Friday Ephemera
Helping hound. (h/t, Darleen) || Major sheddage. || Adventure sheet offers wetness protection. || A guide to the immune system and its tiny, violent dramas. || Upscaled micro-organisms. || New York, 1900. || On the neurotic farce of woke classical music. (h/t, Sue Sims) || Sales may have suffered. || Field lines detected. || Colliding light. || “The toilet… can generate half a kilowatt hour of electricity.” || It ain’t the years, it’s the mileage. || Snack bar of yore. || Bicycles for animals. || London Picture Archive. (h/t, Things) || Leftist parenting. || A pathologically self-involved nightmare on legs. || Racial narcissism. || Lo and behold. || And finally, progressively, “I’m going to try my best to respect that.”
“11 black opera singers you should know about”
https://www.classicfm.com/discover-music/periods-genres/opera/greatest-black-opera-singers/
‘Princess’ Battle is a beautiful singer, but redefines the term prima donna to an entirely new level. How Wynton Marsalis coped with her when they cooperated on an album I have no idea.
On the neurotic farce of woke classical music.
I wonder if Ray Bradbury ever realized that Fahrenheit 451 would be used as a How-to manual?
A pathologically self-involved nightmare on legs.
“Unless I say otherwise…”
1 litre of petrol contains about 9.2 kilowatt hours of energy. (based on 44MJ/kg and density 750kg^m3)
Therefore the 0.5 KWh toilet mentioned is equivalent to 0.054 litres of petrol = 54mils = .012 imperial gallons.
(I have done this in a bit of a rush because I need to get to the pub before the meat raffles finish, so there may be errors, but probably not by an order of magnitude)
Morning, all.
I need to get to the pub before the meat raffles finish,
Er, meat raffles…?
“Fabulous news.”
Not parody.
“Er, meat raffles…?”
To paraphrase that annoying Aussie child in the climate ads, ‘It’s a thing now’.
David @ 06.49. Many pubs and clubs in England run a ‘raffle’ for a selection of meat – chicken, beef etc.
£1 a ticket, win £20 of sausages…..
£1 a ticket, win £20 of sausages…..
It’s like some beautiful dream.
As you can probably tell from my ignorance of meat raffles, I don’t spend much time loitering in ale houses.
Leftist parenting.
What a tool.
On the neurotic farce of woke classical music. (h/t, Sue Sims)
The classical music profession deemed itself implicated in Floyd’s death.
Heh.
What a tool.
Yes, quite. He’s “teaching” his kids “to be anti-racist” by assuming that his white Trump-supporting neighbours, about whom he seems to know very little, must somehow hate people who aren’t white. An assumption that, on reflection, sounds pretty racist. And hey, trying to loudly aggravate your neighbours is not only recreation, and practically heroic, but also the kind of thing to encourage in children.
Again, as so often, perpetual adolescence.
“human milk-feeding individuals.”
Surely that is the 4th-term foetus? The birthing parent is a human milk-providing individual.
Racial narcissism…
…Do not be surprised when and if your black and indigenous friends pull away from you… even when you haven’t done anything wrong
Hmmm. Is it wrong of me to suspect that this sanctimonious woman doesn’t have very many white friends? Or any friends at all?
Not parody
“Marxist language games” needs to become a famous meme.
Again, as so often, perpetual adolescence.
That.
That.
As I often say, if you approach ‘progressive’ posturing as an intellectual project, a reasoned set of ideas, it’s often obnoxious, bewildering, self-contradictory, and not infrequently absurd. Such that being loudly and proudly bigoted about your white neighbours constitutes “anti-racism,” for instance. Or the conceit that malign intent – say, the urge to gratuitously aggravate people who live nearby – is actually piety, something to boast of while expecting applause. But if you consider the emotional and psychological dynamics, it starts to make a kind of sense. Dysfunctional sense, but still.
Not parody
Did they just assume my species?
Fucking bigots!
We don’t deserve dogs.
I am watching a lot of dog videos because next month I get my new puppy. I lost my Sam, a beautiful blue Weimaraner, to cancer last fall. I found a breeder in Georgia who represents the breed well and a little blue boy is coming home with me.
The cat is not pleased, however . . .
[I]t’s the mileage.
Antonín Kovář is still looking fine. It’s neither the years or the mileage, it’s the attitude.
“Again, as so often, perpetual adolescence.”
You see it in that classical music article, with the fallacies and rhetorical charlatanism so confidently put forth by the woke. They’re barely a step above the level of teenagers wailing, “It’s not faaaaiiiir!”, yet these people have been led to believe they’re serious and thoughtful adults who deserve to be listened to.
