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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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Our ancestors in the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries tended not to have televisions in their homes largely because they all got fed up waiting for broadcasting to be invented, so they had to make other arrangements for the rotting of their brains.
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I don't know if you have noticed, but there is an interesting tendency in the human mind to say "What if: what would it be like were things different?" Now this (in spite of the varied claims of laughter, bi-pedalism (and lack of feathers) and all those other things that recent animal studies show that we merely do too!) this may well turn out to be the one defining characteristic of humanity.
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I'm sorry, but I'm beginning to suspect that you just don't care about your mother! I mean, what have you got planned for tomorrow? Do you have your Simnel cakes all baked and ready? Are you bouncing around with excitement over the prospect of a day spent going a-Mothering? Have you got the faintest idea what I am talking about?
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I have this vast project at work, writing loadsa C++ code that has to interface with some of the handiwork of Mr Bill's minions: Intersuck Exploiter (as we have been calling it of late).
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So here we are at the close of the day again and I seem to have ended up with one son who looks a lot like a blond Bob Marley and another who looks almost exactly like a dark-haired Hayley Mills.
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One of the great pleasures in life for Europeans in general and, of course, for Englishmen in particular is that feeling of cultural and intellectual superiority we get when talking to Americans.
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Do you know, in one of my beginning Japanese text books (you do know that I've been learning Japanese don't you? Anyway) there is the following little exchange:
"Ja banana ga arimasen ka?"
"Hai arimasen."
In the last month or so these apparently innocuous, even funny words have taken on a dire aura of prophecy (or maybe that should be an aura of dire prophecy, one or the other).
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Do you remember that famous scene at the end of "Planet of the Apes" when the Charlton Heston character finally realises that he is not in some far, alien planet but (gasp!) really on Earth when he sees a large chunk of pretty-well intact Statue of Liberty thrusting out of the sand?
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This essay is entitled 'Foffif' and before I essay it, I probably ought to explain why. You see when I was little we had a 1785 (at least I THINK it was 1785---my parents still have it so I can't check the date just now, anyway it was an early) edition of Chambers' Cyclopedia.
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Do you know, the other day someone actually said to me "Ahh! It's always darkest before the dawn"? To me of all people! Now there was a mistake, and they very soon regretted it.
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