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VETERAN'S DAY [11 Nov 2009|11:18am]

lord_whimsy


I don't believe that I ever told this story about my grandfather, whose name I inherited. My grandfather served as an Army Air Corps 1st Lieutenant in the Pacific Theater. He flew a P-51 Mustang in the 110th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron (whose nickname was "The Musketeers"), and logged in over sixty missions, during which he became an "ace."

The young fellows in his squadron would sometimes play tricks on one another to break up the monotony of long missions: they would sometimes duck below the cloud cover and pop up in front of another buddy's plane to spook him--an inverted kind of leapfrog. It was during such a lull that one of his squadron ducked below the cloud cover to be greeted by a fusillade of Japanese gunfire, both hand weapons and mounted anti-aircraft. The squadron was flying through a narrow, steep valley at the time; they were essentially trapped, and had to run the gauntlet of the entire valley to escape. Many of his fellow pilots panicked and pulled up into the worst of the crossfire, and were quickly killed. My grandfather kept his plane low to the ground and hit the throttle as hard as he could; despite this, his plane was completely torn to pieces by all the gunfire. Out of his ten-man squadron, only he and another pilot made it out of that valley.

They made their way out over the sea, where the other plot bailed (not clear if he was picked up later or not). My grandfather gave serious thought to bailing himself, but instead decided to attempt to get his plane back to the base--a tricky thing, since one of his landing gear wheels was pinned inside the wing by Japanese ammunition. His cockpit's glass canopy was shattered to the point of being opaque, save for a small five-inch clear spot on the lower left of his windscreen.

He made his two-wheeled approach to the jungle landing strip, whereupon his Mustang cartwheeled until it came to rest upside-down in a ditch, breaking his two front teeth. They righted his plane so that my grandfather could get out. This is when he discovered that he made the right decision: apparently, a bullet had rammed across his cockpit and took out the straps of his parachute, which slid off his back as he stood up. He then looked over his shoulder at the useless parachute, and his plane riddled with hundreds of bullet holes (they gave up counting after 300). He then passed out.

Anyway, that's the family lore.

The 110th Tactical Reconnaissance Squadron, aka "The Musketeers." My grandfather is circled in red. Note the cowboy boots. Cocky little bastards, the lot of them. The Air Corps took shorter men because they tend to hold up under high "g" maneuvers that would cause most taller men to pass out.



The Squadron's Logo.



A 110th TRS P-51. My grandfather named his "Donnie Allen," after my grandmother and father, who was an infant at the time.



~W
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Websites as slideshows [11 Nov 2009|11:25am]

imomus
I recently experienced a catastrophic Safari meltdown; every time I launched the browser it quit, and even deleting lots of library files and re-installing Safari didn't help. So I switched to Firefox. There are some things I don't like as much (poor History implementation, lack of Search Snapback), but there are compensations too. For instance, the add-on that allows you to turn any webpage into a slideshow.

Now, turning a website into a slideshow is a bit like turning a bicycle into a record player; it's perverse, against the grain. People put images onto their websites in a certain context. When you pull them up and turn them into a full-screen sequence of three-second images, you de- and re-contextualize them. The intended narrative gets stripped away, replaced by a new narrative which can be surreal, dreamlike, or psychologically revealing. That's the theory, anyway.

It doesn't always work. News sites like the BBC, The Guardian and Google News have done something to their html to make slideshowing impossible. Stil in Berlin works, Face Hunter doesn't. But those street fashion blogs are predominantly visual already, packaged as sequences of images. So is stripes-crazy Stanley Lieber's LiveJournal.



Some blogs frustrate the desire to escape text by bringing it into their images. Hipster Runoff sprinkles its jpegs with bitmapped lettering: "ELECTROMA = POOP", the images say, or "I deserve a better life / career / job". What emerges here is the extent to which American hipsterism simply recycles American strip malls and office cubicles with a tiny justifying sparkle of irony.

