my previous post on dining out twice on the same night with same friends was so delicious blogger ate it.
In short, I went to the big city and ate and drank myself stupid ... and drunk. Just what I needed. I also mentioned a slight or is that a sleight from a florist regarding the hipness of idelcand poppies... Nevertheless here is the proof of purchase.

i give you that they were blurry ... I happen to like blurry ... oh unfocused you say? ... enough of your metaphorical talk ... but blogger photo editor what are you doing to me?

blue stockings = blue jeans?

The good old OED, eh. I was under the impression that bluestocking was a (pejorative?) reference to academic women's dress. But oh boy wrong again. It was the men who wore them. Was this the eighteenth century drawing room version of a casual friday?

blue-stocking, n. SECOND EDITION 1989 ( k ) Also Blue-stocking, etc. [As an attributive phrase, with the sense of ‘wearing blue stockings’, this is found as early as the 17th c. (see 1a.); in its transferred sense it originated in connexion with re-unions held in London about 1750, at the houses of Mrs. Montague, Mrs. Vesey, and Mrs. Ord, who exerted themselves to substitute for the card-playing, which then formed the chief recreation at evening parties, more intellectual modes of spending the time, including conversation on literary subjects, in which eminent men of letters often took part. Many of those who attended eschewed ‘full dress’; one of these was Mr. Benjamin Stillingfleet, who habitually wore grey or ‘blue’ worsted, instead of black silk stockings. In reference to this, Admiral Boscawen is said (Sir W. Forbes Life of Beattie (1806) I. 210 note) to have derisively dubbed the coterie ‘the Blue Stocking Society’ (as not constituting a dressed assembly). The ladies who supported the reform were at first called Blue Stockingers, Blue Stocking Ladies, and at length, about 1790, when the actual origin of the term was remembered by few, Blue Stockings, in later slang abbreviated to Blues.]

pinky blue

So the choices were baby pink or baby blue. Two of my least favourite colours. And why should there be this subtle or not so subtle gender agenda with cleaning products. Its bad enough I have to live with these ugly wooden blinds never mind having to buy ugly products to clean the buggers. Do household cleaner things have a history of gendered design? Have I just noticed this before... The inventors of Australasia's (I hate that term) most popular domestic bleach named the product of their wives - Jan and Nola = Janola (TM). I wonder how they felt about it, a little pleased, the immortality of the eponym? Or perhaps they got the message that inventing the stuff was the last 'the boys' were going to have to do with it. From here on in it would be Jan and NOla, mopping, scouring, disinfecting, and when disaffected with household chores - drinking?

Oh and what's with the name handy dandy duster?

last of days

Remember oh about 12 weeks ago I posed how there were eleven teaching weeks left? You do the math(s). Yes last official week of classes and only review week to go! Can't wait to see the back of them, I'm afraid. And also afraid that I have not even begun to plan for my next bout of fieldwork/tropical diseases.

And now an important message from ... someone with a spraycan














Still nice to see Ms Harry still has it.

its not true guys talk about their feelings its just mostly not worth listening to

3 PhDs on the lam, and I have never heard so much breast talk. Admittedly it didn't mostly come from my colleagues, let us call the Dr Nietzche and Dr Tiriti, but still. We are led to believe that men are stoic with their emotions, but Dr N itemised the many attributes of his partner, adn Dr T talked about how much he wanted to get laid. Around us in the various pubs and bars of this hysterical town, more men did the same - the attributes however were purely physical and not always as highly rated as Dr N and his partner, and many many others were getting closer to Dr T's goal.

I sat there quietly taking it all in and listening to the stories of our new friends. A young guy told us how he got arrested for accidently pissing on a cop while in drag, and another older and perhaps wiser asserted that he never comes to the big city (he lives 10 mins away) because he can't get laid in this town. This happened at apparently what is known as the solo mothers' bar ... ?!?

We went elsewhere and then somewhere else again.

as Rove McMAnnus would say

A musical of The Apprentice ... what the?

A singing toupe ... say its not the truth

six degrees of on a clear day you can see forever

I wanted to find my sister's website. I googled. I discovered some fun family facts. I have a very unusual surname, not many of us have it. If you are one of the dwindling numbers, you must be related to the rest of us. There are two people with my sister's name. Of all the names in the world, you'd think we'd get it together and get different ones. Factoid 2. Some kooks in Scotland have traced all possible relations on either side of this husband and wife geneology obsession. And yep there we are, all lined up with our stupid name, related to this woman (in Scotland perhaps) by her father's mother's mother's mother's male lineage. As is Barbara Funny Girl Streisand. That is too funny. I wish I had her nose.