Oysters on the half shell Hard to know, without a touch of forensic microbiology. But yeah, I’m pretty confident that I’ve been there, more than once. The oyster event was pretty tragic, projectile emissions from both ends in the presence of someone I’d only recently got to know. She was wonderful about the whole episode. T...

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My friend the vombatovore and I have an ongoing thing about how utterly useless most (all?) netbooks are for people who touch type. Maybe people with long, slender digits are OK with small keyboards, but I’m not, and neither is he. In fact, I donÆt really need the screen, except for reviewing. But I...

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A stopwatch in the red light of a black and white darkroom It’s all about definitions, this thing. What is an “art”? I taught myself to take, develop and print monochrome photographs. Not entirely by trial and error -- some books were involved -- but there was no human in there telling me what to do. At least, not until I’d taught myself enough to know how...

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Grande Arche in La Défense, Paris Well, duh! Many a time and oft. But this does raise the issue of parochiality on the interwebs. Many items on the original TID list would seem remarkable only to a Murcan, and despite the clearly global nature of the net, many users thereof (and not only Murcans) seem to have no ability to use it t...

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A tiny green praying mantis held in someone's hand They weren’t this tiny. And yes, that’s a plural. They used to be quite common where I lived, and crazes waved through the school periodically. Same for silkworms. And, in later life, stick insects. Parents desperate to place some of their kids’ babies with a new and loving home. Cleaning out the t...

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