I need to get to the pub before the “meat” raffles finish
FTFY!
next month I get my new puppy.
Somewhat envious.
Fashion statement.
“11 black opera singers you should know about”
I am enjoying my ignorance of opera caterwaulers of any hue and will keep it that way, thank you very many.
Leftist parenting.
The instant you see someone, especially an “adult” wearing a hat that way you know they have nothing worthwhile to say.
…meat raffles…
Meet Raffles ? Maybe they are showing Niven films at the pub.
meat raffle
Band name.
Leftist parenting.
Conservative city councilling.
Lo and behold.
I must say you have excelled yourself in the Ephemering department this week.
I’ve always said curating was an art form in itself.
I must say you have excelled yourself in the Ephemering department this week.
Thank you. I do try. Though it’s mostly happenstance.
The Scala choir version is the first time I’d actually listened to the song.
Having lived there for a bit, I am going to guess these IDs will have pictures of Andrew Jackson on them.
Probably NSFW, even though it is a class.
Today In Racism™…
Highly racist.
The pink one appears to have been castrated.
The pink one appears to have been castrated.
Nah. That’s just the tip.
We’ve been found out, the interstellar galleons sail at dawn.
Conservative city councilling
There are SOOOO many things wrong with that. Not least the obvious question of in what way dumping a large pile of dirt “was intended to attract visitors back to the heart of London.” It’s not as if people who spend time outside the capital are unfamiliar with piles of dirt, novel though it may be for a Londoner. You might be inclined to think that locking up some of those stabby joggers and dingers might be more of an inducement to visit.
But firstly I’d like to know why it isn’t possible for public servants to have things built for the contracted price? The problem seems endemic. I mean, if I contract someone to build me a house I’m not likely to fork over an extra £3 million because the builder neglected to include the cost of the roof.
No to worry though – they’re now going to hold A review to “understand what went wrong and ensure it never happens again”. So that’s alright then. I just hope the cost of the review doesn’t overrun…
Nah. That’s just the tip.
[ Fetches hamster urine, bag of weasels. ]
[ unrolls Adventure Sheet ]
60 years ago today
Relevant, considering the covid lockdowns and the Papiere, bitte attitude.
Musical interlude
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xu8CMdwBkl8&t=191s
Something for the weekend
I am now picturing Star Lord singing into an alien lizard.
But firstly I’d like to know why it isn’t possible for public servants to have things built for the contracted price?
Where’s the opportunity for graft in that?
So with respect to Conservative city councilling the idea was that people would pay (up to 8 pounds sterling) to climb up a mound?
Even if their predictions came true you would still be investing a minimum of 3 million to make back at best 1.6 million before any additional expenses.
Is this like (what we call on the other side of the pond) “infrastructure investment”?.
“infrastructure investment”
Infrastructure? It’s a pile of dirt!
It’s difficult to understand how anyone, at any stage of this idiot project, thought it might be a good idea. Or that it might even barely seem like a good idea to anyone who wasn’t fucking mad. Or, as Daniel points out, corrupt.
Still, you know, they’re going to have a Review. So we can rest assured “it never happens again”.
The pink one appears to have been castrated.
Perhaps it is a transdildo?
No to worry though – they’re now going to hold A review to “understand what went wrong and ensure it never happens again”.
Remember blogger PC David Copperfield, who wrote about the dysfunctions of modern British policing? He frequently noted how, after a major screw-up came to the attention of the public, an “investigation” was promised but would never actually result in the fixing of the problems that led to the screw-up.
[ unrolls Adventure Sheet ]
Heh. Well played, sir.
David, I have a question about your lunch menu.
“Let’s talk about my pronouns.”
Let’s not.
I am ever more strongly suspecting that this stuff is a giant leg-pull and, that after a kid like this finishes her video, she falls into the nearest chair, laughing like crazy.
This is the first I’ve heard of the Temporary London Hill, and I’m struggling to understand any part of it. Was the idea that you could enjoy some green space? Because if I’m remembering correctly, there’s quite a large open park immediately behind the Arch. Is the idea that you can get up high and survey the landscape? Because I’m led to believe that there are several tall buildings with observation decks, as well as a honking great ferris wheel down by the river, each of which offer up some fantastic views.
Is it so that some elected officials can pay off a bunch of designers and builders after their original schemes were disrupted by the pandemic? Ohhhh…
lunch menu
They’re not even inverted, for Heaven’s sake! What kind of establishment is this?