Wednesday, January 17, 2018

Cheap Skates?


"A penny for your thoughts."

"Cheapskate. Now, where's my penny?"

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Tuesday, January 16, 2018

Rhyme Scheme


They reckoned no rhyme for "an orange,"
But reckoned they not with "a norange"!

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Monday, January 15, 2018

A Night in Shining Amour

There is none.

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Sunday, January 14, 2018

Bloody Hell and Holy Water?


I long ago puzzled over this saying:
"Blood is thicker than water."
I knew it meant that your blood relatives were closer to you than all the rest of humanity, and thus deserved your loyalty, but why should "water" stand for everyone else?

I went into a deep thunk about it, and the solution eventually came to me: "baptism."

Baptism brought one into the family of God, such that people all the world over, potentially all of us, were relatives.

Relatives by water, of course, and thus not so thick, not so close as blood relatives, but relatives all the same . . .

(I'm not claiming, of course, that this is Christian doctrine . . .)

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Saturday, January 13, 2018

Penny Money

(And somebody's been saving this one since 1864!)

"A penny saved is a penny earned, but what's the opportunity cost?"

Google's Answer: "the loss of potential gain from other alternatives when one alternative is chosen."

Therefore: a penny saved is a penny lost!

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Friday, January 12, 2018

Fossilized Turn of a Phrase Concerning a Prehistoric Measuring Stick

Sticks

"More than you can shake a stick at!"

The purpose of such a stick was to measure what was beyond one's capacity.

For example, two or three wolves might be held off with a stick, but more than three was "a lot" of wolves, and you knew it because the wolves weren't cowed by your stick, no matter how hard you shook that stick at them.

In which case, run!

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Thursday, January 11, 2018

Ancient Wisdom


The cat's out of the bag and drinking the spilled milk it's too late to cry over.

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Wednesday, January 10, 2018

Procrastinators!

Sterling Advice

"But don't put off until tomorrow what you can do tonight!"

(You might not be up to it tomorrow . . .)

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Tuesday, January 09, 2018

Words of Wit-Dumb


Another day, another dollar isn't worth another day . . .

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Monday, January 08, 2018

A Lobster Loose in Here?


A leopard cannot change its spots, for it is not an octopus, nor doth it know the secrets of the deep.

I think of Gérard de Nerval, my inspiration, who walked a lobster - on a blue ribbon as leash - in the Tuileries Garden. (Or was it along the Palais-Royal in Paris?) When asked why, he replied, "It does not bark, and it knows the secrets of the deep."

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Sunday, January 07, 2018

Straw Dog


"A drowning man will clutch at a straw dog."

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Saturday, January 06, 2018

Blending In . . .


"A man is known by the company he keeps working for!"

(I might have said this before.)

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Friday, January 05, 2018

A Countable Rhyme: Beyond One


"Two's company, three's a crowd, four's a nation, but five's allowed . . .

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Thursday, January 04, 2018

Hallelujah


Leonard Cohen died about a year ago, but he lives still . . . in the Tower of Song, singing "Hallelujah" . . .

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Wednesday, January 03, 2018

Science Man: On the Universe

We see here many stars that have formed in a red-shifting area of the universe:


Note how these stars appear trapped within nebulae of red dust, but this dust's coloring is actually due to the immense gravitational forces pulling on the nebulae.

I enjoy knowing a bit of science because such knowledge allows me to explain stuff like this sort of thing in today's blog entry. I also enjoy knowing a bit of theology, for this enables me to make sense of the marchlands between science and theology.

I can thus tell you about this next photograph. We see here - on God's own workbench - the entire universe itself red-shifting due to its immense mass (and note the depression atop the universe, for this will eventually grow large enough to swallow the entirety):


I grant that it looks like an apple, but that's how things got started anyway, right? This also explains how the plucking of one apple could send the entire universe hurtling down through the throes of entropy as an ever-falling world.

No need to thank me. Glad to be of assistance.

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Tuesday, January 02, 2018

As Brom Bones Might Say

John Quidor (1858)

"Two heads are better than none."

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Monday, January 01, 2018

Seasonings Greetings

HAPPY NEW YEAR!

2018

FROM

GYPSY SCHOLAR

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Sunday, December 31, 2017

Release One's Winning Ways


"You winsome, you loose some."

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Saturday, December 30, 2017

Religious Pluralism?


"What's god for the goose is god for the gander."

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Friday, December 29, 2017

Baseball Wisdom


"You can catch more flies with honey than with vinegar, but cheating don't make you no Major League material."

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Thursday, December 28, 2017

In the Guise of Light?


"Better the Devil you know than the Angel of Light you don't know."

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Wednesday, December 27, 2017

The Road to Hell is Paved: Longer Version


"The road to hell is paved with pretty good intentions, but there's about forty miles of bad road toward the end that's gone all to hell."

