h2g2 The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy: Earth Edition

I'm pink therefore I'm spam. . I love it.

Holy beauty, I am awed by you guys! And now this poem, Mister D, holy beauty again, incredible, I am so awed I am breathing funny. In a good way. I'm not dying. (yet). Poetry can make me breathless. That language .... ahhh .....

Thankyou!

Regarding falconry (postings 2607)---here are falconers for profit in California---as a gull deterrent.


http://news.yahoo.com/birds-prey-seize-day-battle-gulls-152421999.html

Great poem, Dmitri.

That's a fine way to deal with gulls, eh? thanks Elektra. So the gulls meet their match.

Raptors. I like the word raptor. Does it mean all birds of prey? I think it does.

Hello

the cracking of D minor with red and black keys,poetry, a classic one liner, plus a restorative balance of birds of prey,

once they are flying free it is as should be

Thank you daydreamers for those gems

perculiar anyone?

also have discovered a Mushroom Kingdom in Dmitri's journal

In waitress mode, shroom omelettes might be added to the special board

mvp, your murder mystery, I reread from the beginning last night, I am still mulling, but I have a theory,

and questions are we allowed to ask those as we go along?

It is not though, is it

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ibk0LA3Unfk

sorry should have said Buffy the Musical youtube link, fan girl posting

I couldn't possibly comment.

Hullo Peanut! . . Funny thing, I was thinking about re-reading mvp's story again, all the episodes. Now you've inspired me. .



Very interesting posting alert.

OK, here it is. (the very interesting posting)

I'm doing a lot of ACV right now. What is ACV? Apple Cider Vinegar (of course).

I used to drink it a lot, with hot water and honey, in my artistic heyday when I lived on potatoes, chocolate and Gauloises handrolls. .

And???

Well ... a couple of days ago, I was feeling a bit chunked up, like I was about to come down with flu, felt a bit sicky sickly.

I was in town and I suddenly had a massive craving for ACV. Luckily the husband had some in the cupboard, from a long ago attempt to make interesting salad dressing.



So I've taken to drinking it with cold water, three times a day. It tastes 'orrible, but I feel really well, and my tubes have cleared.

It's one of these miracle foods, apparently, although I'm wary of miracle foods. I think it's good for the PH? balance in the gut, acid/alkaline that kind of thing.




I'd like to be an official representative of a miracle food, though. Welcome to my world. Book signing will follow.

And ...



Does anyone else like ACV?



Ooooh Mister D put my Brutus stone photos in !! And I thanked him, and started going on about gargoyles.

Would anyone like to talk about gargoyles with me? I really want to learn about them.

Or would you prefer a nice refreshing glass of ACV?



OK I'm going now.

Just been reading

well you two on the Brutus Stone

and Willem's article is about a heron, my favourite birds

I gargoyles

well done you two!

Yay thanks luv! Do you, or anyone, know anything about what gargoyles are? Do you fancy putting a piece together sometime?

One day, perhaps.

I can't go it alone, I'm a pale snowdrop on the verge of .. of ... snow? . Uh oh, hope that wasn't a psychic weather forecast. Not yet not yet! I like the rain, it is rinsing my soul.



I'm so happy today! Keyboards replaced, but I went back to the white and black keys, which is interesting, but not that interesting. . Better quality, but they did it for the same deal price. Nice.

I just wrote a piece entitled ..

Psychological moonbirds flying over a ravine in the indigo dusk/Good ideas surrendering to the stars beyond the stars/Probability and logic having a debate about unexplained footprints

So that's that then.

A photo entry in would be

You know how discovered, well, rediscovered, the Brutus Stone because Dmitri mentioned it. It is *kind of* the same with gargoyles, and allsorts of things, you don't notice unless you look.

Gargoyles are something you might associate with grander buildings, yet look up walking down your main street, you never know what you see above shop fronts, gargoyles, architectural detailing, stones with dates of buildings, or name or events, window design, the difference between ground floor and first can be a massive historical leap

There are some Victorian houses on my bus, modest railway houses, every other one has a built in boot scraper (you know what I mean?) next to front door, I always wonder why every other one? Why didn't every one get a boot scraper...

Hmmm the things you notice eh?

Or don't, so a entry, along those sorts of lines, maybe yes, well

Perculiar anyone?

s'cuse my missing words, obviously it would be a bit tricky to shove a small row of Victorian houses on to my shuttle bus

I'm enjoying the talk about gargoyles and bootscrapers.