Letters of Note shows images of... letters, naturally. That doesn't preclude visual interest, of course; some of them, like the Lucasfilms recruitment ad up the page, are visually pretty arresting.

The slideshow thing works better with Awful Library Books, although, like the blog itself, the interestingness of the books depicted (rooted in their otherness) contradicts the blog's whole premise, which is to encourage librarians to weed out, name and shame inappropriate, absurd or boring books from their libraries. Leave them there, I say! We need those glimpses of otherness more than we need appropriateness.



The slideshow software works well with Japanese sites like Sajiblo (which documents the refurbishment of an old building as an organic cafe) because they tend to publish quite high resolution photos at absurdly small sizes. For non-Japanese-readers the slideshow doesn't change the essential experience of these websites (they're already image sequences), it merely strips out the clutter of text.

It's worth saying that full-screening images, while it does take away the clutter of nested windows most of us have on our screen, doesn't remove the windows metaphor entirely: what, after all, is a computer screen but a proposed "window on the world"? What it does do, though, is replace an ugly, complex collision of frames with a single, apparently-authoritative one. It replaces a messy space-sequence (lots of complicated relationships between frames and text and images) with a single, simple, tidy time-sequence. The fact that that big authoritative time sequence is actually fairly random and decontextualised is what makes it so fascinating: the big images become a sort of oracle, telling us unexpected things.

Click Opera, slideshow-ified, for instance, looks like a trailer for a sexy, didactic, utopian horror film.
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11.11.39 [11 Nov 2009|06:30am]
orwelldiaries

Very fine weather, as yesterday. Birds all singing almost as though it were spring. Notice that horse dung of some mares & their foals out in the fields is extremely dark, almost black, presumably for being out at grass with no corn. Added another sackful of leaves. [Total on facing page: 6.]

5 eggs. Sold 1 score @ 4/4. Total this week 45.

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Saturday 10 November 1666 [10 Nov 2009|11:00pm]
pepysdiary

Up and to the office, where Sir W. Coventry come to tell us that the Parliament did fall foul of our accounts again yesterday; and we must arme to have them examined, which I am sorry for: it will bring great trouble to me, and shame upon the office. My head full this morning how to carry on Captain Cocke's bargain of hemp, which I think I shall by my dexterity do, and to the King's advantage as well as my own. At noon with my Lord Bruncker and Sir Thomas Harvy, to Cocke's house, and there Mrs. Williams and other company, and an excellent dinner. Mr. Temple's wife; after dinner, fell to play on the harpsicon, till she tired everybody, that I left the house without taking leave, and no creature left standing by her to hear her. Thence I home and to the office, where late doing of business, and then home. Read an hour, to make an end of Potter's Discourse of the Number 666, which I like all along, but his close is most excellent; and, whether it be right or wrong, is mighty ingenious. Then to supper and to bed. This is the fatal day that every body hath discoursed for a long time to be the day that the Papists, or I know not who, had designed to commit a massacre upon; but, however, I trust in God we shall rise to-morrow morning as well as ever. This afternoon Creed comes to me, and by him, as, also my Lady Pen, I hear that my Lady Denham is exceeding sick, even to death, and that she says, and every body else discourses, that she is poysoned; and Creed tells me, that it is said that there hath been a design to poison the King. What the meaning of all these sad signs is, the Lord knows; but every day things look worse and worse. God fit us for the worst!

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jerusalem [10 Nov 2009|02:56pm]

gfrancie
I am answering some questions. If you comment, I will ask you questions. Simple enough.

[info]cogshiftingman asks me:

1) What is the most embarrassing incident you recall from your time working in retail, that you are willing to no longer remain vague about?

