Hi Chester, et al!
High Noon at the HBT with spurs on! Will any of the Paltry Gang be joining the ride into the sunset? Cheers, Marshal Dillon!
PS: Miss Kitty will be guarding the Sarsaparilla Cabinet while we are out hunting down the bad guys, over yonder in Ambleside Gulch. Nasty varmints, thereabouts, mean as a nest of rattlers or rabid wild dogs. Bring some firewater in case we need to dress some wounds from them dang critters.
Kitty Russell: You cut that out.
Matt Dillon: What?
Kitty Russell: You listen to me, cowboy. I've got you out from underneath my fingernails and you're gonna stay out. Do you hear me?
Matt Dillon: Yes, ma'am... Kitty, I understand the rules and all, but it doesn't mean we can't still be friends, does it?
Kitty Russell: Friends? Friends? I'm staying at the Long Branch while I'm in town, so when you feel up to it, I might even buy you a beer.
Matt,
Only two gunslingers left in this here posse. High noon it is, Chester
"Gunsmoke: Kite's Reward (#1.8)" (1955)
Chester Goode: Man that don't work's bound to get into trouble somehow.Marshal Matt Dillon: Maybe I oughta run you out of town, then.
Dear members of the mostly not dead poets society,
Standing on the shoulders (or is that the beer bellies?) of giants I
humbly add this stream-of -consciousness poem to the rising ocean of
work attributable to the HDPPL. Please note that much of the
aforementioned rising ocean phenomena has be scientifically
linked to hot air emanating from the Heart Break Terrace
These themes these themes
So eloquent they converge
One source a treatise on die einzige sprache
The other an ode to gills in rhyming rivulets
Then on to the tumbling bumbling Blimp we further descend
Paralleled by the torrid Theo, a formidable flow of its own
Finally together on the Spree they do merge
Arm in Arm for a night on the town
We hear them now, forever streaming as one
Singing life is a cabaret old chumDearest Stefano, Bard Beyond Compare, and non-rhymsters all:
I cede my poetic mantle to you with alacrity, Tetrameter Tanner, bowing to your elegant versification and impressive interlinked, nay organic, thematic structure. However, I take considerable umbrage at the suggestion that the "rising ocean phenomena has be[en] scientifically linked to hot air emanating from the Heart Break Terrace." Just last week I read in both Nature, (Volume 491; Issue 7423), and Scientific American, (November 2012 Issue), ("Geothermal Vents and the False Creek Basin: verbal effluent and changing sea levels, The Armagedon Scenario, Jürgen Spritzershnitzel and Felicity Stanchionowski, Cobalt Research Labs, University of Mean Streets, Vancouver."), that there is a disturbing correlation between super-heated gas emissions near Spruce Harbour Marina, (coincidentally, but not statistically significant, the authors argue, Captain Barnacle lives aboard his Rum Runner there), and unread books by members of the NRBC/HDPPL. No mention was made of the HBT other than to suggest that the proprietor was to be lauded for keeping the levels in the malt cabinet within environmentally acceptable levels.
Furthermore, Dear Sir, I might remind you that you have yet to make an appearance at the NRBC and have not yet been vetted by this august, sage body, although you have already, and rather prematurely, if not precipitously, seen fit to rename the society which was not reading books aeons before you pressed your pedantic stream of consciousness twaddle on unwilling ears.
Be careful, Young Sir, for I, like Colonel Blimp, take none to kindly to upstarts, especially those casting aspersions on the good name of The Islay Inn and its attendant patios, porches, terraces and balconies. I trust future events will not require my seeking satisfaction but should that come to pass I suggest sabre tipped stanchions at fifty paces. My Second, Maladroit Al, will handle the arrangements should a duel be deemed necessary.
I leave you, Sir Stefano, to muse on your own muse and remain as ever, Pervicacious Patrizzio!
I Peletonii:
Given the heaven sent forecast for domani I plan to ride. Giggage is prepared for an early start as am I. Meeting a friend to catch The Sessions at 1:05pm so need to be back at HBT by 12:15pm, or so. I propose a jaunt to Horseshoe Bay but am open to other route suggestions. Let me know and we'll plan accordingly. Cheers, Il Conduttore!
Ill have to take a rain check, thanks. I'm off to squire my dad through the gauntlet of post-pile-up ICBC...8^) cheers, Mark
Hi Marcus Aurelius!
