Mixed bag of results.
Got together with Cathi & Dave and went ot the Folk music festival the early part of the day today.
Cost a bit much, but it was nice to get out with them… hadn’t seen them since before Christmas…
The music was pretty good, but I’d have preferred lounging with my love, watching spongebob. Ah well.
Went to borders, and the cool used bookstore… neither of them had the Heidigger book, but I got some other shopping done at the japanese market, and considered catching a movie, but decided instead to head home and see if I could give some good lovin’ to them that I do, and launch some resumes to the wind. Fired off a few, and am petting the Newt now. No sign of Ornj… hope she’s doing well, wherever she may be. Speaking of which, I got some treats for VAGG.. I hope to see how large a group I’m dealing with, soon… be interesting to see who-all is in on it.
Digging the new tabbed format. 🙂
I want a way to toggle off that thread thing…
Common belief is that SOS stands for “Save Our Ship” or “Save Our Souls” or “Stop Other Signals” or “Stomp Out Stupidity” or “Sale on Socks.” (Not really, I made those last two up.) In fact, SOS in not an acronym and it doesn’t represent anything at all.
Samuel Morse devised his telegraph code in 1835, using combinations of dots and dashes that he thought would be easy to memorize. The first distress signal was CQD, the “CQ” for a general notice that a message is coming, and “D” for “danger” or “distress.” However, this was cumbersome. In Morse Code, CQD was: -.-. –.- -..
So CQD was dropped.
In 1908, an international committee tried to come up with a distress signal that would be easy to remember during a crisis, and could be transmitted by an amateur with only rudimentary knowledge of Morse Code. They decided a simple combination of threes: three letters, each represented by three marks, since three is a universally favored number. Well, at least in Western cultures.
In Morse Code, the only letters represented by three identical marks are O (three dashes) and S (three dots). The committee toyed with OSO, but dashes are longer electrical signals to transmit than dots. An urgent message needed to be broadcast as quickly as possible and use as little power as possible, and so SOS became international standard.
During WWII, the signal “SSS” was adopted when the source of the emergency was a submarine attack, presumably so that potential rescue ships would know there was an enemy sub in the area.
In 1917, Edwin Cox of San Francisco dipped a small square steel-wool pad into a soap solution, and let it dry, and found this product sold well to housewives. His wife referred to the pads as “S.O.S.” for “Save Our Saucepans” believing (incorrectly) that the universal distress signal SOS meant “Save Our Ships.” Mr Cox took on S.O.S. (with the periods) as the name of his new product. The distress signal SOS has no periods in it, for obvious telegraphic reasons.
“But today he only saw one of the river’s secrets, one that gripped his soul. He saw that the water continually flowed and flowed and yet it was always there; it was always the same and yet every moment it was new. Who could understand, conceive this? He did not understand it; he was only aware of a dim suspicion, a faint memory, divine voices.”
Hermann Hesse from the book Siddhartha
sweetalyssm and I have been talking about classic foods… well, maybe not classic, but stuff folks ate 60 or more years ago. Pancreas with chicken liver dressing. Headcheese.
The Butcher Shop bears noticing… click on the head. 🙂
a whole mess of recipes for DarkTrain and his Gramma! Vittles!
1 muskrat cut into pieces
salt and pepper
2 1/2 Tb. butter
7 cups boiling water
1 tsp. thyme
1 cup corn
3 potatoes, cubed
1/4 tsp. cayenne
3 medium onions, sliced
2 cups canned tomatoes with juice
Roll the muskrat pieces in flour, salt, and pepper. Brown in
butter. Add muskrat and all other ingredients, (with the
exception of the tomatoes), to the boiling water, cover, and
simmer for 1/2 to 2 hours. Add the tomatoes and continue to
simmer another hour.
Well… I… happened to…
Find me a buggy
Coming out from under a rock in the grass
He got his bug luggage
No time to talk he’s walkin’ fast
He’s heading for a log where the lady bugs are plentiful
He showed me some brochures and I must say it was beautiful
I’m belly down and bendin’ back the blades
Bug stopped just long enough for him to say
I’m on my way… to bug citay
I’m on my way… to bug citay
If you wanna dance with a buggy
Put all six feet on the ground
A bug will pick up your luggage
And drive you straight into town
When you’re safe from the spray and the kitty and the chase
If bugs can make it there they could make it anyplace
Between the sun going going down and the sun coming up
Bug city’s rocking’ yea that feather pluckin’ log is lit up
I’m on my way… to bug citay
And they’re all going to bug city for the night
I will say one thing. I won’t proselytize for the LJ, until folks can post and read comfortably. after that, call me minister scotto of the LJ tabernacle. 🙂
between this and proxy, again, I’m locked out today…
Likely reasons you’re seeing this:
- Network congestion. We’re not hooked up the OC3 yet… we’re on a temporary 1.5 Mbps line at the colo place. It can’t handle the traffic. We should get a fast connection within a few days… I thought we would have got it sooner. :-/
I’m doing everything I can to find ways to get more bandwidth and offload parts of the site elsewhere for now. Sorry … if it makes you feel any better, the servers aren’t even breaking a sweat… it’s just the network connection that sucks now.
Why do I not feel any sense of worry about this?