I never really had any embarrassing incidents myself, but I recall something that happened in one retail job I had. We had a new hire and on his second day there he somehow (I believe he thought he was doing one thing, but another thing happened) soiled himself while working on the floor. He managed to wrap a blanket or something around himself and someone came to pick him up. Here is the thing I am still impressed with; he came back to work the next day. Everyone liked him a lot and never mentioned the incident. But one couldn't help think it when looking at him.

2) Given the choice of a large, plump breasted pigeon, or a large, plump breasted turkey, which would you rather cook, and what would you do with it?

I have cooked a lot of turkey so that is old hat. I think cooking a pigeon would be an interesting experience just because I haven't ever tried that. I think I would cook it with something like berries. I recall watching something where Marco Pierre White discussed being out in nature and being inspired by what he saw to pair game with edibles. Sure he might be known for being a bit of a psycho-path but the guy knows a bit about food. Though if one wanted to be accurate based on the pigeons one sees in an urban environment, one might pair a pigeon with fried chicken. Yeah... that is when you know that nature and birds are fucked up.

3) Have you ever had cause to repair your underwear with needle and thread?

Not that I recall. Such adornment is transient.

4) If you had to pick one redeeming feature of the UK, and England in particular, what would it be?

It sounds sort of bucolic but the countryside in England is magnicifient and surprising. I think some of it comes from my first visit there. We were driving along in Southern England and once we escaped all that is Heathrow and Slough, it kind of came as a great shock. It was like something out of a storybook. So even when there are the Vicki Pollards and boring BNP sorts trying to make England look like a sideshow, it is nice to see nature kind of doing its thing.
I also like the jaffa cakes.

5) On the whole, taking everything into consideration, would you rather have breasts or not?
I sense a theme...
Upon mild contemplation I think I would rather have breasts. They are a terrific example of the marriage of form and function. They can improve the line of an article of clothing, they can get you your own way, they can feed someone, they can provide hours of entertainment to someone. What is not to like?
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they say bread is life.... [10 Nov 2009|01:31pm]

gfrancie
Another well-child check-up with Miss Biscuit. We walk off the elevator and there are people with masks on and more purell than you'd find at an OCD convention. (This year's theme? Fun ways to re-purpose old clorox wipes containers for fun holiday craft projects!) I was immediately asked,"have any flu symptoms?" "um...nope." then she marked me off and let me go onto reception to check in. I appreciated the fact that they created an isolation area for the sickies. I went and hung out in the newborn area. Had a nice chat with another Mom with a baby about the same age. she admired my peanut shell sling. Parents in waiting rooms tend to talk gear. I have directed a few people toward a local-ish website so they too can find cute cloth nappies and slings. Eventually we made it to the exam room. Miss Biscuit now weighs 11Lbs and she is 23 inches long. She also has an enormous head but we aren't surprised. She is healthy, crazy long and doing what she should.
She does have pink eye. She woke up with gunk in her eye and it has only gotten more icky. The Dr. said I was doing all the right things. (putting breast milk in her eye. Seriously. The stuff is like the all-purpose magical healing liquid.) She also gave me a prescription for eye drops just to make it all better. Then we did our first set of shots. Miss Biscuit hadn't had any until now. It wasn't a party, but is it ever? She did enjoy the polio one but that is oral and tastes of sugar.
So that was that. We go back in a couple of months for another glam time. I do love the view there. It is a million dollar view of the city.

On the drive home I noticed a medical examiner van and a police car outside an apartment building -obviously they aren't there on a social visit. Makes one's eyes perk up a bit.

The rain continues, but the leaves remain beautiful, so the drive isn't a bother.

