There has been a certain amount of rumour, innuendo and tittle tattle about the use of Buddhist Pizza Sovereign Funds (BPSF). I can confirm that the resources of BPSF have been used to assist enfeebled Central Banks and other financial institutions.
An entirely modest sum of up to 100 trillion dollars might have been used in this way but because of commercial confidentiality, our rigorous accounting principles and the fact that we have not gathered up the loose change from the back of the corporate sofa, as it were, the details are not to be made public at this time. We have sought approval from our auditors, Messrs Bent and Curle, to report these matters over an extended period of 50 years because of the adverse effects this disclosure could have on individual organisations and on the global financial system.
Q. Easing,
Chief Finance Officer, BPSF
B. Lind,
For Bent and Curle.
Wednesday, November 25, 2009
Saturday, November 21, 2009
Benny and Rowan.
So Benny and Rowan finally got it together.
Benny:- Good to meet you Rowan.
Rowan:- Listen you nazi mudderfucker you are dead. No more nicey, nicey. Take youra bloodsoaked hands offa my people. They are good, god fearin folk, and dey dona want your papist crap!
Benny:- Rowan, remember Isiah, let us reason a little!
Rowan:- Look you creep. You wanna kill saucepans, you wanna make the world a better place go f**k yourself. I gorra tradition, I gorra principles, I gorra theology! Yeah, what you got punk?
Benny:- Good to meet you Rowan.
Rowan:- Listen you nazi mudderfucker you are dead. No more nicey, nicey. Take youra bloodsoaked hands offa my people. They are good, god fearin folk, and dey dona want your papist crap!
Benny:- Rowan, remember Isiah, let us reason a little!
Rowan:- Look you creep. You wanna kill saucepans, you wanna make the world a better place go f**k yourself. I gorra tradition, I gorra principles, I gorra theology! Yeah, what you got punk?
Recipe
Julie and Julia
Greatly enjoyed. So much butter! So much joy of life!
Go see it and look up the you tube additions.
Someone asked me why would you want to bone a duck?
Because you could produce pate of duck en croute.
Perhaps.
It is fortunate I did not have to marry a republican and breed like a rabbit.
A late addition to the recipe question.
Arse covering fudge.
Sadly no recipe from M. Fort.
Grauniad Weekend 14/11/09
Greatly enjoyed. So much butter! So much joy of life!
Go see it and look up the you tube additions.
Someone asked me why would you want to bone a duck?
Because you could produce pate of duck en croute.
Perhaps.
It is fortunate I did not have to marry a republican and breed like a rabbit.
A late addition to the recipe question.
Arse covering fudge.
Sadly no recipe from M. Fort.
Grauniad Weekend 14/11/09
93
The celebration of the 93rd birthday of a family matriarch.
Fish in cream sauce, peas(frozen) and chips from the local; all as we believed the said matriarch
would want; but maybe not so. Of course the whole including cherry crumble and custard as a desert was supported by a very nice white wine.
Sadly, I'm sure if we had asked if she would like jelly and custard. The answer would be yes.
But we had fun, and cards from children and presents and lots of explosions of
Good gracious!
the most extreme expression I have heard my M(other) I(n) L(aw) - MIL come out with
I can get my head round a lot of things but not the idea that there might be a time or place or
condition I might not be able to get my head round things.
For me I think this is the most scary thing.
Anyway!
Gracias a la vida; again!
Fish in cream sauce, peas(frozen) and chips from the local; all as we believed the said matriarch
would want; but maybe not so. Of course the whole including cherry crumble and custard as a desert was supported by a very nice white wine.
Sadly, I'm sure if we had asked if she would like jelly and custard. The answer would be yes.
But we had fun, and cards from children and presents and lots of explosions of
Good gracious!
the most extreme expression I have heard my M(other) I(n) L(aw) - MIL come out with
I can get my head round a lot of things but not the idea that there might be a time or place or
condition I might not be able to get my head round things.
For me I think this is the most scary thing.
Anyway!
Gracias a la vida; again!
Friday, November 20, 2009
Rhetoric
John Naughton, as always, identifies an interesting potential use of a wordcloud at Memex 1.1
In connection to a major speech given by a D. Cameron.
