Friday, November 21, 2003

 
Since no one seems to be reading this here Blog, might as well drone about stuff about which no one else is likely to have interest. Said Blog will probably serve as more permanent journal than my own hard drives given the occasional necessity to destructively reload an operating system on the Mac(this is being typed on a PC)and the disinclination to back up crap on even inexpenisve CDs.
Given that mankind can be divided into a class which puts overseas Brits into two classes and a class which doesn't divide them into two classes, it should not be surprising that one of John Derbyshire's recent posts gives the appearance(-well if one looks *really* hard)of echoing and amplifying observations from the "Thesiger Thanotopsis" of Friday August 29, 2003.
This is no physical record of my discussion of vomiting in the AngloSpew of a few days prior to their use on the Corner. Perhaps an ill-prepared and not usefully engaged mind is favored to note such coincidences. I had driven my 15 year old daughter recently to her high school so that she could see some tap-dance musical. Because of the cast is a son of one of my wife's cousins, I advised her to give him the traditional "Break a leg" good-luck wish. A few days later she informed me that he was limping about at school, having apparently broken his leg(odds are it was his ankle)and that she assumed that this was somehow related to his classroom hurl. Speculation that this happened because the poor guy couldn't handle pain meds as well as a radio talk show host could have been confirmed by asking wife to call cousin Chuckie, but this was stayed by a noble wish to not to add to what can be assumed to be a major embarrassment at any age. At any rate, after inflicting, "You should tell him, 'I said break a leg; not *brech*,'" it seemed appropriate to fondly, if imperfectly, recall a piece in the old National Lampoon about the many words for puking used by Australians, presumably due to heavy drinking. The terms "chundering" and "technicolor yawn" were dispensed to my captive passenger enroute to class.(Hey, she *could* take the @&$% bus)