Over here, we see boot scrapers on 18th-century houses. Also, in Philadelphia, those little spy mirrors, so you can see who's at the front door.

What would be cool, is if you took a picture every time you see something interesting. For . It doesn't have to be a big research project, just a line or two about what it is. That's our way of spreading the joy around.

What is there round my way?

There's a clay pit that was the source of what were called mathematical tiles. The story is that, in the 18thCentury, it was expensive to build a brick house, so people got their houses built half timbered and covered with tiles that were meant to look like brick. You can't photograph the clay pit, and I might have to go to Lewes to find a house of this type.

Further afield, there's the Tunnel House, where the London-Brighton railway line disappears under the Downs and there are the Clayton Windmills, known as Jack and Jill. (There's probably lots you could say about windmills.)

There's also lots you could say about Lewes... But I don't want to commit myself to an Edited Guide entry at the moment.

Yay! This is wonderful!

And I just pictured a row of Victorian houses on Peanut's shuttle bus. . They fit fine, because Peanut's shuttle bus is like a tardis. hahah. And it's great, because when you get on the bus, you can go into one of the houses and have a nice cup of Perculiar.

What??



Seriously though, I love it, these local observations. You are inspiring me! And spreading the joy around! That's a lovely phrase!

I find that the more I start to notice the more I start to see.

Someone I knew once, in London, said to me 'when walking through a town or city, don't forget to look up'.

So I started doing this. OK you bash into people, and there's always a chance you could step in something rough, but it was amazing! All the architectural details I noticed, all those quirky rooftop details.



I remember, on the journey primary school, circa 1962, we would pass this house in Sidley, on the edge of Bexhill, in Sussex, that had a strange figurehead attached to the wall.

She was a pale lady with dark hair and I think wearing green. My brother remembers her also, but apparently she's not been there for years.

I wish I had a photo, that was really quirky. She would like her portrait in Was she from a ship? If I'm ever again in Sidley, I might go ask around, see if anyone knows who she was.



We are the history seekers! . Searching for those sepia glimpses of a parallel universe, for those streets we recognise although we've never been there before.

Is this relevant? No!

Has anyone ever had that feeling that you've been to a place before, even though you know you haven't?

I've had it one time, when we went to States in '91. When we arrived in Phoenix Arizona I felt like I'd been there before, it seemed very familiar.

Strange ...

Yes! I've had that feeling.

I had it very strongly when I got to Ireland in 1978. I looked out a train window and thought, 'Home.' And I'd never been there before.

Really? How fascinating! Do you have Irish ancestry? Or are these familiar feelings entirely random. My experience in Phoenix felt random.

Or does it have an explanation or .. I wonder?

We knew this lady from Manchester, England. When she got off the plane in Athens, Greece, the first ever time she had been there, she knew that she had found home in Greece and wished to spend the rest of her life there.She had absolutely no Greek blood, her family had no connection with the place at all.

She left her life in Manchester, returned to Greece, found work, met a Greek chap, had a beautiful daughter. Unfortunately she died very young, but at least she had found home.

Ain't it strange?

Wow, what a great story. I agree - the affinities wer feel may have nothing to do with DNA.

In my case, yes, most of my ancestors lived in Ireland about 300 years ago. The first immigrant lot set off from Belfast in 1682. Next stop, the Delaware River. Philadelphia was a gleam in their eye. They brought the surveying chain along, but it was the wrong size...

On the other hand, I'd rather live in Greece, too. Any ancestors I had in that region would have wandered through Thraki at least 2000 years ago, think of it.

I think I just love the Mediterranean climate. And the food. I don't blame your friend. It's a great place to be.

I used to tell people I had no German ancestors, but that turns out to be not quite true. It's hard not to have ANY German ancestors if you're descended from the weird lot who arrived here before the Revolution. Turns out there was this man from the Rhineland, Valentin Presslar, who came in 1705, or thereabouts. He had a lot of kids.

So, Jimmy Carter, Elvis Presley, and I are all related. Along with thousands of other people. Like I said, very shallow gene pool.

Thank goodness for the Indians who broadened our genetic horizons. Otherwise, we'd all have two heads by now. As it is, I've got hereditary deafness, bad vision, and a mismatched sksleton. Thanks so much, pioneer ancestors. Couldn't you have tried internet dating?

The moral of this story is: marry outside the group. Your grandchildren will thank you.