Got a postcard from the states the other day…
8
May
2006
8
May
2006
PC Pool time
PC POOL TIME
Okay monkeys, here’s what I’ve got for today.
click “more”…
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6
May
2006
Pennies
A few months ago, I read a poem about the lives of pennies. Sorry, couldn’t find it. But the gist of it was the many hands through which they passed, and then the many years where some of them lived forgotten and buried. A lovely poem.
6
May
2006
Pennies
A few months ago, I read a poem about the lives of pennies. Sorry, couldn’t find it. But the gist of it was the many hands through which they passed, and then the many years where some of them lived forgotten and buried. A lovely poem.
2
May
2006
Scans
Ooops. Apparently someone at the host changed the system default setting for indexes to “off” recently, thus making the link below to the scans not work. Fixed it.
2
May
2006
pc pool time
Here’s what we’ve got for today.
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26
April
2006
ooh shiny
"I think it has caught the particular imagination of Americans," Tench said. "To have a British, staid High Court judge encrypt a judgment in this manner, it's jolly fun."
Oooh … shiny…
25
April
2006
L2 scans
First batch of L2 scans available at link below.
24
April
2006
materials
Scans for L1 students. Some of you guys should already have these. As for the rest of you, print ’em up and bring ’em to class.
Also, let me know how they look on paper. Are they legible enough?
L2 students stay tuned for scannination very soon.
20
April
2006
It begs to be pictured
It begs to be recorded
Julie’s roommate Andr? is petsitting his parents’ dog, Nelly. She’s a thirteen year old westie, and completely schizophrenic.
She loves-and constantly begs- to be pet, but the moment anyone anyone looks directly at her she snarls and even bites.
Julie has figured this out and they get along swimmingly, but everytime Nelly comes to me with tail a-wagging she changes her mind and tries to kill me instead.
I’ve got to get some video footage before it’s too late. Everyone loves her but still can’t wait for her to kick the bucket.
In other news I’ll be working as an interpreter for a couple of days. It’s for a painting class, but more technical stuff using building and wall paints. The corridors and stairwells leading to the studio are covered with decorative paintwork, anything from faux stone texture, tromp l’oeil, to imitations of great portraits and whatnot. Every corner and panel painted in an explosion of variety. It looks like from a dream. I should get a picture of that to complement the vast Hall of Toilets from earlier…