I noticed the LJ writer's block question (that a few people have answered) is about last words. Someone answered, "what, already?" This reminded me of something my Mother told me awhile back. When my Great Aunt Fern was in the hospital near the end of her life. My Mother came to visit her. My Mom was telling her about me being pregnant with Senor Onion and various bits of news and Auntie Fern said, "It goes by so fast." This is a woman who was 93, so she had seen a lot but I think she was right. Maybe it is having children that just presses upon a person, one's mortality? Maybe not. But it does feel like things go by at a lightning speed. I feel like I need at least a couple hundred years to even enjoy half of what is out there. There are places to see, people to get to know and books to read. 80-90-some years seems kind of short. I suppose it makes a stronger case for living every moment in a full fashion. I don't mean always being a jet-setter and living the high life, but taking the time to appreciate more moments -even the inane ones. I know it does make it easier for me to forgive certain people. I don't want to be old and realize I spent many years being angry or hurt.
I am approaching a birthday of some significance in less than two months. It kind of frightens me a little. I do like the fact that I can say I am a great deal happier than I was a decade ago. So maybe on second thought the age doesn't frighten me all that much. Age/living has softened me a bit. I can handle that.
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Zelda : The Magazine of the Vintage Nouveau [10 Nov 2009|03:04pm]

vintagecolor

[lulu]


Hello All!

I wanted to let you all know about a magazine I just started publishing...its called Zelda : The Magazine of the Vintage Nouveau, and we specialize in features/interests from 1900-1940! There are pieces on historical topics of the era as well as highlights of what's going on in vintage style culture today! The main story in our premiere issue is on Madame Yevonde, an amazing portrait photographer in the 1930s, and a pioneer in the field of color photography!

Zelda is available for purchase at http://www.zeldamag.com , and you can see a bit more about our features!

I'm a HUGE collector of tchotchkas, and I actually have the sugar bowl and creamer container of the little apple in the community icon! Heehee! Nice to meet you all!
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IT'S LIKE IN THAT DREAM [10 Nov 2009|01:45pm]

lord_whimsy
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[10 Nov 2009|02:16pm]

ruudboy
How to be an Indie Girl!

Wise words, wise words.
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Tiger Trap [10 Nov 2009|03:56am]

ravenface
[ music | Acorn Cake - Call Your Parents ]

O' Diary, in Blue Earth, MN I bought a little vinyl Sprout doll. He rode on the dashboard of the truck the rest of the drive to my new home in Seattle. A companion, an ornament, a friend. He's found several homes in the mansion. The chessboard, the kitchen table. On Halloween, a guy I didn't know came dressed as the Jolly Green Giant, and I asked him to pose with Sprout. He did! Then he asked if he could borrow Sprout for the rest of the night, since it complemented the costume so much. I said, "yes!" He said he would return him, but after the party Sprout was gone!

I put out an APB, but no one knew the Jolly Green Giant and no one had seen Sprout. Alas! Where was he? Planted? Smoked? Canned? Frozen? A few days later, he was on the mail table. Found! One of the roomies had been dredging the koi pond and found him at the bottom. There was a cardboard note reading: "Got drunk and fell in!" So cute! I scooped him up, and I'll never let him go. Dear Sprout, dear dear old thing.

Yesterday we went to the historic Paramount theater to see The Adventures of Prince Ahmed, an animated movie from the '20s I'd never heard of.  It as very beautiful, and the cut-out paper doll technique affected me as if designed by old Doctor Mesmer himself.  I particularly liked the part where the Wizard creates a flying pony out of the "stuff of magic" at 2:42 or so here. 



It was accompanied by music from an ancient organ of ancient origins.  The theater was one of those "Grand Old Days of Entertainment" sort of places.  I'm seeing the Pixies there this weekend.  Sort of a contrast.

The movie was cool, and I thought it was funny to cheer for Aladdin in the credits, since he was a character I knew.  Like, "oh, hey, Aladdin!  that guy's good in everything."  His character was kind of a wimp in the movie, though, since the titular Achmed was the focus.  I liked that, like, "Get your own movie, Al.  I'm the star here."

There was an awesome scene where Achmed fought a hydra, and they used Aladdin's lamp to cauterize the head stumps so new heads couldn't grow back.  It may have a djinn inside, and that may catch most of your attention, but it's also a lamp!

