Pylimitics

Simplicity rearranged

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  • March 5

    It’s a mysterious thing, how people can so easily understand maps. You can unfold a map, show it to a very small child, and it won’t take them long to “get it.” They’ll even understand the limitations of maps (or possibly the limitations of paper); if you try to tell them they can peer  very… Continue reading

  • How about ANTEpropreantepenultimate?

    In English we already know that the initial three items in a sequence: first, second, and “third, are identified in a different way than then next however-many (fourth, fifth, and so on). But what about the other end of a sequence? Other than last, next to last, second from last, and the rest, can English… Continue reading

  • Not a culverin

    “Slang” is nonstandard language. In some circles slang is considered worse than just nonstandard; the Oxford English Dictionary defines it as “A species of cannon; a serpentine or culverin.” Oops, no, that’s what “slang” meant in the 1500s. I should have used this: “A long narrow strip of land.” Oh, drat; not that one either.… Continue reading

  • Maria Branyas

    If you’re anywhere near Catalonia, in Spain, you might think about stopping by today to wish Maria Branyas a happy birthday. She’s 117 today. Really. She’s the oldest person in the world.  Although she’s Spanish, she was born in San Francisco, California in — get this — 1907! Her family had moved there from Catalonia… Continue reading

  • March 4

    March is Women’s History Month, so I think it’s a good time to have a brief look at some of the women in the history of March 4, specifically. It was March 4, 1917 that Jeannette Rankin became the first female member of the US House of Representatives. She was actually the first woman to… Continue reading

  • The Argues

    The next time Dog met Flash the Barn Cat was in Hare’s meadow. Flash was sitting on a stump talking to Magpie.  “I’ve heard about something like that,” Magpie was saying. “The last time Coriolus passed this way he mentioned something about it. He said he and his vee…that’s Lucky, Spruce, and Bruce…they saw some… Continue reading

  • Good grief, Galah

    Winnie the Pooh was stumping his way along the path to Owl’s house one morning about eleven-ish. Yesterday Owl had said he had a new batch of seed cakes, and Pooh thought it would be a Very Considerate Thing To Do if he stopped by to see how the cakes were doing. And if he… Continue reading

  • Sagittiferous AND sagittipotent!

    If you found yourself composing, say, a morning’s Harkening of the Day back in the late 1600s, you might want to mention Robin Hood. After all, the legend was alive in those days too, and (hard as it is to believe) it was a popular story even before the man himself was played by a… Continue reading

  • March 3

    Miss Annabelle Winslow was born in Boston, Massachusetts on the eve of the Civil War. Living in Massachusetts, as she did with her family, she was not much affected by the events of the war, and as she was merely an infant and toddler throughout most of it, it’s not clear that she was even… Continue reading

  • In which Roo doesn’t see no sticks

    Everyone in the Hundred Acre Wood had gathered at the bridge to watch the game of PoohSticks that Tigger, Pooh, and Eeyore were going to play. There was Much Discussion about who might turn out to be the winner. Pooh, of course, had thought up the game in the first place, and everyone knew he… Continue reading

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I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

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Tales from the Forest

Quarantined; A Book of Days