Sorry to hear about you having to run the gauntlet! Buona Fortuna with the bureaucracy! Will catch up on Saturday at Giggster's/Kerry's! Cheers, Patrizzio!
Hi Joe!
You must have too much time on your hands now that tomatoe season is over!
Had a grand ride today as it was simply glorious here. Clouds dissipated shortly after 11:00am and my friend, Giorgio, met me at our place at noon. We rode to Stanley Park and then over the Lions Gate, doing short loops into North Van, (Spirit Bike Trail), and then West Van, (along Ambleside), before heading back over the bridge. Once back on Seawall at foot of Davie and Denman, we proceeded along Beach to cross over the Burrard Bridge to make for UBC, along Point Grey Road and then 4th. Took Marine Drive along Spanish Banks and climbed the Foreshore Hill before turning around.
I accompanied Whirlygig as far as 10th and Highbury as he had to meet Tia Maria, his girlfriend's young daughter there after school. Left him and made my way home, past Kits Pool, and did a few loops around Kits Point before proceeding to Lamey's Mill Road. I wanted to log at least 70K so I went past our place, still on LMR until it turns into Charleston Rd and then, about a block further on, into Moberly Rd. At this point I retraced my steps and was back home by 3:45pm.
Took my bike onto our patio and cleaned the chain before oiling it. Hope to ride to Horseshoe Bay tomorrow with a number of other friends as forecast is for more sunshine. Plan to leave by about 8:00am as I need to be back by 12:15pm. Meeting a close friend, Kjell, visiting from Sweden, at Fifth Avenue Cinemas to see The Sessions:
Mark O'Brien (John Hawkes) has spent the majority of his life in an iron lung after being diagnosed with polio. Not willing to let this hold him back in life, he learns to use a stick he holds with his mouth to follow through with his passion for writing. He is constantly looked after by a rotating schedule of attendants, but when one attendant rubs him the wrong way, he asks his priest (William H. Macy) if it is a sin to fire her. With the priest's blessing, he seeks the care of another and he falls in love with her gentle heart and kind smile. He wants to marry her, but she's unwilling. [Damn Girls!] Unhappy, Mark returns to the priest before embarking on a new mission—losing his virginity. In his weekly sessions with a sexual surrogate (Helen Hunt), Mark learns about her body as well as his own, and step by step achieves his sexual goals on his way to manhood.
Fond regards to Rose. Cheers, Patrizzio!
I am forwarding an e-mail recently received from my 'step son' Risto who lives in Rauma, Finland. Was an exchange student with us in 1980 and we have had a fantastic friendship. Latest event was going to New York and greet him and his wife as they arrived on the Queen Mary 2. Hope you enjoy and I will look up that movie. We will meet one day, for sure. Thomas
Does your new pet, Dragon, read and talk also? And if so, is it capable in Finnish? Can we switch into Finnish right away?
Hope
things look just a bit brighter now than a month ago. Light in real
meaning would be needed here as well, as this is the darkest season.
We
had the funeral on Saturday in the small old chapel in the Hietaniemi
semetary where you and we wandered in 2011. Parked the car in the same
parking lot where we did then.
A
small event with roughly 20 people participating. And thereafter a
"party" in the close by restaurant with the same gang. All went well,
just
one thing still a lot in my mind:
this
lady friend of my Dad's told us that they had known each other for the
past 40 years or so ever since early 70`s! And also lived together,
even though both had officially their own separate addresses.
And turns out that her brother used to work at TVO, a guy whom I well
remember - now retired. What a small world. And yet my Dad would
never say a word. Other, earlier female
relationships also have come to daylight. My Dad was truly active in
this field. Who am I to blame him, but just the complete radio silence
is what bothers me. But as I've told you, unfortunately we never got to be close - much closer are you, Papa Tom.
Just
waiting for the full and official "family tree" to be drawn which is
needed for paying the tax for the small estate to be devided, and the
number of children to be confirmed. Four so far known.
Bear
with me, I'm enclosing the announcement that was in Helsingin Sanomat,
the Helsinki news paper on Sunday. There you will see the names of
us four children, his sister's name Margit and the names of her two
daughters, i.e. my cousins. The signs under the cross are the War
Veterans sign and the other one the emblem of those having gone through
the Finnish military officers school. He had designed
the announcement himself (draft found in his papers), together with the
same signs in metal that was his wish to be put on his grave stone.
Cremation has probably taken place today. My brother Kari made the urn
himself out of oak. Nice work.