There's also a big fight between a wizard and a witch where they keep switching into different animals and attacking each other and it has to have inspired the similar fight in The Sword in the Stone.

Went to a sleepy little comic convention over the weekend and got some Captain Carrot art.  Never expected to own any, since it's the kind of culty thing that's either thrown away since no one cares or snapped up by one crazy fanatic.  Regardless, there it was and dirt cheap, since it's the West Coast and the artists haven't been preyed upon by dealers.  It's a fun page with lots of characters and a bunch of homages to famous cartoonists.  I dunno, kind of a treasure!



O' Diary, they're shooting some kind of exercise show here on Saturday.  Fun, I think.  I can't decide if I should go to a film festival in Olympia or not, though.  It's not like I'm going to work out or anything.  I belong in the mountains in the dark.

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Learning from Japan [10 Nov 2009|10:15am]

imomus
"Learning from Japan" is a theme I keep coming back to, a sermon I keep preaching. Opposed to the crude view I call "Japan Original Sin" (people who harp on about research whaling, war criminal shrines and textbook lacunae, and with whom one eventually, inevitably, ends up playing a futile game of Atrocity Snap), the "Learning from Japan" meme simply suggests that Japan's difference from Western practice is valuable, precisely, to the West. We can't learn anything from people who think as we do. For the same reason, men can learn more from women than they can from other men.



The architecture world will get a chance to learn from Japan -- and from a woman -- in 2010; SANAA's Kazuo Sejima has been chosen as the curator of The Venice Architecture Biennial. I'm pretty sure she's the first Japanese to get this job; she's certainly the first woman to do so. A clue to her focus comes in a brief statement she's released saying that "a significant point of departure could be the concept of boundaries and the adaptation of space... it could be argued that contemporary architecture is an afterthought and perhaps an easing of borders themselves." That's a fresh thought already; architecture as an easing of borders in a time when they're generally stiffening.



I blogged last week about a new book from Lars Müller, The SANAA Studios 2006-2008. Learning from Japan: Single-Story Urbanism. My title today comes from there. The blurb explains: "During three spring seasons between 2006 and 2008, Kazuyo Sejima and Ryue Nishizawa taught at the School of Architecture at Princeton. The SANAA Studios explored Japan's contemporary society as a context for architecture and considered its particular perspective on space, the personal and the public realm. Design exercises were situated within the specific demographics and social variables of three distinct sites in Japan...

"As an overall thematic it asks: What can we learn from SANAA?" Browsing the book at Pro-qm, I got the strong impression that what we can learn from SANAA is something to do with a relaxing, elegant lightness and understatement, something to do with minimalism and gentleness, and something to do with a feeling of calm that permeates Japan very noticeably whenever you spend time there. Iwan Baan's photographs of SANAA buildings filled with schoolchildren or middle-aged culture tourists made me think of Alasdair Gray's excellent maxim: "Work as if you live in the early days of a better nation."
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10.11.39 [10 Nov 2009|06:30am]
orwelldiaries

Very fine, sunny, still weather. Dug the first trench of the new patch, planted shallots (not quite enough to make up the first 2 rows), transplanted 3 rambler rose cuttings, 1 albertine, 1 of the yellowy-white kind, the other I don’t know what kind. Made up path as far as trellis. Titley says in storing dahlia bulbs the important this is to suspend them for a while stalk downwards, as the reason they rot is that the moisture runs down the hole in the stalk into the roots. Bought some more apples (Blenheims) still 11/2lb. T. says he’s getting 4/6 score for eggs.

9 eggs.

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not bad for a woman with suspect origins. [09 Nov 2009|10:13pm]

gfrancie
I trimmed four inches off of my hair. It is still fairly long and it isn't Mom hair, but I got rid of all of the split-ends/scraggly bits. Things look a little healthier and full. My hair grew down to my waist when I was pregnant but it wasn't looking so lovely the past few weeks. I should still do something with my hair but these days having it clean is considered high living.

