From my June 11th posting “Purple Pride”, about a calla lily:
Cairo Callen is twice the size he was last year, and a lighter, subtler pinkish purple than last year (the ways of plants are inscrutable)
He’s also blooming way late, even given a long cool stretch; all the other callas bloomed long ago, and have now died down to the ground for most of a year of dormancy.
But wait, there’s more. About Cairo Callen and about Spathy, the spathiphyllum that lives on my worktable.
Yesterday, in the posting “Return to the E. Zwicky grain mill”,
Kim Darnell has been preparing a Page on this blog linking to my postings about Switzerland and the Swiss. This has caused her to discover still more Zwicky-related sites — thus giving me still more things to post about. The great cycle of posting.
That posting took us to the Schweizerische Schälmühle (‘Swiss hulling-mill’) E. Zwicky and its muesli. Meanwhile, the Page on “Switzerland, things Swiss” is now finished and available for consultation.
And Kim has turned my attention back to another well-known Swiss firm, the Zwicky & Co. silk thread factory (Seidenzwirnerei), recognized to many people through Swiss artist Donald Brun’s elegantly playful 1950 ad poster for the company:
Also blazing stars, gayfeathers, and wandflowers. All plants, colorfully named. Providing a little exercise in taxonomic names vs. common names.
The fried eggs come from Elizabeth Daingerfield Zwicky, who posted this on her Facebook page yesterday:
(#1) EDZ: “Portrait mode makes fried egg flowers even more absurd” (by erasing the flower stem, so that the flower appears to be floating in the air)
The fairy wands I came across at Palo Alto’s Gamble Gardens this morning:
(#2) Angel’s (fishing) rods, wand flowers, or fairy wands
Kim Darnell has been preparing a Page on this blog linking to my postings about Switzerland and the Swiss. This has caused her to discover still more Zwicky-related sites — thus giving me still more things to post about. The great cycle of posting.
First up is a return to an old topic, the E. Zwicky company that makes, among other things, Zwicky muesli. See my 10/17/16 posting “More Zwicky postings”, with image #1 of muesli from the E. Zwicky AG [‘Ltd., LLC’] mill, with brief copy about the company. But now more detail, starting with the company’s logo, which involves both a stylized Zwicky signature and the company mascot, a little gnome:
(#1)
(About the social and sexual worlds of gay men as represented in gay porn. About men’s bodies, especially the muscle hunk body type. And about mansex. Not for kids or the sexually modest.)
The intro to today’s posting “Muscle Daddies Day” on AZBlogX, about a TitanMen sale for Fathers Day, featuring Liam Knox and Luke Adams in Muscle Daddies:
The TitanMen sales for US holidays contnue. Recently, Mothers Day skillfully turned into a gay porn occasion by focusing on muscle hunks who are muthuhs, using material from the gay porn DVD New Rules. Then mansex for Memorial Day featuring the DVD Beef. Now for Fathers Day — which in the gay porn world is always going to be about Daddy / Boy relationships — we get, of course, material from Muscle Daddies, a DVD I posted about back in March.
For almost 33 years now, I’ve been mishearing the lyrics to the theme song “Thank You For Being a Friend” for the American sitcom The Golden Girls (which debuted in September 1985 and continued through 1992). Just one line:
And the card attached would say
which I hear, every time (including just now, as I watch re-runs of the show), as
And the heart attack would say
The phonological relationships are close, but of course heart attack makes no sense at all in the context. Yet the illusion perseveres. Even when I know it’s about to come up again, I have to struggle not to hear heart attack.
Because we can. And we think it’s clever. And cute.
But why try to read the minds of people who do these things? Just sit back and admire their artisanal pigs in blankets. On a Pinterest board:
Yesteday’s hot news from my little corner of academia, a message from my Stanford linguistics colleague Beth Levin announcing that
Dan Jurafsky … has just been appointed to an endowed chair, the Jackson Eli Reynolds Professorship in the Humanities.
Margaret Jacks Hall was thronged with well-endowed celebrants bearing chairs and singing paeans to the law and the American banking system, bringing to conclusion not only the month of Ramadan but also an extraordinarily crowded season of doctoral debuts (some of which I will report on in other postings).
In the midst of this, excited buzz — like the murmuring of innumerable bees — over the verbing of chair in the sense (roughly) ‘to award a named professorship to’.
In the One Big Happy of May 30th, Ruthie falls into the pit of use and mention:
There’s an adjective proper as defined by Ruthie’s mother. Then there’s the adjective proper in the idiomatic nominals proper noun / name. And that’s just the beginning of the problem.