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August 12
It’s August 12, the “Glorious Twelfth” in England, where it’s the opening day of grouse hunting season. Except if the 12th falls on a Sunday, they open the season on Monday because it’s illegal to shoot birds on Sundays there. It’s not clear to me whether Sundays are okay for shooting things other than birds.… Continue reading
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Acorn Caps
Beaver was introducing Goose to Porcupine, Hedgehog, Squirrel, and Raccoon. Those four met at Porcupine’s house every Tuesday to play Acorn Caps, a game they loved, but that they couldn’t get anyone else to play. Not even Otter or Muskrat, who loved games. “Goose is just visiting,” said Beaver. “She stopped in my pond on… Continue reading
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English as Prescribed
Let’s talk about “proper English.” English is not a centrally-managed language; it’s a dynamic set of conventions, and for the most part as long as you can make yourself understood, it works. But there’s also a set of social assumptions associated with how you use English; an assumption (that’s drummed into many of us in… Continue reading
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Abigails and Andrews
If you know someone named Abigail or Andrew, you might want to think twice about whether to share this with them. Those names, you see, have in the past been used to mean different things. Starting in the 1600s – or possibly earlier – an “abigail” was a maidservant. Nobody is quite sure how this… Continue reading
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Born Today: Ottó Bláthy
If you enjoy alternating-current electricity in your home or business, and you get the power from “the grid,” paying the utility company for the amount you use, and if you can rely on the power from your electrical outlets being pretty consistent, and if you have any devices that use AC electric motors, you can… Continue reading
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August 11
If you do the math (tedious, but straightforward) converting a base 20 numbering system to base 10, then count backwards, interpolating different calendar systems (which have changed regularly over the centuries), you eventually arrive at August 11, 3114 BCE in the Gregorian calendar. Exactly 5,135 years ago today. Technically that’s the “proleptic” Gregorian calendar, because… Continue reading
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Beauty in Your Eye
“I would know if I had something in my eye, Magpie,” said Hare. “I didn’t mean that sort of something,” said Magpie, “I mean the kind of thing you have in your eye because you’re the only one who sees it.” “The only time theres a thing that only I can see,” said Hare, “is… Continue reading
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Unruly Passions
April 2022 In an article in The Atlantic, “Why the Past 10 Years of American Life Have Been Uniquely Stupid,” Jonathan Haidt mentions James Madison’s recognition that democratic societies can suffer from “the turbulence and weakness of unruly passions.” Haidt points out that to create a “sustainable republic” is to “build in mechanisms to slow things down”… Continue reading
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Recherché
A word you find once in a while — it seems to be falling in popularity — is recherché. If you want to point out that something is rare, refined, and sought out with great care, while simultaneously implying that you yourself are refined and elegant (and quite possibly a bit pretentious), you’d describe the… Continue reading
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Collyrium
These days it’s a fairly low-level hacker exploit to open and read emails intended for somebody else. That sort of thing used to be a bit more difficult, at least in terms of physical skills. The way you’d protect a document a couple millennia ago was to apply a seal, probably made of molten wax… 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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