It rained all morning so walks weren't going to be had. Then when the weather was decent all of the children were asleep. It was a grand conspiracy to keep Mummy from getting much done.
Well that isn't entirely true. I baked cookies and muffins, untangled some yarn & did some laundry. It is just a stop-start sort of state of existence.

Tomorrow I have things to do. Hopefully it won't be too chaotic.

I swear there was more I was going to post about. It will come to me in the middle of the night.
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[09 Nov 2009|09:57pm]

kore
i won a scarf on yokoo's blog - excitement of the day.

otherwise, writing, writing, turmoil.
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[10 Nov 2009|12:00am]

fordmadoxfraud

  • 07:08 Oh no! Wifi troubles has my Nanowrimo stuck on Maggie's computer! #

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The final push [10 Nov 2009|12:34pm]

popsock
[ mood | procrastinating ]
[ music | Rammstein - "Frühling in Paris" ]

Why is correct referencing so important? Okay, I appreciate that it's only fair to credit someone whose work you've ripped off paraphrased, but the formatting? Italics for journal titles and volumes, but italics for titles if it's a book...gah. Some people are too anal, and there's more to life than APA.

This little bout of procrastination is being blamed on [info]mrsoverall for beating my score on Bejeweled Blitz. This now means I have to swap shiny, coloured shapes about until I get a score higher than 275,600. It's not going well. Poo.

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Friday 9 November 1666 [09 Nov 2009|11:00pm]
pepysdiary

Up and to the office, where did a good deale of business, and then at noon to the Exchange and to my little goldsmith's, whose wife is very pretty and modest, that ever I saw any. Upon the 'Change, where I seldom have of late been, I find all people mightily at a losse what to expect, but confusion and fears in every man's head and heart. Whether war or peace, all fear the event will be bad. Thence home and with my brother to dinner, my wife being dressing herself against night; after dinner I to my closett all the afternoon, till the porter brought my vest back from the taylor's, and then to dress myself very fine, about 4 or 5 o'clock, and by that time comes Mr. Batelier and Mercer, and away by coach to Mrs. Pierces, by appointment, where we find good company: a fair lady, my Lady Prettyman, Mrs. Corbet, Knipp; and for men, Captain Downing, Mr. Lloyd, Sir W. Coventry's clerk, and one Mr. Tripp, who dances well. After some trifling discourse, we to dancing, and very good sport, and mightily pleased I was with the company. After our first bout of dancing, Knipp and I to sing, and Mercer and Captain Downing (who loves and understands musique) would by all means have my song of "Beauty, retire." which Knipp had spread abroad; and he extols it above any thing he ever heard, and, without flattery, I know it is good in its kind. This being done and going to dance again, comes news that White Hall was on fire; and presently more particulars, that the Horse-guard was on fire;1 and so we run up to the garret, and find it so; a horrid great fire; and by and by we saw and heard part of it blown up with powder. The ladies begun presently to be afeard: one fell into fits. The whole town in an alarme. Drums beat and trumpets, and the guards every where spread, running up and down in the street. And I begun to have mighty apprehensions how things might be at home, and so was in mighty pain to get home, and that that encreased all is that we are in expectation, from common fame, this night, or to-morrow, to have a massacre, by the having so many fires one after another, as that in the City, and at same time begun in Westminster, by the Palace, but put out; and since in Southwarke, to the burning down some houses; and now this do make all people conclude there is something extraordinary in it; but nobody knows what. By and by comes news that the fire has slackened; so then we were a little cheered up again, and to supper, and pretty merry. But, above all, there comes in the dumb boy that I knew in Oliver's time, who is mightily acquainted here, and with Downing; and he made strange signs of the fire, and how the King was abroad, and many things they understood, but I could not, which I wondering at, and discoursing with Downing about it, "Why," says he, "it is only a little use, and you will understand him, and make him understand you with as much ease as may be." So I prayed him to tell him that I was afeard that my coach would be gone, and that he should go down and steal one of the seats out of the coach and keep it, and that would make the coachman to stay. He did this, so that the dumb boy did go down, and, like a cunning rogue, went into the coach, pretending to sleep; and, by and by, fell to his work, but finds the seats nailed to the coach. So he did all he could, but could not do it; however, stayed there, and stayed the coach till the coachman's patience was quite spent, and beat the dumb boy by force, and so went away. So the dumb boy come up and told him all the story, which they below did see all that passed, and knew it to be true. After supper, another dance or two, and then newes that the fire is as great as ever, which put us all to our wit's-end; and I mightily [anxious] to go home, but the coach being gone, and it being about ten at night, and rainy dirty weather, I knew not what to do; but to walk out with Mr. Batelier, myself resolving to go home on foot, and leave the women there. And so did; but at the Savoy got a coach, and come back and took up the women; and so, having, by people come from the fire, understood that the fire was overcome, and all well, we merrily parted, and home. Stopped by several guards and constables quite through the town, round the wall, as we went, all being in armes. We got well home ... Being come home, we to cards, till two in the morning, and drinking lamb's-wool. So to bed.

