Archive for June, 2010
Jenkintown Drama, 100 years ago
Posted by Grg in Grg's Reference, Rant/Rave, Tales from Stinkbug Manor on Wednesday, June 30, 2010
Senator’s Daughter Found – Mrs. Hallowell Irwin, daughter of the late Senator Thomas B. Harper, who mysteriously disappeared from her home in Jenkintown, several weeks ago, was found in a hotel in New York and brought back to home at Jenkintown on Saturday. Although no reason is ascribed for Mrs. Irwin’s absence, which kept her relatives worried for some time, it is believed that she became despondent immediately after her father’s death and wandered away.
Two sentences, but a whole world of mystery.
Also, unrelated but in the same article:
Boy Dies of Lockjaw – Valek Dranaka, aged 17 years, of Bridgeport, died on Saturday in the Norristown Hospital of lockjaw, which developed from blood poisoning, following a wound on the leg near the ankle, the result of having been struck with the iron point of a bobbin while at work in Loes’ mill, Bridgeport.
Just a reminder that life was harder, death more frequent. This young boy, who should have been in high school, but was working in a mill, killed because his nicked ankle became infected. Think about that the next time you hear someone cranking on about modern medicine.
Handwriting recognition on the iPad
Posted by Grg in Grg's Reference, Rant/Rave, Uninformed Critic on Monday, June 21, 2010
…and when I get one, it’ll have this:
Hokey smokes!
Puppies of Jenkintown, puppies both real and terra cotta
Posted by Grg in Tales from Stinkbug Manor on Monday, June 21, 2010
Don’t be fooled by the enormous golden retriever, Abby, here. She’s not just a sleepy older pooch on the, erm, husky side.
She’s like a trapdoor spider, waiting for two year-olds to lick. I believe her tongue was big enough to get all the spaghetti sauce off Ben’s face in one go. You see, there’s a reason we do this after dinner.
This pup, on the other paw, truly was sedentary.
Lastly, Cocoa was a sweet older beagle that we’ve seen a few times, but never has been captured, until now. I like this pic.
An Iggles fan, even in the off season.
All pictures courtesy of Julia, click ‘em to embiggen.
Polynesian delight
Posted by Grg in General stuff, Grg's Reference, Rant/Rave on Wednesday, June 16, 2010
I can draw a direct line between this interest and the fact that both times my parents took me to Walt Disney World as a kid (at age 5 and again at 10), we stayed at the Polynesian Resort. Something about the combination of indoor fountains and air conditioning still gets to me. (I can draw a similar line to my love of monorails.)
That’s why I loved this quick review of the “Boutiki” shop at the resort. I won’t steal any of Shawn Slater’s images, so you’ll have to click the link yourself.
Linkdump: travel and leisure and pants
Posted by Grg in General stuff, Grg's Reference on Tuesday, June 15, 2010
WikiAnswers: What are the advantages of a saltwater swimming pool? I had my first saltwater pool swim this weekend. My god, it is a thing of beauty.
Kayak.com’s Explore feature: One good reason to have tactical pants is traveling. I mean, really, why look like a chump when traveling? This is a nice feature for midafternoon daydreaming.
Why I don’t go in the water: giant death tadpoles
Posted by Grg in Don't Go In the Water on Monday, June 14, 2010
It is literally the crushing depths, about 6,000-11,000 meters, and certainly hellish, indeed. A couple of years ago, one group from the University of Aberdeen sent some probes down to see what’s shaking. (Called HADEEP, short for hadal deep, which is kind of an obvious name, really, but the whole thing is genius, read the blogs from their expeditions here and here, good fun.) One of their discoveries was this species of snailfish, pseudoliparis amblystomopsis, the second-deepest species of fish ever recorded.
Scientists from the expedition described them as “surprisingly cute.”
And they are cute. A cuddly species of fish that look like giant tadpoles. How adorable. Oh look! Here’s a group of them frolicking on the ocean floor.

Except they’re not frolicking, they’re likely stripping clean a corpse. Yes, giant tadpoles that strip dead, fallen flesh. Yay! And that’s what they call food that’s dropped from on high, “food-falls.” The snailfish religion probably involves a lot of looking up and praying for a whale to have a heart attack.
It seems innocuous, after all they’re just part of the circle of life, the janitorial part. Of course, I think there is reason to believe that they’d take matters into their own hands, which is why I’m not going down there. Well, that and the crushing hell part.
Kids! Freak out your parents!

Man, why couldn’t Parker Brothers make ‘em like this? That’s just gorgeous. And the name! Good gravy, its enough to cause pause for even the most lapsed Catholic parents. I have half a mind to buy one for my godson.
So, how do Ouija boards work? Evil spirits and the ideomotor effect. Learn more here. And this handy-dandy video, staring the Amazing One:
Things that won’t kill you in Australian waters: plesiosaurs
Posted by Grg in Rant/Rave, Science/Geek, Skeptic on Friday, June 11, 2010
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Puppies of Jenkintown: Bo Knows Posing
Posted by Grg in Tales from Stinkbug Manor on Thursday, June 10, 2010
Bo, who we caught along with yesterday’s Sonny, is either trying out to be the next Nipper, or wants to know when Julia is going to take the #&*! picture already.
But, you see, its the ambiguity behind her portrayal that sets her apart from other dogs.
Or, she’s just a dog.
Puppies of Jenkintown: Sonny at Sunset
Posted by Grg in Tales from Stinkbug Manor on Wednesday, June 9, 2010
I say this — and here’s the relevance to the puppy hunt — the evening “nice walk,” a tradition begun when Julia was about two, used to be a chance for Dad and daughter to hang out a bit after dinner and before bath. Taking puppy pictures sprung from that. Of course, now Benny is of “nice walk” age, and it has really affected how we go about our hunts for the puppies of Jenkintown. Continue Reading Puppies of Jenkintown: Sonny at Sunset



