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On and on and on and on!

Дальше и дальше и дальше и дальше!


КОЛИБРИ (ЭТИМОЛОГИЯ)
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Оригинал взят у plyazhnikov в КОЛИБРИ (ЭТИМОЛОГИЯ)
КОЛИБРИ (Trochilidae) - семейство животного мира, объединяющее самых мелких птиц, размером от шмеля до синицы (см. СИНИЦА). Происхождение названия К. связано с нижеследующими фактами.

В допечатную эпоху книги (см. КНИГА) были крайне редки и дороги; они находились в основном во владении монастырей и аристократов и широкий доступ к ним был серьёзно ограничен. В библиотеках хранители старались выдавать книгу только в том случае, если читатель (а они также были крайне немногочисленны) точно называл её наименование и автора. Так как большинство книг и их авторы упоминалось только в других книгах, то читатель, не читавший ни одной книги, рисковал так и не начать читать никогда.

Чтобы разорвать порочный круг, один хранитель библиотеки (где и когда это случилось - увы, теперь уже не установить, как и имя этого находчивого человека) придумал прилагать к каждой ценной книге маленькую брошюрку, которая наскоро писалась на плохой бумаге и содержала краткое содержание или описание книги, имя автора и другую стоящую информацию. Объём брошюрки был всего 4-8 листков, в случае утери её было легко восстановить, поэтому хранители библиотек с лёгким сердцем выдавали эти брошюрки для ознакомления читателям. Если читатель, ознакомившись с брошюркой, понимал, что книга стоящая, он возвращал брошюрку хранителю и запрашивал уже саму книгу, о которой имел теперь довольно полное представление.

Так как брошюрки прилагались к книгам и хранились вместе с ними, их стали со временем называть сокнижиями или colibris (колибрис). К середине 15 века практически все европейские библиотеки были укомплектованы колибрисами, и это слово стало синонимом маленькой лёгкой книжки. Однако с появлением книгопечатания стоимость книг существенно снизилась, они перестали быть уникальными и колибрисы в течение нескольких десятилетий вышли из употребления.


Рис. 1. Один из немногих сохранившихся колибрисов

Когда этот процесс подходил к концу, в Европе стало известно об открытых на американском континенте маленьких птичках, питающихся нектаром цветов, а вскоре одному из монархов была презентована и живая птица - пока безымянная. Монарх несколько минут удивлённо разглядывал живой подарок, а потом сказал лишь:
- Это не птица, это какой-то... колибрис!

С тех пор К. так и называлась, пока во время Реформации последняя буква "с" не была упразднена как римско-католический пережиток.

См. также ГОЛУБИЦА, КОМАРОВА БИБЛИОТЕКА, ЛАТИНСКАЯ АМЕРИКА, ПИНГВИН, СТРАУС


Apple Tree
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Like a boy from an old storybook
I get lost, and find myself
In solitude along a river shore.
The distant bank is steady,
straight, not a place I can go.
On my shore grows an apple tree.
I rough my way up top
And pluck an apple from its branch.
I feel sorry for the apple, yet
My belly makes strong protests
At this weird morality.
Below, solitude spins with shadows,
Wind-dancing apple branches
Tap at the old orchard trellis.
A far off farmhouse raises up west.
I jump down, trudge the way
Uphill to ask to phone back home.
The apple core lies in the orchard
Alone now, or with lingering shadows.

(no subject)
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the sun breaks apart like a pomegranate
leaves dance, stained brilliant red
a cold wind, a cold wind is blowing
and the moon is a frozen drop of milk

fade to blue, fade to blue and purple
the scent of leaves glitters on the ground
and the stars are rustling in the sky
I build a fire that crackles and crackles

roaring twisting heat to cold to heat
sweat erupts like ants across my skin
between the orange places and the hidden places
behind, beyond, above, beyond, beyond

no escaping being cold or being hot
in between's just here and there and here
everywhere is singing some foreign song
and I am listening

What I'd Expect
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You on the ground
You in the air
Eating those sounds
Plucking at life
Playing your lyre
I on the ground
Don't even care
Becoming
Dollarless, beautiful, fair
Literarily ordinary

But it seems [that] it's not
All that very
ordinary
All that it's not, it's not
What I'd expect
While appearing exactly, exactly, exactly
Like what I'd expect

Moving in and in and in
And out and out and astride
Making this and that plan
To plan to later set aside
And maybe take the reigns
Only to let go when you say so
To enjoy the moments I'm like I was
And uneasily happy
Uncomfortably content, alone

