Posts in the category “quotations”
Actual correction from last week’s San Francisco Chronicle: “A story about mathematical references mistakenly said that 1,782 to the 12th power plus 1,841 to the 12th power equals 1,922 to the 12th power. Actually, 1,782 to the 12th power plus 1,841 to the 12th power equals 2,541,210,258,614, 589,176,288,669,958,142,428,526,657 while 1,922 to the 12th power equals 2,541,210,259,314,801,410,819,278,649,643,651,567,616.”
from Tuesday Morning Quarterback
Life After Darth
On how to tell a story
Latin for Everyone
I think I’m going to have to add some of these to my email sig. Catapultam habeo. Nisi pecuniam omnem mihi dabis, ad caput tuum saxum immane mittam! Because, you know, interdum feror cupidine partium magnarum Europe vincendarum.
Banana Care
File this under “Things I Can’t Remember How I Learned but Have Often Been Handy to Know”: Bananas like the weather At the tropical equator So never ever put one In the refrigerator.
Veni, Vidi, Vici
explorant adversa viros — “When the going gets tough, the tough get going.” Literally it means, “misfortunes put men to the test.” from Veni, Vidi, Vici: Conquer Your Enemies, Impress Your Friends with Everyday Latin, by Eugene Ehlrich
The “plural apostrophe” (e.g. no dog’s allowed, sofa’s for sale, UGH) is running rampant these days, and it’s not just my imagination. It’s so wrong that I can’t even begin to fathom how anyone could make such a mistake. I hate it when people dismiss it with, “Oh, not everyone’s a grammar freak.”
Grammar? You think it’s an issue of grammar? I hate to break it to you, but if you can’t spell “dogs,” you’re illiterate.
via strange brew
Big Boobs and a Liquor Store
Best thing I’ve read that someone else blogged because they read it in another blog’s comments in a long time: “Call me enlightened but I don’t care what a woman looks like as long as she has big boobs and owns a liquor store.“
Red Sox 4, Mariners 1
May 18
John Lennon’s Revolution 9 — the tuneless dirge that drones “Number nine, number nine” — should have been blaring in the visitors’ clubhouse before last Saturday’s game at Fenway Park. The Mariners were facing Pedro Martinez, who in nine career games against them was 9-0 with an 0.91 ERA. Could they break their streak of futility? Pedro quickly made the answer clear: nein. In the first inning he struck out the side on nine pitches, a feat rarer than a no-hitter. Martinez became just the 35th pitcher in major league history to do it.
By the end of the day Martinez had thrown 99 pitches (73 for strikes) and struck out nine…
from the May 27, 2002 issue of Sports Illustrated
Build Cathedral
I forgot that the reason you get “paid” to do “jobs” is because it’s not something you’d leap up out of bed in the morning raring to do, without the carrot of filthy lucre leading you on … “Real work” for me is something you just do as a consequence of being who you are