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13499. Macnas - 1/24/2005 10:31:55 AM Ah now Pelle, I'm sure it's just a few rough edges being smoothed by Woden, that's all.
I myself, for example, in the years before I was married, never used cutlery, had a deep distrust of shampoo, and was not aware that meat did not have to be still kicking and trying to get away while I was eating it. 13500. Macnas - 1/24/2005 10:33:24 AM And now after many years of re-education, why, I think shampoo is just fine. 13501. alistairconnor - 1/24/2005 11:04:42 AM But that's modern Ireland... from late Neolithic to the seven-euro latté in less than a generation. 13502. Macnas - 1/24/2005 11:48:13 AM Fair point. We should have kept some vestiges of our stoneage past, kind of like the way the NZ'landers held on to some of the more amorous aspects of sheep herding... 13503. Magoseph - 1/24/2005 5:02:49 PM We had a pleasant surprise yesterday, which was totally unexpected. We were faced with over one foot of snow in our front yard that blocked out access to the street. Our regular snowplow man had disappeared and we were concerned because it was just too much snow to tackle with a shovel.
We were watching TV when my husband exclaimed to me, “What’s that tremendous noise outside? It sounds like it’s in our driveway.” At this moment, the phone rang and I found my oldest son on the line. We thought he was in Chicago. He asked me to look outside and, lo and behold, there he was, his snowplow running at full power in the driveway. He had come prematurely to get rid of the two feet that accumulated at his house on Lake Michigan and after taken care of that, he drove the thirty miles to our place to rescue the old folks.
13504. PsychProf - 1/24/2005 5:05:27 PM Mags...a fine act of kindness. 13505. Magoseph - 1/24/2005 5:17:55 PM It was, Prof, because he assumed that our regular snowplow man wouldn’t show up and he knew that we would tell him, as usual, that we are just fine and not to worry about us.
13506. Dubai Vol - 1/24/2005 8:13:32 PM My wife just told me this story, related to her by a co-worker:
In the Sudan, she sent the housemaid to the market to buy a chicken for dinner, told her to pluck it and put it in the refrigerator. Comes home to find a live, naked chicken shivering in the fridge. She forgot to tell the housemaid to kill it!
Ahh, cultural differences....
13507. PelleNilsson - 1/24/2005 10:55:33 PM I don't belive that story. Nobody would pluck a live chicken. 13508. Ms. No - 1/25/2005 12:46:09 AM Out to dinner last night with a friend and the party next to us was celebrating a birthday. The waiters came over and sang Happy Birthday and then the party at the table sang what I assume was a birthday song in a language I didn't recognize and now can't remember even the sound of to spell it out phonetically. (which I can't spell)
The refrain was "Hu-rah! Hu-rah! Hu-rah!" however and I got the impression that it might have been a Scandinavian language.
Does this ring any bells with anyone? 13509. Max Macks - 1/25/2005 1:36:36 AM Ms. NO
maybe they were all drunk and it was just
English they were singing ??LOL 13510. Ms. No - 1/25/2005 1:38:33 AM hahaha, no, they were quite a peaceful and well-behaved family group celebrating a grandmother or mother's birthday.
I was most impressed because at a table with some 10-11 people at it, everyone sang on key. 13511. Max Macks - 1/25/2005 1:47:03 AM Ms. No.
I dont know where you live...
but in the
Bay Area the English language is only one of
dozens that you hear on the streets. 13512. Ms. No - 1/25/2005 1:49:21 AM I'm in Los Angeles so we get a pretty good variety here as well. 13513. PelleNilsson - 1/25/2005 8:07:37 AM They were probably Swedish. 13514. Magoseph - 1/25/2005 5:13:50 PM Hi, Mac, thank you for the Audubon link in The Good Life--I find the following particularly interesting.
Audubon was born in Santo Domingo (now Haiti), the illegitimate son of a French sea captain and plantation owner and his French mistress. Early on, he was raised by his stepmother, Mrs. Audubon, in Nantes, France, and took a lively interest in birds, nature, drawing, and music. In 1803, at the age of 18, he was sent to America, in part to escape conscription into the Emperor Napoleon’s army. He lived on the family-owned estate at Mill Grove, near Philadelphia, where he hunted, studied and drew birds, and met his wife, Lucy Bakewell. While there, he conducted the first known bird-banding experiment in North America, tying strings around the legs of Eastern Phoebes; he learned that the birds returned to the very same nesting sites each year. 13515. Ms. No - 1/25/2005 6:31:10 PM Pelle,
That was my first thought, but I'm not familiar enough with the sound of the language to have known for sure. They looked Swedish --- which sounds kind of dumb except that there really is a Swedish look and I never would have thought so a few years ago. 13516. alistairconnor - 1/25/2005 6:33:52 PM Nice, friendly-looking people who can sing in tune, a song with gibberish lyrics and a completely inane chorus...
Obviously they were Swedish. They were Abba. 13517. robertjayb - 1/25/2005 6:51:13 PM hah! 13518. Ms. No - 1/25/2005 7:29:49 PM snerk!
Oh, Connor, you're wicked funny!
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