Tuesday, July 28, 2009
Sunday, July 26, 2009
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
When I walk in the room throw your hands in the sky.
1. The following is from God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (note: Kilgore Trout is a science-fiction writer, and Mushari is a (scheming) lawyer, trying to get his hands on the fortune of Eliot Rosewater):
Mushari dutifully went looking for a copy of the book for his dossier on Eliot. No reputable bookseller had ever heard of Trout. Mushari made his last try at a smut-dealer's hole in the wall. There, amidst the rawest pornography, he found tattered copies of every book Trout had ever written. 2BR02B, which had been published at twenty-five cents, cost him five dollars, which was what The Kama Sutra of Vitsayana cost, too.
Mushari glanced through the Kama Sutra, the long-suppressed oriental manual on the art and techniques of love, read this:
If a man makes a sort of jelly with the juices of the fruit cassia fistula and eugenie jambolina and mixes the powder of the plants soma, veronia anthelminica, eclipta prostata, lohopa-juihirka, and applies this mixture to the yoni of a woman with whom he is about to have intercourse, he will instantly cease to love her.
Mushari didn't see anything funny in that. He never saw anything funny in anything, so deeply immured was he by the utterly unplayful spirit of the law.
And he was witless enough, too, to imagine that Trout's books were very dirty books, since they were sold for such high prices to such queer people in such a place. He didn't understand that what Trout had in common with pornography wasn't sex but fantasies of an impossibly hospitable world.
1. The following is from God Bless You, Mr. Rosewater by Kurt Vonnegut, Jr. (note: Kilgore Trout is a science-fiction writer, and Mushari is a (scheming) lawyer, trying to get his hands on the fortune of Eliot Rosewater):
Mushari dutifully went looking for a copy of the book for his dossier on Eliot. No reputable bookseller had ever heard of Trout. Mushari made his last try at a smut-dealer's hole in the wall. There, amidst the rawest pornography, he found tattered copies of every book Trout had ever written. 2BR02B, which had been published at twenty-five cents, cost him five dollars, which was what The Kama Sutra of Vitsayana cost, too.
Mushari glanced through the Kama Sutra, the long-suppressed oriental manual on the art and techniques of love, read this:
If a man makes a sort of jelly with the juices of the fruit cassia fistula and eugenie jambolina and mixes the powder of the plants soma, veronia anthelminica, eclipta prostata, lohopa-juihirka, and applies this mixture to the yoni of a woman with whom he is about to have intercourse, he will instantly cease to love her.
Mushari didn't see anything funny in that. He never saw anything funny in anything, so deeply immured was he by the utterly unplayful spirit of the law.
And he was witless enough, too, to imagine that Trout's books were very dirty books, since they were sold for such high prices to such queer people in such a place. He didn't understand that what Trout had in common with pornography wasn't sex but fantasies of an impossibly hospitable world.
Saturday, July 11, 2009
Friday, July 10, 2009
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2. Lead(II) acetate (also known as sugar of lead) was used by the Roman Empire as a sweetener for wine, and some consider this to be the cause of the dementia that affected many of the Roman Emperors.
from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lead#Health_effects
Sunday, July 5, 2009
I like Tune and Eventuality.
(as well as Philoprogenitiveness.)
from http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Phrenology;
from Webster's Academic Dictionary, circa 1895
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