Pylimitics

Simplicity rearranged

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  • Signs of the nines

    In the early 1700s, you could do something — just about anything, apparently — “to the nines.” It would have sounded something like this citation from 1719: “How to the nines they did content me.” “To the nines” meant really good, to the highest point, nearing perfection. Unfortunately people’s ability to do most things that… Continue reading

  • November 25

    If you’re reading this in the morning on November 25, the first thing you should do is make sure nothing breakable is near the edge of a shelf or table or counter. Because for some reason, today seems to have a particular affinity to earthquakes.  The first one we have any records of was in… Continue reading

  • Paraphernalia

    These days, “paraphernalia” is just another word for “stuff”. Look around you; almost no matter where you are you’ll see some paraphernalia. It wasn’t always this way, you know. Not that humans haven’t tended to surround themselves with the flotsam and jetsam of the acquisitive behaviors they inherited from an ancient line of great apes… Continue reading

  • November 24

    Every once in a while there’s a day that seems to be tied to an idea. The thing is, it’s not always easy to discover what the idea is. Take today, for example. November 24 is “Evolution Day” in celebration of the date in 1859 that Charles Darwin published On the Origin of Species. It… Continue reading

  • Starting with alumina

    Curses, foiled again! Aluminum is a metal we encounter many times per day, which might raise an interesting question: why is it called “aluminium” in England and “aluminum” in the US? It’s not just a matter of an idiosyncratic pronunciation of “aluminum.” In England and the US the spelling shifts to match the pronunciation. It… Continue reading

  • November 23

    Have you ever wondered why actors are called “thespians”? It’s because of November 23. Partly, anyway. This is the day in 534 BCE that, according to Aristotle, someone named “Thespis” was the first person to portray a character on stage in a play. We’re talking about well over two thousand years ago, when record keeping… Continue reading

  • Janskys, smoots, and eotvos, oh my!

    Most people are generally aware of volts, a measure of electricity named after Alessandro Volta. Another electrical measure is the ohm. That was named after Georg Ohm. And amps, or amperes, are named after André-Marie Ampere. Perhaps you see a pattern here. Measures and standards established in the past two or three centuries are often… Continue reading

  • Blue by you

    There’s something about the color blue that’s a little different from other colors. I’m not sure what it is, but for some reason you can find more weird references to “blue” than any other color. Here are just a few of them. “Blue murder” is an expression from the 1800s that means a cry of… Continue reading

  • Born today: Bernays and Earl

    November 22 is a day that may be remembered in some future societies as a black mark on history, and the point at which our current society embraced propaganda and deception as industrial-class tools to be freely used at a vast scale. It all started in 1891 and 1893, when, two years apart, two men… Continue reading

  • November 22

    It’s November twenty-second, and strangely enough there’s a long string of connections. “The problem here is that you will reach a point where it might be difficult to decide which are reality and which are nightmare.”  It all started in 1961, when a dancer named Liz Powell was hospitalized for exhaustion. She’d been experiencing a… Continue reading

About Me

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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Quarantined; A Book of Days