This has not much to do with semicolons, lectures or what not, but I thought I'd post a public service notice, knowing the hits this blogs gets and the dog-lovers there are here.
On the blog http://sologamer.blogspot.com the blogger Friendless has posted about a puppy Eva he has found, microchipped etc (photo provided) who seems to have lost its owner and he can't locate it, not for lack of trying. He's in Brisbane. He can't keep the puppy. Is anyone a) A Queenslander interested in adopting a puppy? b) Know anyone interested in adopting a puppy? c) Know some more ways he might consider contacting the owner? He has listed the methods he tried on his post - it's dated 29 July 2007.
If you do perhaps you could post on his blog a note.
Alternatively, you could tape your future perorations for your students and send it through to my place of work, where we would officiously rattle away at the keyboard until we had it in textual form.
Be sure to slip in a couple of abstruse professorial terms like 'Trochaic', 'longeurs' and 'feueilletons': make sure we earn our crusts. We get interesting transcripts so infrequently that we'd be sure to take special care of yours.
This also has little to do with semicolons (although surely you can deliver some lectures off the cuff? Involve bagpipes? Dancing? Declare that the real world is an illusion and that as such they should all be out IN it, sitting in the sunshine, noting how illusory it is, and proceed to lead by example?)
BUT- I'm applying for a writing job at a magazine-publishing firm, and was wondering how you'd feel about being a referee (sans whistle, regrettably). Please contact me via the Vox blog (there's a handy little email option on the left side) with questions, or even an Amy-Winehouse-like No, No, No, which I would completely understand.
Christ, that's enough being grown up for one day, think I'll go made mud pies.
On Gin-Gin Woolf and the semi-colon: "Heaven only knows why she loves it so, how she sees it so, making it up, building it round her, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life."
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At work I've lost the will to live. Drawing shitty little pictures helps.
This has not much to do with semicolons, lectures or what not, but I thought I'd post a public service notice, knowing the hits this blogs gets and the dog-lovers there are here.
On the blog http://sologamer.blogspot.com the blogger Friendless has posted about a puppy Eva he has found, microchipped etc (photo provided) who seems to have lost its owner and he can't locate it, not for lack of trying. He's in Brisbane. He can't keep the puppy. Is anyone a) A Queenslander interested in adopting a puppy? b) Know anyone interested in adopting a puppy? c) Know some more ways he might consider contacting the owner? He has listed the methods he tried on his post - it's dated 29 July 2007.
If you do perhaps you could post on his blog a note.
Thought I might spread the word around for him,
Maria
You'd make an excellent transcriber for Borges. He loves his semicolons.
Alternatively, you could tape your future perorations for your students and send it through to my place of work, where we would officiously rattle away at the keyboard until we had it in textual form.
Be sure to slip in a couple of abstruse professorial terms like 'Trochaic', 'longeurs' and 'feueilletons': make sure we earn our crusts. We get interesting transcripts so infrequently that we'd be sure to take special care of yours.
This just means more winks and fewer smiley faces.
And possibly none with noses or mouths.
This also has little to do with semicolons (although surely you can deliver some lectures off the cuff? Involve bagpipes? Dancing? Declare that the real world is an illusion and that as such they should all be out IN it, sitting in the sunshine, noting how illusory it is, and proceed to lead by example?)
BUT- I'm applying for a writing job at a magazine-publishing firm, and was wondering how you'd feel about being a referee (sans whistle, regrettably). Please contact me via the Vox blog (there's a handy little email option on the left side) with questions, or even an Amy-Winehouse-like No, No, No, which I would completely understand.
Christ, that's enough being grown up for one day, think I'll go made mud pies.
On Gin-Gin Woolf and the semi-colon:
"Heaven only knows why she loves it so, how she sees it so, making it up, building it round her, tumbling it, creating it every moment afresh; but the veriest frumps, the most dejected of miseries sitting on doorsteps (drink their downfall) do the same; can’t be dealt with, she felt positive, by Acts of Parliament for that very reason: they love life."
Yes, a puppy would be lovely.
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