Daemonic

I understand the film is hellish and I shan’t go to see it but this amused me (via Simple Country Vicar on Facebook). Apparently there are 12 days of mutability during which the time-rich/curious can go and change my self-image and turn my daemon into something else. Maybe a slug, or something.

Hot from Neha's computer and wifi

Hysterically funny. She, who speaks Tamil, can no longer sing any other lyrics. There’s a whole series of “buffalaxed” videos on youTube. Did *you* get high today? I see the nuns are gay.

A case when Lessing is definitely more

So utterly superb. Doris Lessing wins the Nobel Prize for Literature:

Permanent Secretary Horace Engdahl said, “I think it was a big surprise to everyone and probably to herself. She was not home when I phoned, she is not waiting for my call.”

So much so that she was out shopping. And came back to a Reuters camera crew outside her house.

There’s a longer version of this clip here.

I feel sorry for her. She probably knows how appallingly invasive “newsgatherers” can be and the full horror of being in the spotlight. And she’s old. And probably rather tired. And almost certainly not entirely well-tempered. And it’s going to be annoying going down in history as the person who said “Oh Christ” when given the happy news. But it’s a great piece of video.

Sausage’s unconformity

You would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. Round. As in roughly cylindrical. Ok, there are individual variations on the theme – the skinny pink chipolata; the thicker, and disturbingly flecked, Cumberland sausage; the massively-dimensioned and curvilinear heft of the boerewors. These differences do not detract from the unifying form. Not for nothing is the term “sausage-shaped” in common use and widely understood.

So, like I say, you would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. But you would be wrong.

In Scotland the sausages are flat and square.

lawn sausages

When I first came across this, um, delicacy, I was told it was “lawn sausage”. What a peculiar name, I thought. I supposed it referred to, er, the squareness and flatness of grass-covered gardens. The word is actually “Lorne”, as in Lorne sausages. But assumptions that they hail from Lorne are, apparently, incorrect.

The cooking instructions advised “blotting” the sausage with a piece of kitchen towel to remove excess fat before serving. With a 20% fat content that requires most of a roll of kitchen towel to mop up and doesn’t leave much actually to eat. It didn’t go down well with the assembled masses (apart from Maizy) but the black pudding was a hit, rather to my surprise.

The title refers to Hutton’s Unconformity, past which we walked all unknowingly. Here is our palatial accommodation guarded by our faithful hound:

home 1

More pictures (mainly of the boys, invisible to those not “friend”s on flickr) here.

Sausage's unconformity

You would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. Round. As in roughly cylindrical. Ok, there are individual variations on the theme – the skinny pink chipolata; the thicker, and disturbingly flecked, Cumberland sausage; the massively-dimensioned and curvilinear heft of the boerewors. These differences do not detract from the unifying form. Not for nothing is the term “sausage-shaped” in common use and widely understood.

So, like I say, you would be forgiven for thinking that all sausages are alike. But you would be wrong.

In Scotland the sausages are flat and square.

lawn sausages

When I first came across this, um, delicacy, I was told it was “lawn sausage”. What a peculiar name, I thought. I supposed it referred to, er, the squareness and flatness of grass-covered gardens. The word is actually “Lorne”, as in Lorne sausages. But assumptions that they hail from Lorne are, apparently, incorrect.

The cooking instructions advised “blotting” the sausage with a piece of kitchen towel to remove excess fat before serving. With a 20% fat content that requires most of a roll of kitchen towel to mop up and doesn’t leave much actually to eat. It didn’t go down well with the assembled masses (apart from Maizy) but the black pudding was a hit, rather to my surprise.

The title refers to Hutton’s Unconformity, past which we walked all unknowingly. Here is our palatial accommodation guarded by our faithful hound:

home 1

More pictures (mainly of the boys, invisible to those not “friend”s on flickr) here.

Cool and shiny

So you’re out and about, as you are, and there’s a bangin’ choon winding down the aural canal from some boomin’ sound system. “That’s a bangin’ choon” you think to yourself. But you’re waaaaaay too cool to, like, ask what it is. Or you’re hearing it in a lift and there’s nobody available to question. Whatever. Either way help is at hand:

shazam - cool and shiny

Yes, you really can dial a number on your mobile to access large numbers of autistic obsessive-compulsive music-loving elves a machine to “listen” to the said choon, identify it and text back the relevant details. But at a price, as you can see. However the service is impressive given the non-mainstream nature of the track it was tested on. (The video is extraordinary. Mr Vek is a man unconcerned with image, I would guess.)

So that’s the cool and the shiny. Also not hot, but in a bad way, is the experience of hanging round on dating sites.

Im seeking a lady who is in need of mutual pleasures, Im hoping for regular meetings, friendship is also important to me, Im 56yrs Slim with a well toned body, a nice tight bum, and reasonably well endowed
Im have average looks, Im clean

says one hopeful.

At many cases I am romantic, and like good conversations with anyone normal person, but in bed I like to face big boobs

says another.

It’s been a long time (a very long time) since I was last on the market and “dating” isn’t something I’m familiar with. Looks like that’s not going to change any time soon. I’ll just have to keep ogling trees instead.

slinky-dress twirling tree

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A pointed digital thought

The widespread reporting of a man having elective surgical modification of his thumbs to reduce their size in order better to use his touch-sensitive iPhone keypad and the chance remark of a friend that their child uses their thumb to switch on lights led me to wonder about pointing.

…pointing is an activity that sits at the intersection of theoretical accounts of language acquisition, semiotics, social cognition, the neurobiology of communication, the philosophy of mind, and the evolution of language.

All pointing by small people that I’ve seen involves the index finger. Is this in some way innate or is it learned? Would a baby reared by acquired-thumb-dominant people point with its thumb? When/if thumb dominance becomes more widespread would it affect existing digital gestures? would, for instance, the (culturally specific) signal for hitch-hiking of an upraised thumb change to something different because of possible confusion with other gestures? Would you eventually give someone the thumb instead of the finger?

There has, of course, been research conducted into the optimal size of a target for a touch-screen device operated by the thumb with a single hand. Of course. It’s Finnish and involved gathering very specific information:

Hand width and thumb length were recorded for each participant. Thumb length varied between 99 and 125 mm (m=115 mm, σ = 5.75), and hand width varied between 75 and 97 mm (m=88 mm, σ = 6.08).

It seems to me that another important variable, and one which lent credence to the thumb-modding story, is thumb width. That doesn’t seem to have been measured.

Meanwhile I idly picked up a ruler and measured the length of my own thumb. It appears to be mutantly short. Very very much shorter than the shortest Finnish thumb despite my hand width being only just smaller than the narrowest Finnish hand. I wonder whether I am deformed or people in Finland have generally very long thumbs.