Someone should hit up Don McGlashan about a fundraising single of "There Is No Disruption In New Brighton"
The lyrics just write themselves!
There is no disruption in New Brighton
There are no cracks in our floors...
I was being somewhat flippant. The difference is that prof is highly variable ranging from revered academic to bureaucratic flunky, by contrast Dr is theoretically a bit more standardised. In practice though Dr is highly variable too with value depending very much on the granting university.
Or we could learn from the Germans and, instead of solely using the 'highest' honorific, concatenate them, and have Professor Mister Doctor Easther.
I'm reading City of Falling Angels by John Berendt, its quite fascinating, the tale of the Fenice Opera House in Venice and its death by fire and resurrection. Its striking chords with me as I was in Venice last year, and am yearning to visit again, for longer.
May he wither and die, and his corpse fertilize the brilliant brain it is now plaguing.
My cousin had her unwanted hitchhiker removed this week. A golf-ball sized lump inside the back of her skull slowly putting the squeeze on her foramen magnum. Its now safely removed, and her limp and grip weakness disappeared overnight, along with her tendency to lose words. She's rapt with the result, and gets to take the interloper home in a jar. She's torn between displaying it on the mantel as a warning to future growths, or planting it under something in the yard so it can aid some positive growth itself.
In summary - Die, Adric, Die!
Puffed up little shits
Glove-puppets of Cameron Slater
Wow, I'm gobsmacked! http://www.stuff.co.nz/national/63934551/Pastor-told-gay-Christian-Go-kill-yourself
Signed by Lange?
It’s a great wee spot with a cool playground for the little monkey – shame about the nose-curling funk that comes out of the stormwater/sewage vent right in the middle of it.
They say you can tell the human body was designed by a Council planning committee, because of the sewage line running through the recreation area.
it would have been a nice touch if the epic patience of my junior whānau support had been acknowledged.
If I was the youngster in tow, I would have been mightily disappointed at the lack of leopards in the whole process. I mean, its right there in the title...
“The personal, as everyone’s so fucking fond of saying, is political. So if some idiot politician, some power player, tries to execute policies that harm you or those you care about, take it personally. Get angry. The Machinery of Justice will not serve you here – it is slow and cold, and it is theirs, hardware and soft-. Only the little people suffer at the hands of Justice; the creatures of power slide from under it with a wink and a grin. If you want justice, you will have to claw it from them. Make it personal. Do as much damage as you can. Get your message across. That way, you stand a better chance of being taken seriously next time. Of being considered dangerous. And make no mistake about this: being taken seriously, being considered dangerous marks the difference - the only difference in their eyes - between players and little people. Players they will make deals with. Little people they liquidate. And time and again they cream your liquidation, your displacement, your torture and brutal execution with the ultimate insult that it’s just business, it’s politics, it’s the way of the world, it’s a tough life and that it’s nothing personal. Well, fuck them. Make it personal.”
― Richard K. Morgan, Altered Carbon