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Tuesday, December 26, 2017

Boxing Day: Who's Favored by St. Pugnacious?

Russia's Man?
Canny Boxer



America's Man?
Big Bruiser

"All's fair in loving war."

Boxing Day: A holiday for thinking outside of the box . . .

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Monday, December 25, 2017

A New Christmas Cake and an Old Christmas Poem . . .

Christmas Cake
Christmas of 2017

Merry Christmas
to
All My Readers

I posted this pom several Christmases ago, but it's always topical this time of the year, and I deserve a day off, so here goes:
Christmas Present
A year brings now another Christmas nigh,
And were there still those twelve medieval days
To celebrate a dozen, courtly ways,
I'd greet this time without protesting sigh.

For hardly greeted is it fast foreby
And lost within that sempiternal maze,
Forever hidden from our baffled gaze,
Where every single Christmas past will lie.

And yet, one dozen Christmases to fete
Would soon be just as all forever gone
Into that same dark labyrinth of time.

Such is of every Christmas past the fate
Predictable: it ought to prompt a yawn,
But since I muse, this Christmas Present rhyme.
You can also find it on page 104 of my collected poems, Radiant Snow. If only there were eleven more days . . .

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Sunday, December 24, 2017

Don't Walk the Talk . . .

Wise Old Hillbilly

As a wise old hillbilly once advised me:
"Don't walk the talk if you cain't talk the walk."
I'm still trying to figure out exactly what he meant by that!

My best guestimate is that he meant to say that you shouldn't do anything heroic unless you're able to brag about it.

Why?

Maybe because if you don't take credit, somebody else will.

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Saturday, December 23, 2017

Lucifer Possesses a Plant?

Reading Paradise Lost Herbivorously

But the Devil did have some help, from scientists, as one might have expected, for knowledge through experience (and thus also through experiment?) goes all the way back to the Plant of the Knowledge of Good and Evil:
To create their glowing plants, the MIT team turned to luciferase, the enzyme that gives fireflies their glow. Luciferase acts on a molecule called luciferin, causing it to emit light. (Anne Trafton, "Engineers create plants that glow," MIT News, December 12, 2017)
We thus see that Lucifer is involved in this work of luminescent plants, as the two allusions to his name imply! But all will be for the best, as Mephistopheles tells us:
[Ich bin] Ein Teil von jener Kraft, / Die stets das Böse will und stets das Gute schafft.
[I am] Part of that power / that incessantly wills to do evil but unceasingly achieves the good. (Goethe, Faust, 1335-6)
But the Devil could be lying . . .

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Friday, December 22, 2017

Another Think Coming . . .

Another Issue to Point Out Outright, Alright?

From the folks who brought us the "I·SEOUL·U" city slogan comes this poster of Seoul utilized to attract tourists by emphasizing the city's charm, elegance, and sophistication through misspelling the last day of the week as "Saterday" (as previously noted), but even more noteworthy are those who put this celebration together, namely, those folks on the Organizing Committee of the SEOUL CHRISTMAS FESTIVAL 2017, the ones who indeed flinched not before the task of ensuring that we tourists be "subjected" to whatever that same committee has come up with as its concept of entertainment!

I showed my students this poster and got a good belly laugh out of them.

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Thursday, December 21, 2017

Vampire in my dream?

Watching over us, indeed!
Rather, surveilling us!

I was thrashing about in a dream the other night, kicking out at an evil creature threatening me and my family, a ghost of some sort, a spectral vampire - and if I'm not mistaken, specifically, The Big Hominid, spiritual alter ego of Kevin Kim!

My wife shook me awake and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Well," I said, and I began to laugh, "I was fighting 'The Ghost of Kevin Kim.'"

My wife must have stared at me in the darkness, but she said nothing, and I fell back asleep, probably to again take on my heroic role as a good, glorious knight in quest of monsters to slay . . .

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Wednesday, December 20, 2017

Postmodern Values: Rights of Time Passages


"A broken clock is right twice a day."

"Right" about what?

Right about now.

Right you are!

But no clock is ever right because every working clock is either fast or slow, and a stopped, broken clock preserves those moments in potential. Thus is every broken clock never current, but always errant.

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Tuesday, December 19, 2017

Gender-Biased Wisdom


"All work and no play makes Jack a dull boy" may have its truth, but why does this proverb assume Jack's gender identity is male, namely, a "boy," when we can see for ourselves in the playing card above that this Jack is clearly into gender-bending, what with the pencil-thin mustache and the long, blond curls?

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Monday, December 18, 2017

My Good Intentions . . .


Only recently did I learn that books shipped to South Korea don't reach their addressee unless the addressee's official ID number is included, which explains why I wasn't receiving the various books that I'd ordered or that friends had sent to me.

When I finally knew of this need for my ID, I ordered the book you see above, a book I'd promised to review, and which I will review as soon as I can see enough light beyond the end of this semester's dark tunnel . . .

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