval

January 14, 2018

A posting about my life, though there will be incidental music (Glenn Gould’s 1955 recording of Bach’s Goldberg Variations) and a linguistics book (Julie Tetel Andresen & Phillip M. Carter, Languages in the World, 2016).

The story starts with the music, piped during the night from my laptop computer (a MacBook Pro 15.4 from 2010) in the front of the house to my bedroom in the back. Around 2 a.m. yesterday, I came partially to consciousness, feeling the beginning of an old man’s need to take a middle-of-the-night leak but enjoying the Gould Goldberg in a semi-conscious state — when the music cut out. This sometimes just happens, for reasons I can’t discern, so wasn’t alarmed but dozed for a while, then did the bathroom thing and stumbled into the front of the house to check out the computer’s settings.

And discovered that the laptop was gone. Vanished, which would explain why the music had died. Everything unplugged, the scraps of notes on top of the laptop put aside on a chair, but nothing else disturbed in any way. Creepy.

This is Act 1, The Theft Discovered.

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STIR FRYS

January 12, 2018

From the recent Linguistic Society of America meetings in Salt Lake City, via Mike Pope, this sign in the window at the downtown restaurant Mollie & Ollie:

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Of linguistic note: the spelling STIR-FRYS — rather than STIR-FRIES — for the plural of the C[ount] noun STIR-FRY (most commonly spelled as hyphenated STIR-FRY, but occasionally solid STIRFRY or separated STIR FRY). This spelling preserves the identity of the base word FRY and so treats the noun STIR-FRY as an inviolable unit.

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The triumph of confidence over expertise

January 11, 2018

A J.A.K. cartoon in the January 15th New Yorker:

Classic mansplaining, right down to the interruption.

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Electric underwear

January 11, 2018

(Men’s bodies, underwear, and some mansex — offstage but undeniably hard-core. So not for kids or the sexually modest.)

Well, homowear — harnesses, jockstraps, armbands, suspenders, pouches, even socks. Queer fetishwear that glows in the dark, in four neon colors (blue, green, yellow, red) and rainbow, either in solid or flashing mode, for “guys who are ready to light up the night!”.

(#1) We gonna rock down to Electric Underwear / And then we’ll take it harder

Posing steamily in shoulder harnesses, armbands, jock pouches and straps, all in LED glowwear from the raunchily named Breedwell company.

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Puns and metatheses

January 10, 2018

Two recent cartoons: a Rhymes With Orange from the 8th, with a hall / howl pun; and a One Big Happy from December 13th in which Ruthie struggles with the word permanent:

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Yet another Xmas package

January 10, 2018

Back in 2010, it was mostly the elves and their packages. This year’s late Xmas entry has cranky Santa:

From Amanda Walker. My friends appreciate my tastes, and on occasion are willing to cater to them.

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Orchids in the rain

January 9, 2018

The first of the blooms on the Jacques orchids (as I think of them), in yesterday’s rain:

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The clowns of death and the frogs of Wellsboro

January 9, 2018

Two recent Zippy strips: the clowns of death on the 6th and the frogs of Wellsboro PA today:

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Two strips on sad themes of abuse and loss: the clown as death’s head, the commercial folk-art figure as exploited, untended, and decaying. In both: humor as an ultimately failing warding-off of decline and death. But on the way we laugh.

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Another visit to Felicia’s

January 8, 2018

Just over six years ago (on 12/10/11), I posted recollections of Felicia’s in Boston’s North End and one of the restaurant’s signature dishes, Chicken Verdicchio (named for the slightly greenish white wine that figures in the dish). Eventually, Ray Buccino, a retired pharmacist/biochemist in Houston, found this posting and sent me his own recollections of Felicia’s: he and his wife Gayla visited the place when they were at the University of Connecticut (just as Ann and I ate there when we were at MIT), they too got a copy of the recipe from Felicia, but they managed to save theirs (ours got lost in many moves), and now he and his daughter Linda Rucker (a grant writer for a local charity) are putting together a family recipe book, with this one it.

With their permission, their text on memories of the restaurant; and Felicia’s recipe, with their amendments.

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Exclamations

January 7, 2018

The One Big Happy from 12/9:

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If she takes a (claw) hammer to your favorite toy truck, you’ll be likely to cry out. At the very least, something on the order of Oh, no! But quite possibly something stronger.

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