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Thoughts from Farthing Party
Miscellaneous thoughts from Farthing Party (which was wonderful, as usual)...
A ukulele is just like a guitar... if you're missing two fingers.
A dyskulele would be kind of the opposite of a ukulele — it would look and sound terrible. (Ukukeke haters need not comment here. As with any other instrument, it may be played well or badly.)
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elisem... is it "lurèd"? Or "lurid"?
This afternoon, while I was walking down a sidewalk in Montreal with a couple of others, an unkempt guy accosted us, asking for money. We told him "no, sorry"; he kept talking at us. We told him "no"; he pulled up his shirt to show us a (nasty) vertical scar on his abdomen (he used to have a Trill?). We told him "No!" and walked away. A few minutes later, as we walked back along that street, he accosted us again. We told him "no", he kept talking at us; we told him "NO!" and he reached for his shirt. At that point, I turned my back on him and pulled up my shirt and said "Moi aussi." I think it's the first time I've ever shown my scar with intent, so to speak. (See also: Miles Vorkosigan in Memory.)
A ukulele is just like a guitar... if you're missing two fingers.
A dyskulele would be kind of the opposite of a ukulele — it would look and sound terrible. (Ukukeke haters need not comment here. As with any other instrument, it may be played well or badly.)
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elisem... is it "lurèd"? Or "lurid"?This afternoon, while I was walking down a sidewalk in Montreal with a couple of others, an unkempt guy accosted us, asking for money. We told him "no, sorry"; he kept talking at us. We told him "no"; he pulled up his shirt to show us a (nasty) vertical scar on his abdomen (he used to have a Trill?). We told him "No!" and walked away. A few minutes later, as we walked back along that street, he accosted us again. We told him "no", he kept talking at us; we told him "NO!" and he reached for his shirt. At that point, I turned my back on him and pulled up my shirt and said "Moi aussi." I think it's the first time I've ever shown my scar with intent, so to speak. (See also: Miles Vorkosigan in Memory.)