Last week we peeked over a few canine shoulders to check their diary entries. This week I thought I’d give our feline friends equal time.
And just so you know that zefrank doesn’t limit his documentaries (?) to them as walks about the surface of the earth, here’s a creature of the deep, as it where.
The word for January 13th is: Balaamite /’beɪləmʌɪt/: [noun] One who follows religion for the sake of gain.
In the book of Numbers Balaam the prophet is sent by the King of Moab to put a curse on the Israelites. Once he reaches their encampment he refuses to as Yahweh has command him against it. Somehow the story gets turned around and in one of his letters St. Peter portrayed him as a greedy SOB who took the King’s money and did the deed. It appears the good Saint wasn’t exactly a Biblical scholar.
Aside from being a bit of a daddy – hey you choose your daddy figure I’ll choose mine – zefrank is a full fledged Internet star. His True Facts videosand Ted Talks are legend. And that voice – he’s the Morgan Freeman of the Youtube Generation. On one of his videos he does a commercial for a sponsor and I listened to it twice just to hear him say “audible” 15 times.
The True Facts remind me of the old Hinterland Who’s Who but with laughs and some of the strangest creatures on earth’s surface – and below for that matter.
Madagascar gave many of us a new insight into Lemurs – zefrank goes, perhaps unnecessarily beyond!
The word for January 6th is longest word (45 letters) in the OED and continues our volcanic theme: pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis /ˌnjuːmənoʊˌʌltrəˌmaɪkrəˈskɒpɪkˌsɪlɪkoʊvɒlˌkeɪnoʊˌkoʊniˈoʊsɪs/: [mass noun]| an artificial long word said to mean a lung disease caused by inhaling very fine ash and sand dust. Invented in 1935 by Everett M. Smith, President of the National Puzzlers’ League. Pronunciation
Some of the writers we tend to think of being English were …. Irish. James Joyce, Iris Murdoch, George Bernard Shaw, Edna O’Brien, Jonathan Swift, William Congreve, Oliver Goldsmith, C. S. Lewis, Maeve Binchy, Samuel Beckett – well okay to be honest Beckett usually wrote in French first and then translated it to English but you get the idea. It seems that those of Hibernian extraction have a way with the English language. And the good chaps at Foil Arms and Hog are no exception.
You have to admit the guys are pretty good at Irish Bull*.
*The term may sound like it means foolishness or even something offensive but refers to word play that sounds quite normal but is incongruous or absurd..
December 30th is National Bacon Day. It’s also Bicarbonate of Soda Day but I’m sure that one has nothing to do with the other.
It seems that Christmas carols started on sound systems and broadcast programmes sometime around Labour Day but I may just be imaging it. The problem is that with so much out there and so few are played … repeatedly. Fortunately I’m only subjected to them when shopping – though Laurent has been favouring an internet channel that plays a madding loop of the same 10 or 12 compositions endlessly, but don’t tell him I said so. I do pity the poor sales people in malls etc who have been subjected to Céline Dion crucify our Lord by shrieking O Holy Night in an overblown David Foster arrangement, at the very least, a hundred times a day.
Unfortunately Dion and Foster have ensured that “Minuit, chrétiens”, a carol I once loved, has been added to a list that includes that bloody kid with the drum, some lady wanting me for Christmas, a lounge singer who treats “Silent Night” as an excuse for crooning at its most cringe-making, and choristers who can’t remember the words so go “ding, dong” supposedly like “sweet silver bells”.
And someone should tell them that silver doesn’t work for bells – one big “dong” (puerility! I tells ya! puerility!) and there would be a dent big enough to hold the census population of Bethlehem circa 0001 AD!
According to Wikipedia: “Angels We Have Heard on High” is generally sung to the hymn tune “Gloria”, a traditional French carol as arranged by Edward Shippen Barnes. Its most memorable feature is its chorus, Gloria in excelsis Deo, where the “o” of “Gloria” is fluidly sustained through 16 notes of a rising and falling melismatic melodic sequence. All well and good but normally at least one (or two if I happen to be in the congregation) wander off pitch and gulp a breath on that “melismatic melodic sequence”.
Okay enough of the Christmas Curmudgeon – time to join the gang at Okefenokee Swamp in my favourite carol: Deck Us Out With Boston Charlie. Ready now? A-one, an’ a-two: Walla Walla, Wash., an’ Kalamazoos
December 16th is Chocolate Covered Anything Day – I can think of a few things I’d like to cover in chocolate!
My goodness but YouTube – despite its (I am assuming it is an “it” not a “she” or “he”, though maybe a “they”) – annoying habit of suggesting total wild card videos does come up with some winners. Such as Thomas Benjamin Wild Esq – who’s urbanity gives “busking” new depth of meaning. And who with the luscious London Belles (yes I know that totally un-PC but don’t blame me blame the eggnog!) gives voices to those thoughts many of us have this time of year.
December 9th is Christmas Card Day – the sending of which by snail mail is a tradition that seems to be having a revival in the past few years. Yes say I!
Telling the stories of the history of the port of Charlottetown and the marine heritage of Northumberland Strait on Canada's East Coast. Winner of the Heritage Award from the PEI Museum and Heritage Foundation and a Heritage Preservation Award from the City of Charlottetown