But it seems [that] it's not
All that very
ordinary
All that it's not, it's not
What I'd expect
While appearing exactly, exactly, exactly
Like what I'd expect

These dreams I'm dreaming
Aren't dreams, are they?
Pictures stream in
Currents sway
Their beginnings obscure
Their endings unsure
And the beating, the beating
An unheeded warning

But it seems [that] it's not
All that very
ordinary
All that it's not, it's not
What I'd expect
While appearing exactly, exactly, exactly
Like what I'd expect

You behind, you in front
Uncertain, uncertainly
You in the breaches
Silencing, silencing
The future unfurls
Minutely whorled
And I know what I know
And I say what I say
And we go and we go
Away

But it seems [that] it's not
All that very
ordinary
All that it's not, it's not
What I'd expect
While appearing exactly, exactly, exactly
Like what I'd expect

But it seems [that] it's not
All that very
ordinary
All that it's not, it's not
What I'd expect
While appearing exactly, exactly, exactly
Like what I'd expect

The Face (Rustle in the Wind)
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In the air, there is so much air -
A chasm, hollow, deep.
In the window is a window
Opened just a gap.

Tap a little, tap to feel
Disassociated
From my body, from my finger -
But I'm not better.

If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
Then you'd better go to sleep.
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
Then you'd better go to sleep.

Walking through the seamless void -
The void is filled with leaves -
Experience, a hollow ember,
Fully interpreted.

The spirit moves upon the face -
Rustle in the wind -
The deep is parted, the uncolored sky
Replying, "I am blue, unwound."

If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
Then you'd better go to sleep.
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
Then you'd better go to sleep.

Each step, a tremble, not in fear,
But awe encompasing
My own strange tumbling, to know
What I can't even doubt.

In the air, there is so much air,
A chasm, hollow, deep.
In the window is a window,
Opened just a gap.

If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
Then you'd better go to sleep.

If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -
If you want to wake up - tomorrow -

Two videos from the creator of Perry Bible Fellowship
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My brief return to LiveJournal is sponsored by unnoted changes to service terms and expiration dates, but also by the fact that this is my home and I ruv you all.

In other news, I am still in Ukraine, having survived the winter and now speaking much better Russian than I ever have any foreign language before. Also, meow.


Synth Test
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Just some audio doodling. Designed two synthetic sound patches and played around a bit. The ultimate goal is to produce some cool two minute looping tracks for my friend Robert’s game.


Two poems
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Heaving golden ground
sends up wind and radio
past trucks and endless roads.
They grind the wheat in rows.

I cannot weave. This long
straight way is all that runs
through FM seas of rock
and whistling breeze-bent stalks.

Details blur away
beneath the looming blue
of Canada – below
I race to somewhere over

our calm northern border.
Time grates stubborn on
and on along the grid
of roads that twist to meet

along a golden seam.
Down the route I spiral,
Each transformation
takes me to a similar tile.

The rearview mirror moans.
That same expanse of blue
and gold is looming back,
its certainty of stone.

* * *

Our sex is but a rack of gears and wheels.
Its motives lie beneath. The work conceals
The engines that parade the marionettes
That act out our charades, our tête-à-têtes.
Our gender costumes them in blue and pink
To make a war apparent, lest we think
Those strings above, that wood hinging below,
Is somehow the same stuff, though we should know:
Others’ desires are not distant things;
Their wishes tug against all the same strings.
But hawks who call for wars, who love this game,
Get lost so deep they think we aren’t the same.
And once addicted, given to their way,
Would keep souls separate to serve their play.


DentonWiki Has a Bright Future
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Those of you that have known me for a while, and especially those of you that went to my University, probably know something about DentonWiki. I had an idea that Denton should have its own wiki that everyone would know about and easily find that specialized in everything about Denton. I thought it would help current Dentonites find things to do, help new ones orient themselves, and allow everyone to share what they know.

I told lots of people about this idea. One of them, Ritch Ludlow, immediately agreed that it was an awesome idea and that he could help me out. Together, we cofounded and made the first version of DentonWiki, and within a couple of weeks we had built a pretty cool site – later I ran off to Ukraine, and Ritch has been leading the project ever since.

* * *

However, building a city wiki wasn’t a new idea (except for maybe the Denton part). A group of people in California, led by Philip Neustrom, has been working to make sites like this a reality for cities all over with what they call the LocalWiki Project. They even received funding from the Knight Foundation to help them start implementing their vision.

