I think we’re on to something here. On such a beautiful day, what could be better than sitting under an umbrella with a cold drink and a savoury snack, while enjoying these all-too-temporary reflections in your very-own and very-transitory neighbourhood oasis? Sic transit gloria mundi, and all that.
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Video of the Week: “It was an ambush!”
Leeloo whups a bunch of armed and nasty aliens, unarmed and all by her own self.
The quote is at timestamp 1:43.
Poetry of the Week
On Tender Hooks
- by Brian BilstonLet me cut to the cheese:
every time you open your mouth,
I’m on tender hooks.You charge at the English language
like a bowl in a china shop.
Please nip it in the butt.On the spurt of the moment,
the phrases tumble out.
It’s time you gave up the goat.Curve your enthusiasm.
Don’t give them free range.
The chickens will come home to roast.Now you are in high dungeon.
You think me a damp squid:
on your phrases I shouldn’t impose.But they spread like wildflowers
in a doggy-dog world,
and your spear of influence grows.Posted: 2025 Apr 20
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Looks like this one is receding faster than the first.
But I think you still have time to enjoy your drink and snack
Jim R – That transient nature is part of the charm — or will be, once we get our marketing campaign going!
I like your Mid-day at the Oasis even better because it feeds my theory that these pop-up pools are too lovely to drain away.
Your link in the sidebar to the Monopoly Maps of WW II story is appreciated. I have heard personal stories from a Belgian man who made multiple escapes during WW II. I had no idea how many more people had such stories to tell. This one adds another fascinating angle to my mysterious “fake” Dutch master oil painting that hides code messages and perhaps a great deal more. A surprising number of people continue to study cyphers and codes. The point it makes about printing on silk fits precisely into my “reading” of how the codes in the painting were made, fastened to the canvas, and painted over in paint that would be transparent to ultraviolet light and, perhaps, to x-rays. Many other visual tricks are employed in it. But the overall purpose remains a mystery.
Laurna – They do seem like under-used resources. As for the stories about codes and such during war time, I find them inspiring (I admire the ingenuity) but also sort of awful – the “being necessary” part.