Found
some old pictures of his folks, of his mother's brother taken in August
1917 - some two months before the revolutionist shot him and the
rest of the family in the streets of St. Petersburg. Had them
digitalized, typed out part of a letter my Dad wrote in 1991 explaining
what he knew of his folks and family, and made these into a small book
that I gave copies of at the funeral.
Long story, please understand that this is actually a bit harder for me than I thought it would be. Mixed feelings also.
Just
got traditional mail from Agnes and Alain: they sent two pictures of
Provence with a message of wishing to see us soon. Exceptionally nice
people.
Almost
two months from our departure from Southampton. We also often think and
talk of our trip, and the most intensive phase in New York. Golden
moments in life.
Anything dealing with Custer is a thrill. Will close for now and head home from the office. Love and hugs, Risto
Hi Tomasino!
Quite enjoyed Risto's missive. Sounds like quite a family history! Haven't made it as far as Finland but hope to do so in the not too, too distant future. Curiously, couple two floors above us have there own interesting tale. The wife, Helena, is Finnish. Her story is an interesting one inasmuch as her family was from "high society". One New Year's Eve her father shot his wife at a gala party. I gather he was sentenced to life rather than executed, probably due to political connections but not sure. Anyway, when WWII broke out he was given the choice of fighting, against the Russians, I gather. Somehow he survived.
For her part, Helena was raised by her mother's sister. She bumped into her father many years later, in Helsinki, I think, but they never established any relationship. Eventually she moved to Stockholm and met Gildo, her husband to be. He had left Italy to find his fortune and they met in a restaurant where they were both employed. They immigrated to Canada, in the late '70's, if I recall correctly, and eventually opened a very successful restaurant, Piccolo Mondo, near Thurlow and Haro, running it from 1984 to 1991.
Had a grand ride today as it was simply glorious here. Clouds dissipated shortly after 11:00am and Giorgio met me at our place at noon. We rode to Stanley Park and then over the Lions Gate, doing short loops into North Van, (Spirit Bike Trail), and then West Van, (along Ambleside), before heading back over the bridge. Once back on Seawall at foot of Davie and Denman, we proceeded along Beach to cross over the Burrard Bridge to make for UBC, along Point Grey Road and then 4th. Took Marine Drive along Spanish Banks and climbed the Foreshore Hill before turning around.
I accompanied Whirlygig as far as 10th and Highbury as he had to meet Tia Maria, his girlfriend's young daughter there after school. Left him and made my way home, past Kits Pool, and did a few loops around Kits Point before proceeding to Lamey's Mill Road. I wanted to log at least 70K so I went past our place, still on LMR until it turns into Charleston Rd and then, about a block further on, into Moberly Rd. At this point I retraced my steps and was back home by 3:45pm.
Took my bike onto our patio and cleaned the chain before oiling it. Hope to ride to Horseshoe Bay tomorrow with a number of other friends as forecast is for more sunshine. Plan to leave by about 8:00am as I need to be back by 12:15pm. Meeting a close friend, Kjell, visiting from Sweden, at Fifth Avenue Cinemas to see The Sessions:
Mark O'Brien (John Hawkes) has spent the majority of his life in an iron lung after being diagnosed with polio. Not willing to let this hold him back in life, he learns to use a stick he holds with his mouth to follow through with his passion for writing. He is constantly looked after by a rotating schedule of attendants, but when one attendant rubs him the wrong way, he asks his priest (William H. Macy) if it is a sin to fire her. With the priest's blessing, he seeks the care of another and he falls in love with her gentle heart and kind smile. He wants to marry her, but she's unwilling. [Damn Girls!] Unhappy, Mark returns to the priest before embarking on a new mission—losing his virginity. In his weekly sessions with a sexual surrogate (Helen Hunt), Mark learns about her body as well as his own, and step by step achieves his sexual goals on his way to manhood.
Cheers, Patrizzio!
I would love to join the thursday morning ride especially
considering that you will be carrying a great deal of umbrage (Saddled
with all that baggage I might have a chance to keep up with you) but
alas I have two chores that cannot be put off, both promising
to be painful. One is to take our two ailing geriatric cats to the vet
and the other is to attend my first fencing lesson.
Your Brother (probationary status) in SpinDear Spin Dottore!
Don't skewer yourself before I have the chance to do the same! Giggage will be toting umbrage/baggage as he is the one with the panniers! Cheers, Il Conduttore!