Well, something extremely exciting has been happening for DentonWiki. Under Ritch’s leadership, and because of the work we have already done on the site, Denton has become one of three major testing sites for the LocalWiki project’s new software. The sites are San Fransisco, Sydney, and Denton, TX. That’s right. Denton is a top choice next to Frisco and Sydney!

* * *

With that in mind, I’m inviting you guys to a virtual event on November 1st – the launch of the new and improved DentonWiki!

There is also a Facebook Event.

You don’t have to be in Denton to attend – just check out the new website on the 1st of November and, if you’re courageous, add or edit something.

I think DentonWiki is awesome and makes Denton better. I hope you all agree!


Some Recipes for Cooler Weather
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Ukrainian Red Borshch:

Borshch is a dish that comes from Ukraine originally, but is now eaten all over eastern and central Europe. There are several kinds of borshch, but red borshch is the classic. People here make very large pots of it and reheat it to eat over two or three days. Like many other soups and stews, it tastes better reheated the second day.

Begin by bringing a large pot of water to a boil. Add a small amount of salt and cut up pieces of pork or beef, preferably with bones. If using dried beans, add a large handful as well. Allow to simmer for a couple of hours to make a broth and soften the beans. Remove the meat and separate the meat from the bones, reserving the meat. If using, add cleaned and chopped potatoes to the pot and continue to simmer. In a separate pan, sauté white or yellow onions to clarify. Add a grated carrot to this, stir, and continue to cook. Clean and peel a large beet, grate it, and add it to the mixture. (Optionally, dice a sweet red pepper and add.) Add bay leaf, minced or crushed garlic, salt, and black pepper, continuing to stir. Lastly, add a few heaping spoonfuls of tomato paste and allow it to fry with the mixture. Add this mixture to the soup pot along with the reserved meat, and allow to simmer another 15 minutes. Finely slice some white cabbage, add to the soup pot, and allow to simmer until tender (this will vary with the age of the cabbage), and then turn off the heat. Allow at least another 20 minutes for the flavors to meld. Serve hot with finely chopped parsley and dill, and optionally a dollop of sour cream. Bread should be provided – it is traditionally served with soft yeast rolls freshly topped with oil and crushed garlic, or may be served with dark baked bread.

[Note: A vegetarian version is also quite tasty and may be prepared more quickly. To speed up the process further, use canned beans instead of dried ones.]

Russian/Ukrainian Golubtsy:

Golubtsy (pronounced gha-loop-TSII) are traditional eastern European cabbage rolls. They are pretty easy to make, and the recipe can be varied to desire. A popular variation doesn’t use cabbage but medium sized sweet peppers instead – I made it this way and really liked it.

Create a stuffing of rice or buckweat, onions, grated carrot, and a little ground meat and/or mushrooms. Wrap cabbage leaves or fill the peppers with the mixture. Simmer covered in a thin tomato based sauce, possibly tomato juice thinned with stock and seasoned with black pepper, serve with a grain and/or baked bread. As options, consider seasoning the filling with herbs and the sauce with bay leaf and allspice.

Quince Kompot:

Kompot is an eastern European drink that pre-dates the French desert called compote by several hundred years. It is simply seasonal fruits cleaned, chopped, and boiled in water, possibly with a little honey or sugar to taste, then chilled before drinking. In Ukraine it remains a popular home-made drink, and may be canned in large jars for consumption in winter months. This is my version of the drink for winter.

Acquire a few quinces [or pears, or apples, or some combination of these], clean, peel and chop them, taking care to remove the fibrous core. Bring a pot of water to a boil and add the quince pieces – the water should be the majority, maybe twice or three times covering the quince. Lower to a simmer and add a slice of lemon, cardamom pods (broken open to expose the seeds), a stick of cinnamon, and sugar or honey to taste. Allow to simmer until the quince pieces are easily pierced with a fork. Turn of the heat, cool, and then refrigerate. Serve as a drink with a few pieces of the quince and a spoon to eat the pieces.

[Note: Kompot works well with flavorful fruits that may not be convenient to eat raw, like most quinces and some varieties of pears. In other seasons it may be made with wild plums and berries or other seasonal fruits that yield in quantity.]

Mexican hot chocolate:

Not Ukrainian, but sometimes on a chilly or rainy day you just need hot chocolate. My Ukrainian friends were surprised and delighted by the Mexican spin on the drink.

On a stovetop heat milk without bringing to a boil. Add sugar to taste, a pinch of salt, vanilla extract, some ground cinnamon, and a generous pinch of cayenne pepper. Whisk in cocoa powder by spoonfuls until it has become appropriately chocolate-y. Serve hot in mugs.


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