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Friday Xenartha Blogging – Sloth as in Sin

Posted on June 29, 2007 in Xenartha

Medieval theologians marked what amounts to the chief symptom of depression as one of the Seven Deadly Sins. Missionaries in the jungles of the Americas placed the term on the shoulders of the big-eyed, algae-haired creature we Xenarthan fans all know as the Sloth.

Ah Sharks

Posted on June 25, 2007 in Wastes of Time

They say that a rating can kill you:

Online Dating

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The Streetcar was Late Delicately

Posted on June 24, 2007 in Wastes of Time

square290A few days ago I amused/bemused my readership with some selections of statements concerning bipolar disorder translated from English to Chinese and back to English. The results were sometimes comic, sometimes mystifying.

Today, I applied the Babelfish translation engine to the Twitter public timeline where your chance to see something by someone you know is negligible. Twitter isn’t much of a melting pot, more of a pan for a ragout of many different languages. I focused on Japanese utterances. Here are the mystifying results:

  • When you have asked reaching it had distantly, it was different
  • When you see, you do not know in various ways. Switching cost so high
  • Persevering, don’t you think?! Me this week there is inventory, it is with it perseveres
  • With with
  • It is painful, discernment Akito house right one one favor? Engaging in right main point?
  • After changing into this address, using completely in the register or, also the annoyance mail coming until now to without being. It was done in someone the oak and others
  • English study meeting it waits for the fact that it starts
  • Rain. The streetcar was late delicately
  • Grotesque phenomenon attacks 3 year 2 set, ‘ raising to the teaching platform of legend!
  • When it is riding in the bus, the preschool girl who wears the leather shoes “the delicate part was said, the ゆ densely and” with showed the arm which can be stuck to the mosquito to the mother.
  • As for the stomach however it is not digested, start of job. Today one day cancer… it is drowsy cripes?

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Friday Xenartha Blogging — Dead Armadillo Background

Posted on June 22, 2007 in Xenartha

There’s nothing in the middle of the road except yellow lines and dead armadillos.*

Jim Hightower

You may want to honor [[Jim Hightower]] by putting up this background from Rock Kansas.

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Five Years of Obsession(?)

Posted on June 22, 2007 in Milestones Site News

Pax Nortona celebrates its fifth anniversary today.

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Paris Hilton in Jail

Posted on June 21, 2007 in Celebrity Irony & Sarcasm

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Stemming from sight, outside brains

Posted on June 20, 2007 in Wastes of Time

square289I don’t know if you’ve ever come across the Babelfish translation engine. It’s a great way to waste time plugging in your favorite English sayings and seeing how they come out when you translate them from English to Chinese and back again. For example that last sentence returns from Mao’s tongue as “How is this huge way wave waste time blocks the English view which likes in you and sees them to come out when you translate them again from English to Chinese and back.”

Get the idea? Let’s try a few phrases common to this and similar blogs.

I suffer from bipolar disorder.
I suffer the double pole to be chaotic.

Pardon me, but I am hallucinating again.
Forgives me, but I appear the illusion again.

What did you do with my lithium?
What have you made and my lithium?

I think the Pope wants me dead.
I thought the pope wants my dead.

My analyst told me that I was right out of my head. (Joni Mitchell)
My analyst told me, me correctly outside mine head.

I hear singing when there’s no one there, I smell blossoms and the trees are bare. All day long I seem to walk on air. I wonder why, I wonder why.
I hear to sing when does not have there, I smell blossom and the tree am bare. I as if am complacent all day. Why do I want to know, why I do want to know.

Picture yourself in a boat on a river with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly, the girl with kaleidoscope eyes.
Vividly describes oneself in a boat in a river and the tangerine tree and the orange jam sky. Some person tells you, you quite slowly replied, girl and kaleidoscope eye.*

Out of sight, out of mind.
Stemming from sight, outside brains

Go ahead. Try some of your own.

*Now that sounds like an acid trip!

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The White Dunes

Posted on June 20, 2007 in Bipolar Disorder PTSD Uncertainty

I would give my life to have a life again

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Truism

Posted on June 15, 2007 in Film Sayings

My mama used to say that America’s the big melting pot. You bring it to a boil and all the scum rises to the top.

Down by Law

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Friday Xenartha Blogging – Pink Fairy Armadillo

Posted on June 15, 2007 in Xenartha

The pink fairy armadillo is the smallest member of the Xenartha and looks like a rat with a treadmark on top. This page has a picture and information for ye Spanish readers.

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With Your Mouth Open

Posted on June 14, 2007 in Photography

square287The map is not the land and a photo is neither map nor land but a third place beyond occupation, hanging on a wall or projected from a website. What makes an outstanding photo memorable often denies the person words other than “Hey, that’s The Thing.” The best photos — and I am thinking of the works of [[Edward Weston]] for one example — mostly depict a combination that is unnameable:

Neither this nor this have much to “say” for themselves, but there is no doubt that it shoots you in the eye. They are not the place nor a legend of the place. The vicinity of the actual location is much too crowded with scenery to make an impression beyond the multitudinous. The photographer is a cake cutter, lining up the squares in a new frieze where the activity is not centaurs and their wenches. It’s the wrinkles of the planet, a seized up affair.

You cannot pretend that the photo is a voice without sounding like a penny philosopher yet it apprehends you, pauses your reality, agitates the cones of your eyes in such a way that a stillness like that of a predator freezes upon the turning earth, denying you sense of its rotation because of your oneness with the particular. You comprehend it with a faculty other than language. It disturbs you and makes you glad for the interruption.

One who does not view a photo with one’s mouth open, does not grasp the picture.

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You Didn’t Ask for It

Posted on June 10, 2007 in Site News

But if you want to know what I am saying on my Twitter, click on the Twitterings link at the end of each article.

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