…that the Vedic Mathematics genre was revived after Hindu Shankaracharya Jagadguru Swami Sri Bharati Krishna Tirthaji Maharaja rediscovered it in the form of sixteen sutras?
No? Neither did I.
What’s this got to do with the price of fish? Nothing really, it’s just a random bit of information I spotted on the Wikipedia homepage whilst sitting here supposedly working on the next episode of Samuel’s Persiflage. Unfortunately, despite my efforts, I’m just not in the mood to produce the remaining half an episode, or record it. I have noticed a considerable calming down of myself in the last 24 hours as the pseudoephedrine treatment prescribed by my doctor has run out, I am also tired due to erratic sleep over the last few days courtesy of illness and medicine.
I had a heap of things to do today, but not the energy to do them…I think right now I’ll have a coffee, have a shower and see about going to bed. Looks like we’ll all be waiting an extra 24 hours for Samuel’s Persiflage #11.
I have at least two articles that I need to write for tomorrow, I suppose I could get up really early in the morning. At least then I might feel awake, something I’ve been lacking since I finally got to sleep at 6:30am today…perhaps I shouldn’t have slept, I didn’t feel tired…then again, perhaps I should just stop typing before this turns into the ramblings of a sleep-deprived person…hmmm, too late I think.
Uh oh…I just got the urge to write and schedule a post about a dream I had a few nights ago.
This week the award goes to Harry Rodger Webb, better known as Sir Cliff Richard, and the feature song is “Mistletoe and Wine”
The child is a king, the carollers sing,
The old has passed, theres a new beginning.
Dreams of santa, dreams of snow,
Fingers numb, faces aglow.
It’s Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
A time for living, a time for believing
A time for trusting, not deceiving,
Love and laughter and joy ever after,
Ours for the taking, just follow the master.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
(Silent night, holy night)
It’s a time for giving, a time for getting,
A time for forgiving and for forgetting.
Christmas is love, Christmas is peace,
A time for hating and fighting to cease.
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
(Silent night, holy night)
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
(Christmas time)
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
Christmas time, mistletoe and wine
(Silent night, holy night)
Children singing Christian rhyme
With logs on the fire and gifts on the tree
A time to rejoice in the good that we see
It’s been a while since I had enough material for a post about the strange things people write about me.
Last week I wrote an email to Stuart Bocking explaining various aspects of my health, this was a follow-up to a phone call I made to Stuart the morning before when I couldn’t sleep (I can’t remember most of that call now).
The banned former contributors to this site who inhabit BrownNoiseUnit decided to expand on that email, making extensive use of their perverted imaginations along the way.
Stuart, I love you in a more-than-a-friend way. I want to tell you things I tell no one else. I want to fall asleep on your shoulder, take long walks in the rain, and gaze deeply into your eyes over the rim of my Nescafe Kenjaro cup. Oh Stuart, how I long to show the sights, sounds and smells of Kairnbra! Coffee at Civic, a croquet at Kingsley’s Chicken, a stroll in the late afternoon past a construction site! Just you, Nattie, a radio, the camera and me.
Stuart, I think of you all the time. Even when I am not listening to your breakfast shift, your voice is forever in my head. Sometimes I just lie on my bed, close my eyes and let the memory of your voice take hold of my whole being.
I have to go now, Stuart. I will call you as soon as I get off work. If I don’t get through I’ll send a text, and if you don’t have your phone on you I’ll email. What’s your home number again?
Anyway, if for some silly odd reason we don’t link up, I’ll be in the cafe across the road from where you work. I’m the one with the binoculars and the anorak!
I yearn for you tragically. Have a great weekend! I’ll be listening (and watching!)
Regards,
Samuel Gordon-Stewart
Kairnbra
Admittedly I find the whole thing quite amusing (and a tad disturbing), but, if I was a deranged lunatic, it might be something I would write…I think the only reply I would ever get would be the police charging me with stalking or harrassment, and a court order banning me from going anywhere near a radio station, or making any contact with anyone who works in radio…there might even be a clause banning me listening to the radio.
The blatently obvious bottom line though is that Stuart hosts a show on 2UE, I along with many other people contribute to that show as a caller and an emailer, yes I would like to meet Stuart one day, I gather that the feeling is mutual as he invited me to his Christmas function (an invitation I had to turn down due to work commitments), but it doesn’t go any further than a penpal type friendship.
I accept that some people try to stereotype me as a stalker, but that notion is so far from the truth that it is amusing.
Moving on, and someone who I probably went to school with sent this email via the contact form (with a fake email address too)
From……: the ginger bread man
Email…..: gingerpubes@samuelgordonstewart.com
Url…….:
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Subject…: u dont kno me sammy but i kno u
………………………………………………….
ive been watching u for a long time sammy, and the time has come for the rape and pillage of “bagland” i plan to conquer this wonderful land and keep it for myself.
I can think of a few people who this could be, thankfully most of them matured beyond that point by the end of year 8, obviously some didn’t.
For the record, it was “Bag”, not “Bagland”, and at varying stages there was also “Locker”, “Desk”, “Pencil Case”, “Rabbit Land”, “Dog Land” and “Samuel Land”. And seeing as the world hasn’t changed for “the ginger bread man” in at least the last six years, and probably more, Pencil Case contains a rather large army led by the fearless Commander Ruler, and will be backed up by The Book Of Wisdom (aka a dictionary which makes a good projectile).
Ah memories, thanks for the walk down memory lane, ginger bread man.
Update 4:35PM 17/Dec/2006: I think this effort from Chuck A. Spear is worth a mention.
Good Morning The Beige Baron
Submitted by Chuck A. Spear on December 16, 2006 – 2:15am.
Good Morning The Beige Baron err The Beige Lunatic.
Since you have the flu, how are the aches, pains, and general zombieish feelings? I have been mixing my medicine with coffee. If I whinge this much at 19, what will I be like at 69?
Always and forever
SGS
Reminds me a little bit of a Beatles song:
Will you still need me, will you still feed me, when I’m 64?