He suggests that the list of words, of different sizes depending on frequency(?), might be:-
Here at the Buddhist Pizza Institutute for the Study of Rhetorical Diseases (BPISRD, Founded in 1969 by D. Lessing.) we have been using a similar device to diagnose rhetorical disease, its form and intensity.
Oh my! I must say the Subject D. Cameron has it bad! The size of the terms
government, political and power (0.9 each on the Lessing Scale)
compared to the terms
community, rage and whips (0.01 each on the Lessing Scale)
indicates a rhetoric pathologically out of balance.
It is always difficult to diagnose and prescribe at distance and of course he will have his own clinical rhetoricians to advise him but I would suggest a period of deep reflection and something light and refreshing to read, say Nietzsche. 'On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense' and 'The Will to Power' - should keep him bubbling along nicely!
In connection to a major speech given by a D. Cameron.
He suggests that the list of words, of different sizes depending on frequency(?), might be:-
an interesting tool for tracking changes in rhetoric — and perhaps even policy.Indeed so.
Here at the Buddhist Pizza Institutute for the Study of Rhetorical Diseases (BPISRD, Founded in 1969 by D. Lessing.) we have been using a similar device to diagnose rhetorical disease, its form and intensity.
Oh my! I must say the Subject D. Cameron has it bad! The size of the terms
government, political and power (0.9 each on the Lessing Scale)
compared to the terms
community, rage and whips (0.01 each on the Lessing Scale)
indicates a rhetoric pathologically out of balance.
It is always difficult to diagnose and prescribe at distance and of course he will have his own clinical rhetoricians to advise him but I would suggest a period of deep reflection and something light and refreshing to read, say Nietzsche. 'On Truth and Lies in a Nonmoral Sense' and 'The Will to Power' - should keep him bubbling along nicely!
Monday, November 16, 2009
The Great Escape
Herself spent some time, recently, interfacing with the NHS.
Two points worthy of note.
She did not mention, prior to admission, that the surgeon was a man of great charm, wit, sensitivity, openness and transparency, drop dead gorgeous boyish good looks; and one of those useful little bags that go over your shoulder and under your arm. (Not George Clooney but definitely Noah Wyle.)
Why should she!
So we go through the trials and tribulations. All is pronounced well, for the time being, and we are discharged.
Because of the shift change we are not discharged as quickly as we could be. Several hours later we are packing the bags, getting dressed, whistling the tune from the Great Escape, sotto voce, and ready to head for the door. A rude interruption ensues. Herself is accused of being an impostor who needs a bed for the night and a referral letter to Addenbrooke's.
Shite and onions!
I raise my voice to what I hope is a commanding but not intimidating level and affirm the name address, marital status, and inside leg measurements of herself and the fact that we are not now, nor have we ever been associated with Addenbrooke's. That is the prerogative of the woman in the other corner of the surgical bay and we wish her good luck. We, the few, the chosen few are heading for the door. It seems to work. Off we go down the escape route, sorry the corridor and I can't help breaking out into full whistle.
The Great Escape, a great movie, a great tune, just think of all the times you could whistle it to make a small point!
Two points worthy of note.
She did not mention, prior to admission, that the surgeon was a man of great charm, wit, sensitivity, openness and transparency, drop dead gorgeous boyish good looks; and one of those useful little bags that go over your shoulder and under your arm. (Not George Clooney but definitely Noah Wyle.)
Why should she!
So we go through the trials and tribulations. All is pronounced well, for the time being, and we are discharged.
Because of the shift change we are not discharged as quickly as we could be. Several hours later we are packing the bags, getting dressed, whistling the tune from the Great Escape, sotto voce, and ready to head for the door. A rude interruption ensues. Herself is accused of being an impostor who needs a bed for the night and a referral letter to Addenbrooke's.
Shite and onions!
I raise my voice to what I hope is a commanding but not intimidating level and affirm the name address, marital status, and inside leg measurements of herself and the fact that we are not now, nor have we ever been associated with Addenbrooke's. That is the prerogative of the woman in the other corner of the surgical bay and we wish her good luck. We, the few, the chosen few are heading for the door. It seems to work. Off we go down the escape route, sorry the corridor and I can't help breaking out into full whistle.
