Posts by Riddley Walker
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Anybody read A Distant Episode
no but it reminds me of John Barth's Floating Opera, which i was trying to think of before when m was talking about the incompatibility of formal linguistics and writing poetry. (though yes of course each informs the others etc, i mean being in the right wordspace to practice each). but then i also think theres no serious distinction between art and science or words and numbers really. guinea pig logic, go figure.I've always thought losing your tongue would be pretty anoying.
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all grammar-nerdy excited
i got that with auto-illustrative, as in "word", "English" and "abstruce". a kind of sematic onomatopoeia.
we know when to smile and nod
that's a nice thing.
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English's willingness to nick and incorporate new forms is what has helped it become so pervasive and useful.
as long as the new form adds something new and generally leads to an increased efficiency, beauty, or identification, or a reduction in uncertainty between communicators, then it's got a chance of surviving in a community. -
crikey, i didn't see the pictures the first time around.
i may be busy... for a while.fyi i resemble Little Lamb (only not so much hair obviously).
that Chewy eh...
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Joe that second one "wheeking" was filthy!
the first one was just sleazy. -
would that it were
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good links thanks m.
how are you feeling Russell? are you feeling better now? nothing like a stomach upset.
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isn't X also a sign of Christ, as in Xristos, his pre-anglicized name?
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Fairey did some unusual aircraft and indeed the Battle (Fairey Battle, pfnarr pfnarr) was a flying coffin when it was put up against opponents with next generation machines. The Firefly was quite neat, you can clearly see the Supermarine association.
Not sure it is all that clever to name a carrier based plane after a bird that dives into the sea alot! heh heh, i reckon. ah the days before aviation too succumbed to marketing.
for you m, The Most Beautiful Fairey Swordfish.
when i was at the see, my companion and i climbed a hill. at the top we were surrounded by poo (which as you will know is quite comforting for us guinea pigs, even if it was sheep and rabbit). i sat with my black eyed beloved (kind of a guinea pig Dora Marr), we looked out to little barrier and sniffed the air. we both gave a little squeak of pleasure never to be forgotten.
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how's this for an eccentric looking beast, the Fairey Gannet. counter-rotating props.