peggy sent me the magazine cabinet. i am great liking this. i'm only a fraction through, even so, i'd like to share some snippets.
from an index within the magazine:
from a piece about the "Victorian water cure":
it's refreshing. you don't see writing like this in blogs:
granted, that's an 1842 quote in a cabinet footnote, but still. a delight.
from an index within the magazine:
habit, of always pondering something or another, of brooding one might say, 4
from a piece about the "Victorian water cure":
Priessnitz, however, was the Socrates of hydrotherapeutic theory: he wrote nothing himself – nor did he read, lest he damage his brain – and left the elaboration of his ideas to colleagues and successors.
it's refreshing. you don't see writing like this in blogs:
... that hotbed of absurdities, Austria, where the crushed minds of men that cannot bear the healthful fruits of free investigation run riot in the extravagances of fantastic credulity or ignorantly strive to breathe life into the dead superstitions and one-idea'd theories of the Middle Ages.
granted, that's an 1842 quote in a cabinet footnote, but still. a delight.
there oughta be an amusing site at blooger.com. do you bloog? i do.
the most awesm thing at the snow yesterday. the wind was so fierce, i went straight down the steepest parts of the slopes, straight down! the wind stopped me from hurtling to my death. i screamed with joy but no one heard because the wind was so loud the end.
I'd watch the olympics if they were this good: paul hunt's gymnastics on the floor, beam, and uneven bars.
you're all like, "enough dog stories already". but i have another one. Jetpack's small enough to fit under the cubicle doors and walls of the ladies' toilets at work, so he causes an occasional riot.
Jetpack + YouTube
interesting tidbit on words.
Walked Jetpack at 10:30pm to the end of the street, then crossed the road to continue walking around the neighbourhood and Jet put on the brakes. We stopped. Where do you want to go, Jet? We let him lead. He did a u-turn, crossing back over the road and led us home. Too cold out there I guess.
We went to the pound on Sunday morning and there were only big dogs there. We said hello to them all, but we live in apartments and can only have a wee dog. The lady said sorry, but all the little dogs and puppies are snapped up quickly on Saturdays and we'd have to get in early on a Saturday to have a chance.
We went home, looked up the locations of the other pounds and found one that had some wee dogs. We called ahead. "We're interested in small Jack Russell kinda dogs." The lady was flustered but happy - "We have quite a few!" We drove over as soon as they opened. There were two young Jack Russell crosses, an older dog, and a puppy. The puppy was just too small and would need someone to be with it alltimes.
We went over to the young adults. "Bomber" was jumping up and down like he was on a pogo stick, while having a yappy energetic conversation with his much larger neighbour. "X" was shivering on a blanket at the back of his kennel. I knelt down and said hi. He walked over and looked at me. And looked at Willo. And looked at me.
The lady came over and asked if we'd like to take him for a walk, and we did, so we did. He stayed close to us and seemed happy. He was wary of big dogs and said hello to small dogs. There were steps back into the building and when we came to them, he practically flew up & over them - couldn't see his feet touch the ground. He hung around us while we chatted to the lady and she said, "What do you think?" and Willo said, "What happens next?" and she said it was a matter of filling out forms. "X" walked from his lap to my lap while we were listening about his kennel cough tablets and his microchip, and he ended up standing with his front paws on my thighs and his back paws on Willo's, bridging us both.
We had to buy supplies and my parents' house was halfway between the pound and the supermarket. My parents sat on the kitchen floor with the new friend and introduced themselves. By the time we came back, half an hour later, Dad was pleased to say that "X" could sit & stay.
We drove home and were almost there - we'd been trying to think up names all evening - just around the corner from home - bam. Jet. Jetpack.
He's a tiny little fellow. But he's great.
We went home, looked up the locations of the other pounds and found one that had some wee dogs. We called ahead. "We're interested in small Jack Russell kinda dogs." The lady was flustered but happy - "We have quite a few!" We drove over as soon as they opened. There were two young Jack Russell crosses, an older dog, and a puppy. The puppy was just too small and would need someone to be with it alltimes.
We went over to the young adults. "Bomber" was jumping up and down like he was on a pogo stick, while having a yappy energetic conversation with his much larger neighbour. "X" was shivering on a blanket at the back of his kennel. I knelt down and said hi. He walked over and looked at me. And looked at Willo. And looked at me.
The lady came over and asked if we'd like to take him for a walk, and we did, so we did. He stayed close to us and seemed happy. He was wary of big dogs and said hello to small dogs. There were steps back into the building and when we came to them, he practically flew up & over them - couldn't see his feet touch the ground. He hung around us while we chatted to the lady and she said, "What do you think?" and Willo said, "What happens next?" and she said it was a matter of filling out forms. "X" walked from his lap to my lap while we were listening about his kennel cough tablets and his microchip, and he ended up standing with his front paws on my thighs and his back paws on Willo's, bridging us both.
We had to buy supplies and my parents' house was halfway between the pound and the supermarket. My parents sat on the kitchen floor with the new friend and introduced themselves. By the time we came back, half an hour later, Dad was pleased to say that "X" could sit & stay.
We drove home and were almost there - we'd been trying to think up names all evening - just around the corner from home - bam. Jet. Jetpack.
He's a tiny little fellow. But he's great.
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