A niche I never realized existed: "Looking for experienced Americanizers to translate nonfiction from British English to American English." Fascinating!
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A niche I never realized existed: "Looking for experienced Americanizers to translate nonfiction from British English to American English." Fascinating!
File under "stranger than fiction"
From A23 of today's New York Times: "A self-described magician and escapist who once set a record for eating a household light bulb in fewer than 34 seconds was arrested and charged with committing a string of Brooklyn bank robberies, the police said Thursday."
More monkeys
It seems like the Times runs an "India's monkey menace" story every two years or so, but I still can't help but giggle at lines like this: "he had 65 langurs urinating on prominent homes and buildings throughout Delhi." (Full story here.)
The property owner nakedly flouts all responsibility!
Trash-bound Birkenstocks. Somewhere in Long Island City, a barefoot free spirit roams.
The NYT on the tech beat
From Sarah Lyall's "Murdoch Confidante Recalls Chummy Ties With British Leaders":
"Rebekah Brooks, a former chief executive of Rupert Murdoch's British newspaper subsidiary ... found herself cheekily lecturing a future prime minister, David Cameron, about how to avoid humiliating himself by text message, she said.
"'Occasionally he would sign them LOL -- "lots of love,"' Ms. Brooks told the Leveson Inquiry on media ethics and practices, speaking of Mr. Cameron's text messages to her when he was the leader of the opposition, 'until I told him it meant "laugh out loud." Then he didn't use that anymore.'"
Pffft. Amateur purveyors just give you country-dressed beef. Our cattle: in top hats and tails!
Cartoony sketch on a gate in Astoria
Science can give us knowledge, but it cannot give us wisdom. Nor can religion, until it puts aside nonsense and distraction and becomes itself again.
Marilynne Robinson, When I Was A Child I Read Books
He's a big thinker. When he gets drunk, he talks about important things.
An unnamed friend of Bo Guagua, according to a hilarious NYT story ("Son's Parties and Privilege Aggravate Fall of Elite Chinese Family," http://nyti.ms/HOLqUZ). Also of note? "He appeared on a Chinese talk show to discuss his family and allowed himself to be photographed partying bare-chested and with young women."
The mistyped "porcess" in the fourth graf will surely be corrected soon, but for now, I will chuckle a bit about the society's editing flub. (I'm a member, and I wish I were in New Orleans for the conference, and because I am criticizing their mistake, I will surely make one of my own in this post.)
My new mission: accumulate enough thrift-store teacups to make my own teacup chandelier. (This one, from a shop in Valencia, Spain, and highlighted on La Petite Nymphea, is great great great.) More tea-related home decor at Offbeat Home.
May Day is imminent, I guess? Seeing lots of tagging, fliers, etc. This is in Midtown.
My motto is, give me straight vodka or give me death. (Maybe that "or" should be an "and," given my historical rate of rotgut consumption.) So I was horrified to learn last week of "peanut butter and jelly vodka." Eff that: I'll make a sammy with Jif and Smuckers and pour myself a tumbler of Stoli. Yes? Yes.
And I just learned that "cake vodka" exists. REALLY? REALLY?! Pass me the Betty Crocker mix. Or, uh, can you just whip up something in three layers? I'll be over on the couch, passed out by the time it's risen, cooled, and been frosted.
But if you're some sort of a pervert, I guess you can make a cake-vodka martini. It sounds abysmal to me, but to each her own.
Does it ever get too late for people to begin living the way they want to live?
My Next Bride, Kay Boyle (pub. 1934)
Lamp pole sticker, 36th Ave, Astoria
More Astoria residents mad as hell, not gonna take it. Forensic science at its best. White dog, full of poop, sought on 36th St between 30th and 31st Ave.