The Great Escape, a great movie, a great tune, just think of all the times you could whistle it to make a small point!
Saturday, November 07, 2009
Gitanos!
It's interesting that Gypsy is a term of abuse; also to be avoided for reasons of political correctness...
and certainly something that readers of the Daily Mail would home in on.
However, some of us don't, necessarily, accept that.
I was taxed, recently, to come up with suggestions for music for a welcome event for Roma in the Northwest of our country. For souls who had come from 'godknowswhere'. Perhaps even Ulster
That will knock their pretty little Roma socks off; hmm....
When the CD was returned I was amused that one of the younger Roma kids pointed out a member of the band and well....
- you know the rest!
Anyway, all of which is a means of introducing...
Walking Wounded
Try the Gypsy Dance and tell me that you don't get it!
and certainly something that readers of the Daily Mail would home in on.
However, some of us don't, necessarily, accept that.
I was taxed, recently, to come up with suggestions for music for a welcome event for Roma in the Northwest of our country. For souls who had come from 'godknowswhere'. Perhaps even Ulster
"Are youse Catholic Gypsys or Protestant Gypsys? Sure we mean no harm but we have to know!"I thought about all the usual supects and came up with Taraf de Haidouks.
That will knock their pretty little Roma socks off; hmm....
When the CD was returned I was amused that one of the younger Roma kids pointed out a member of the band and well....
- you know the rest!
Anyway, all of which is a means of introducing...
Walking Wounded
Try the Gypsy Dance and tell me that you don't get it!
Why I love Saturday afternoons.
Why I love (some) Saturday afternoons
A liddle wine.
A very small chicken.
No Aubergines, not even a small one and....
Lucy, god bless her, at WOMEX 2009
Beeb, Radio 3 -
3pm 7 Nov. 2009
The programme on iPlayer won't be around for ever.
Get it while it's good and hot!
Long Song Genghis Come Wuji
Hanggai
Well what would you do if you were an out of work Chinese punk with no prospects.
Gilzene and the Blue Light Mento Band
Arr. Gilzene: Sweet Sweet Jamaica
Arr. Gilzene: Come back Liza
I tell you Liza may or may not come back. I have no knowledge of her or her plight other than the story carried in the sweet, sweet tones of the Mento Band.
Brought water to m'eye.
Lambert: La fille de la vigneron
Yves Lambert and the Bebert Orchestra
Late of the La Bottine Souriante.
Delivers quite a kick.
I'll have to go, I've got a chicken on the hob!
A liddle wine.
A very small chicken.
No Aubergines, not even a small one and....
Lucy, god bless her, at WOMEX 2009
Beeb, Radio 3 -
3pm 7 Nov. 2009
The programme on iPlayer won't be around for ever.
Get it while it's good and hot!
Long Song Genghis Come Wuji
Hanggai
Well what would you do if you were an out of work Chinese punk with no prospects.
Gilzene and the Blue Light Mento Band
Arr. Gilzene: Sweet Sweet Jamaica
Arr. Gilzene: Come back Liza
I tell you Liza may or may not come back. I have no knowledge of her or her plight other than the story carried in the sweet, sweet tones of the Mento Band.
Brought water to m'eye.
Lambert: La fille de la vigneron
Yves Lambert and the Bebert Orchestra
Late of the La Bottine Souriante.
Delivers quite a kick.
I'll have to go, I've got a chicken on the hob!
Thursday, November 05, 2009
Times are hard!
Times are hard!
Yes, you heard me, times are hard.
Every man jack of us is feeling the pinch.
You could take the view that £140 a bottle, allegedly, is not worth getting out of bed for.
Or, you could play up; play the game; deal with the hand that the good lord has dealt you and get on with it!
We all have to make sacrifices.
Many thanks to Memex for the link.
Yes, you heard me, times are hard.
Every man jack of us is feeling the pinch.
You could take the view that £140 a bottle, allegedly, is not worth getting out of bed for.
Or, you could play up; play the game; deal with the hand that the good lord has dealt you and get on with it!
We all have to make sacrifices.
Many thanks to Memex for the link.
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