flying penis monster
Decretum Gratiani with the commentary of Bartolomeo da Brescia, Italy 1340-1345.
Lyon, BM, Ms 5128, fol. 100r
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flying penis monster
Decretum Gratiani with the commentary of Bartolomeo da Brescia, Italy 1340-1345.
Lyon, BM, Ms 5128, fol. 100r
flying penis monster auto-reblog enabled.
humble and humble pie
i’m still out rollerblading so i don’t have much time to tell you things today, but i will tell you this… even though “to eat humble pie” is an english idiom that means something like, “to bring down one’s pride” or “to humble oneself,” it is not related to the word humble.
according to omniscient lexicographers, humble pie is a corruption of umble pie, a mediæval pie made from the umbles (internal organs) of a deer. it is not exactly certain which—deer offal pie or offering a humiliating apology—is actually easier to swallow.
i’ve been live tweeting* the boston mayhem on the twitter service for much of the morning.
*note: live tweets are on a time delay to protect the young ones from profanity.
and in what outfit does mr. r. ganan dress his little dog (muffin man) when they cruise around town in their bronx book wagon?
a: steampunk roadster goggles and a hooded cape designed by the house of gucci out of old 49ers jerseys.
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from: a gay dog: the story of a foolish year (1905) written and illustrated by cecil charles windsor aldin.
nganajumartangara
in honor of national poetry month, i present the following macaronic verse in english/martuthunira. i call it “raynor’s big day at the pool hall.”
Nganajumartangara real cool. Nganajumartangara
Left school. Nganajumartangara
Lurk late. Nganajumartangara
Strike straight. Nganajumartangara
Sing sin. Nganajumartangara
Thin gin. Nganajumartangara
Jazz June. Nganajumartangara
Die soon.
granted: this is only one way of saying we in martuthunira. specifically, it is a first person plural disharmonic and is used when the speaker of the we group is in a different generation from the listener. therefore if you are not in my generation and you don’t have lurking late skills or you can’t relate with thinning gin, then this gwendolyn brooks/raynor ganan 50-50 collaboration stands.
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source: us and others: social identities across languages, discourses and cultures, edited by anna duszak (2002).
a further correction: the w and h is for wystan hugh and not—as i have long maintained—walrus handjob auden.
the allahakbarries
if you were like me growing up and populated all of your fantasy sports teams not with famous athletes but famous writers, then you will derive a modest amount of non-sexual arousal from the allahakbarries—a super group of edwardian literary cricketeers.
j. m. barrie founded the sports club in 1890, naming it a bizarre portmanteau of his surname + allāhu akbar. its membership consisted of:
barry wrote a book on the team (allahakbarries c.c.) which was published via vanity press in 1899. there is also this recommended account by modern author, kevin telfer.
in conclusion: the allahakbarries were the rock bottom remainders of the literary cricket set.
everytime i shake somebody’s hand, i think of this undated oskar andersson cartoon from 1902.
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source: mannen som gör vad som faler honom in (1902)
previously.
flea-fly-flu: know your spanish flill in the blanks
i asked my local witch doctor for a little spanish fly (to lace muffins with) and instead received a little spanish flu and now all my guests are very sweaty and throwing up their denver omelets. what a brunch!
subsequently, take note:
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urlaubsmuffel • a person who does not believe in taking vacations
its literal translation is “vacation muffle” and it describes either someone who really loves work or really hates holidays.
i went on spring break with an urlaubsmuffel last year (orson) and he spent the whole time complaining that the sun was too hot, the tequila was too strong, and the wet t-shirts were too wet. he occupied himself by working on his 2011 personal income taxes and eating melba toast. i, on the other hand, went kite surfing around mælstroms and did body shots off the fissures between my own ab muscles with the use of a bendy straw. mom was there; she took instagrams.
it takes a brave man to admit ignorance about peppers and abdominal thrusts and whatnot—so if you knew all this stuff already, please do not judge me. i am typically pretty well informed and mom says that i know more about law & order (the t.v. show, not the political systems) than most casual watchers of the dick wolf masterpiece.
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other things i did not know at various times.
rose & rosemary & mary
did i ever tell you about the time i was having a ménage à quatre with these three chorus girls named rose, rosemary, and mary? at one point i was like, “ooh la la, rose—your special cayenne balm is making my mucus membranes shriek—in a good way.”
and she was like, “i’m rosemary, not rose.”
and i was like, “what’s the diff? it’s just a nickname.”
and she was like, “perchance, but the names—as well as the referents—are not etymologically related.”
“indeed,” chimed mary (who was working the fly swatter), “my name is not related to rosemary either.” it was at this point that we climbed down from the trapeze and sought out the nearest etymological dictionary.
it turns out that rosemary was right. she was named after the herb (which tastes great with braised goat by the way) and the herb name is actually an alteration of rosmarine from the latin rosmarinus “dew of the sea.” rose on the other hand comes from the greek rhodon “rose,” and mary probably comes from the hebrew miryam.
i was so excited about this discovery that i spent the next three hours alone in a walk-in closet with nothing but an etymological dictionary and rosemary’s special cayenne balm and i regret nothing.
for herbal: the chasteberry
once upon a time, i was freebasing an aphrodisiac in the changing room of a j.c. penney in one of those ohio cities that starts with c. all of the sudden some idiot clerk opens the door and gets up in my grill about freebasing an aphrodisiac and then has the nerve to bounce me from the place without even letting me buy the loafers i was there to buy in the first place. so i spent the next 18 weeks plotting a fitting revenge when all the sudden it struck me: if this idiot clerk was cockblocking me from my aphrodisiac, i could slip her an anaphrodisiac—which instead of inciting one’s libido would quell it.
i never did get around to tricking the clerk into freebasing an anaphrodisiac (married her instead) but i did investigate a long list of supposed anaphrodisiacs. it was my old pal, pliny (the elder) who suggested that the chasteberry was the very revenge for which i was looking. consider »
Pliny, in his Historia Naturalis, reports the use of stems and leaves of this plant by women as bedding “to cool the heat of lust” during the time of the Thesmophoria, when Athenian women left their husbands’ beds to remain ritually chaste.
At the end of the thirteenth century John Trevisa reports of it “…the flowre…maketh men chaste as a lombe”. Chaucer, in “The Flower and the Leaf,” refers to it as an attribute of the chaste Diana…
More recently, this plant has been called monk’s pepper in the thought that it was used as anti-libido medicine by monks to aid their attempts to remain chaste. There are disputed accounts regarding its actual action on libido, with some claims that it is anaphrodisiac and others that it is aphrodisiac. Because of the complex mechanism of action it can be probably both…
so is the chasteberry an aphrodisiac or the opposite of one? let us grab the skeleton key to all j.c. penney changing rooms and find out.
thaumatrope party
one relationship of interest which i failed to mention during a previous post dated 12 march is that the greek word θαυµατ has also found its way into the english word thaumatrope—with a literal meaning of “wonder-turning.”
before there were gifs, indeed before there was even the phenakistiscope there was the thaumatrope »
A disk or card with a picture on each side is attached to two pieces of string. When the strings are twirled quickly between the fingers the two pictures appear to combine into a single image due to persistence of vision.
above is my effort to reanimate an undated thaumatrope disc from 1876. watch along as sir wimber clownpants is like “dat ass.”