Book Written by Computer Hits Shelves | The St. Petersburg Times | The leading English-language newspaper in St. Petersburg
Samuel Clemens rest in peace.
http://www.sptimes.ru/story/24786
Hello NRBCers!
Sounds like the poifect solution for the HDPPL of the NRBC: don't read a book not written by a non-human. Or is that read a non-book written by a non-human? Or is that don't read a book written by a human, our original credo/motto! I'm confused. System 1 and System 2 are arguing and I'm suffering from AACS[H], (Acute Availability Cascade Syndrome, or Heuristic, for the purists), not to be confused with SAAS! Cheers droids. Il Conduttore!
Thank you. Ve here at Ze Kranky Kritik welcome feedback from our
dear readers. One of our mottos, indeed part of our mission statement,
is that we never pass up on a chance to hear and disregard the opinions
of our readers.
Our crack cranky editorial panel must, however, admit to actually
learning something from this recent exchange. Yes, there was a lacuna
in our vast store of cultural knowledge. Not having encountered the
word "stanchionettes", or least not being able
to summon an actual memory of such an encounter, we undertook a search
on the vorld vide veb. We were struck by the paucity of hits. A
veritable vastness of empty veb mess, a void, almost.
About the only interesting hit was on some anarchistic blog site,
among the ravings of some troubled imposter daring to use your revered
moniker, Il Conductore. From the context it appears that the poor fellow
associates the word with some form of erotic
fixation, SAAS. May have been traumatized in the Falklands or at the
Somme.
But never ones to shut out new developments in language from any
sphere, the editorial committee will entertain further discussion of
adding the term to our style guide.
With regards, Acting Crank in Chief
Dear Krankenheimer!
I am heartened to learn that my strongly held, cogently and lucidly argued aesthetic opinions fell on deaf ears. I have always believed that ZKK was a reactionary rag, obviously funded by the KKK. Take of your hood and wake up, you Voidnik! I hate to throw a monkey wrench in your crank-case, Über Krankite, but you need to get your facts straight. The Somme? The Falklands? I'm not some latter day Colonel Blimp or The Iron Lady, you cad! You blighter! None other than Giorgio Patton is my hero, ivory-handled six guns an all! I'll make your condescending style sheet look like Swiss cheese you pathetic VVVVVer! You'll need to search far and wide for your sorry as(terisk) when I've finished with you and your so-called editorial committee. Some editorial committee, you can't even spell correctly, you Dummkopf, you, Quadrakopf even! No wonder you don't have any memory with a head the size of a sugar cube.
With warm regards, Fixator, Pro Tem, High Priest of Vitriol and Lead Singer, Martha and The Stanchionettes!
PS: Our latest album, Rock your Rocks, or The Down and Dirty Cojones Blues, is available from Amazon or at the iTunes Store.
I am heartened to learn that my strongly held, cogently and lucidly argued aesthetic opinions fell on deaf ears. I have always believed that ZKK was a reactionary rag, obviously funded by the KKK. Take of your hood and wake up, you Voidnik! I hate to throw a monkey wrench in your crank-case, Über Krankite, but you need to get your facts straight. The Somme? The Falklands? I'm not some latter day Colonel Blimp or The Iron Lady, you cad! You blighter! None other than Giorgio Patton is my hero, ivory-handled six guns an all! I'll make your condescending style sheet look like Swiss cheese you pathetic VVVVVer! You'll need to search far and wide for your sorry as(terisk) when I've finished with you and your so-called editorial committee. Some editorial committee, you can't even spell correctly, you Dummkopf, you, Quadrakopf even! No wonder you don't have any memory with a head the size of a sugar cube.
With warm regards, Fixator, Pro Tem, High Priest of Vitriol and Lead Singer, Martha and The Stanchionettes!
PS: Our latest album, Rock your Rocks, or The Down and Dirty Cojones Blues, is available from Amazon or at the iTunes Store.
What time is early? Ray
Hi Raymond;
If we head out to HB, between 8:00-8:30am at HBT. Iona, you decide, 9:00am? Let us know. Cheers, Patrizzio!
Pat,
I'm not up for the long one but don't let me stop you. Wouldn't mind Iona etc to meet at 9 but you choose.
Ray
Raymondo, et al:
The all-inclusive Peleton will meet at 9:00am at Maple and 25th. See you there. Cheers, Patrizzio!
The all-inclusive Peleton will meet at 9:00am at Maple and 25th. See you there. Cheers, Patrizzio!
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