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Here is a Sup—I mean repository of the texts of my together with some readings of them. The essays were broadcast by WXXI 91.5 Classical of Rochester, NY on Salmagundy each Saturday at 9:35am Eastern Time, from the beginning of time (1985) till May 2009 when Entropa (evil Goddess of Change-for-the-Worse-or-Possibly-the-Worst) troubled the minds of the WXXIites and they retired Simon and Salmagundy, and Rochester went into a terminal decline---for ever.
I continued on that brilliant bastion of all that's good and kultured, WCLV's syndicated Weekend Radio on many (mainly NPRish) stations traditionally on the first and third weekends of the month, though weekendage varied, till the horror crept ever onward and that too was devoured (in August 2023, a date which will live in infamy or at lease mild irritation)... and only I remain, defiant though wimpering.
Richard Howland-Bolton
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Well I've just realised that it's certainly a bloody vicious, evil old world---or at least an immature, silly and thoughtless one. You see my web site (you do know I have a web site: the final resting place for my dead essays?) my web site has been hacked for about the fifth time, mainly in the last couple of weeks, apparently by people from Turkey, or (with my new plummeting opinion of humanity in mind) perhaps they are people pretending for some unfathomable, but essentially evil reason, to be people from Turkey---or maybe they are just turkeys pretending to be people.
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Last time I was going on at some length about the wonderful English pint (particularly the English pint of beer) and how much it was superior to the boring, stunted and pedestrian American pint, and now two (count em--TWO!!) people have proven that I not only have hearers but actual listeners! Who pay attention!!!
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Well I am absolutely wetlanded with work at the moment (...and I have to say that because I do so want to be seen as PC and I'm becoming so environmentally sensitive nowadays that I now consider the word "swamp" to be awfully disparaging and quite taboo, and so from now on I am only ever going to say things like "with this new project on top of everything else I'm absolutely wetlanded with work!") where was I? Oh! Yes! Busy.
What is is that they say? "When you're up to your ass in alligators you forget that your original purpose was to ruin the Wetlands and cause all sorts of environmental problems for future generations." Though, now I come to think of it, what a member of the species Equus asinus would be doing in a swamp is anyone's guess! So I might have got that saying wrong.
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I have this thing about the signage used over here, and have commented on examples of signs that I've seen and that have struck me significant many a time. In fact my very first broadcast essay was about American signs---and before you get all excited; let me quash any forming, vague hope that any return to my beginnings might signal an end.
This won't be my last piece... well unless...
... well you know,
... just unless!
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"Look!"
"Up in the sky!"
"It's a plainsong"
"It's a pirate"
"It's a birdsong"
"It's a monk"
"No! It's St Godric! ...
Out of the dim and distant past he comes bringing freedom, justice and the Mediæval Way of Music!
"Able to leap tall hermitages at a single bound, more powerful than a raging King Henry II, and faster than a speeding Knarr (a type of broad beamed boat of the early Middle Ages)!
"A stirring cry of 'Kirieleison, Oh Ar Me 'earties!' brings to the airwaves once again that famous pirate who made good ...and became a hermit"
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Even though the internet is a non-place and moreover a non-place scattered all over the actual place, it is such a wonderful non-place for bringing disparate things together and for joining questions to answers, especially if you already know the answer but aren't too sure of the question, And so it was that the other day, as my fingers wandered idly over my noisy computer's keys, I was moved to wonder about the US Census Bureau's site where I was suddenly and surprisingly acquainted with the average, or rather the arithmetic mean, of household incomes for the United States.
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This just in from the News Department:
Genetic Engineering has almost perfected the piranha bunny: and while this is potentially a frightening concept, as they are both prolific and voracious; scientists have yet to overcome their tendency to suffocate both on the land and in the water, so we have nothing much to fear.
Yet.
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Oh! The amazing power of the media...
Blaah! Let's not have any of this false modesty, I of course mean 'Oh! the amazing power of the me! Me!! ...and we can forget that superfluous "-dia"!
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This won't have a happy ending. It is, indeed, unendingly unhappy, and I don't just mean the essay.
You see...
You see...
You see I've just realised the woeful extent to which Spite is really, really, underrated as a driving force in society.
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I was having breakfast in Einstein Bros. bagel thingy the other day with Melanie when we got to talking of how things were when we were young; how they were:
a) better for kids and
b) safer and
c) well...
really not THAT much safer once we had considered; but that the dangers then were much more self-inflicted. And so she told me how she had quite willfully broken her arm on a disused swing set, and how it had taken her at least three tries to do it.
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