  1. "Nov. 9th. Between seven and eight at night, there happened a fire in the Horse Guard House, in the Tilt Yard, over against Whitehall, which at first arising, it is supposed, from some snuff of a candle falling amongst the straw, broke out with so sudden a flame, that at once it seized the north-west part of that building; but being so close under His Majesty's own eye, it was, by the timely help His Majesty and His Royal Highness caused to be applied, immediately stopped, and by ten o'clock wholly mastered, with the loss only of that part of the building it had at first seized." -- The London Gazette, No. 103. -- B.
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I ALWAYS KNEW! [09 Nov 2009|04:31pm]

lord_whimsy
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BARNES FOUNDATION [09 Nov 2009|11:26am]

lord_whimsy
Japanese Maple
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[09 Nov 2009|03:27pm]

ruudboy
I got a new toy at the weekend - it's this tiny printer which prints stickers and is excellent. It works by Bluetooth, which makes it a bit of a pain that Apple haven't allowed Bluetooth file transfer in the iPhone. There is an app to do it but it requires jailbreaking, which I'm unsure about. Does anyone have any experience of jailbroken iPhones (perdita_fysh, I've a vague recollection you've mentioned it)? If I do it, as well as getting the ability to install unofficial applications, will I retain all the functionality I already have? Also, I know that when Apple do OS upgrades it tends to kill the jailbreak - would that stop me using unofficial apps that I'd already installed, or just stop me installing new ones. In short, what disadvantages of it have you encountered?

So, what have I been up to recently? Well, a week ago I took part in the Charity Karaoke("charioke") 10-hour marathon. It went well, and I sung about 17 songs in total. There's still plenty of time to sponsor me at http://www.justgiving.com/Tim-Emanuel if you feel like.

On Saturday I went to see the fireworks at Alexandra Palace. They've got some new saftey procedures, which appeared to involve fencing off half the road and coralling the crowd into about half the space. Well done, there. We ended up breaking through the fence and walking along the empty bit of road with a load of other middle-class rebels. The fireworks were good though, and the curry we went for afterwards was good.

Yesterday morning I popped over the road to see the Remembrance Sunday stuff going on in and around the church tower and watch the tiny child soldiers marching about the place, a bit rubbishly in parts. And this lunchtime I went to the post office to get my passport checked and sent, so fingers crossed that it gets back in time for me to go away. And I've been reading a bit about the Berlin Wall, what with it being Berlin Wall day today, including something I didn't know - that Margaret Thatcher was against reunification. Lovely, freedom loving Maggie there.

And to finish, a treat for those who've read this far: a real-time world shipping map.
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