Jorge Luis Borges once wrote, in a 1960 essay called “Mutations,”
In a hallway I saw a sign with an arrow pointing the way, and I was struck by the thought that that inoffensive symbol had once been a thing of iron, an inexorable, mortal projectile that had penetrated the flesh of men and lions and clouded the sun of Thermopylae and bequeathed to Harald Sigurdson, for all time, six feet of English earth.
This line came to mind when, a few years ago, I had to write a poem for a poetry workshop class. Looking back, it was the easiest course credit I ever got. Read More »
To those familiar with the Cuttlefish‘s habits, this is, of course, old news.
I wouldn’t think you could get anything useful out of a blogospheric ramble about Blavatsky and Theosophy, but the Digital Cuttlefish was able to see past the blather about “fifth race humans” and the “girasas race” to find artistic and comedic gold, with just the proper bite:
Ceiling Cat is watching you post
From up in his lofty location —
The comments make Ceiling Cat shudder and say
“O Hai. You can has medication.”
This is Orson Welles, ladies and gentlemen, out of character to assure you that The War of The Worlds has no further significance than as the holiday offering it was intended to be. The Mercury Theatre’s own radio version of dressing up in a sheet and jumping out of a bush and saying Boo!
Starting now, we couldn’t soap all your windows and steal all your garden gates by tomorrow night… so we did the best next thing. We annihilated the world before your very ears, and utterly destroyed the C. B. S. You will be relieved, I hope, to learn that we didn’t mean it, and that both institutions are still open for business.
So goodbye everybody, and remember please, for the next day or so, the terrible lesson you learned tonight. That grinning, glowing, globular invader of your living room is an inhabitant of the pumpkin patch, and if your doorbell rings and nobody’s there, that was no Martian… it’s Halloween.
“Cuttlefish” was recently inducted into the Order of the Molly, joining the nice folks (Kristine, Scott, Zeno, Kseniya, TorbjÃ¶rn, etc.) and the ill-tempered illiterates (me) in the most elect group of Pharyngula commenters. Whoever this “Cuttlefish” might be, they’ve showered the Pharyngulans with delightful verse, each poem a fitting anti-prayer for the hymnal of Atheist Pope Richard I.
Blankenship and Lovitt (1976), for example, found that in the presence of irrelevant numerical information, LD [Learning Disabled] students rotely added all numbers.
The more subtle question is whether rotely can be used as an adverb. In this example, it modifies added, and Liberman provides instances of rotely modifying turned out,tinkled out and affixed, in addition to usages like “material rotely learned” and “rotely feminized ‘conformity’.” Now, sometimes the -ly suffix turns a noun into an adjective (for example, kingly), but television raised me to think that its main use is turning adjectives into adverbs: Read More »
Sean Carroll mourns the lack of salacious “guilty pleasures” among academics (or at least among those academics who are willing to talk). In response, particle cosmologist Mark Trodden says the best thing I’ve heard all week. Read More »
So Tara Smith writes about her trip to the Creation Museum, and she says they watched a movie about angels where the chairs vibrated and the seats squirted water any time when the movie made a really stupid claim, and down in the comment thread CJ compared this to the “feelies” of Brave New World, and somehow I felt a song coming on: Read More »