Aye, ’tis Talk Like a Pirate Day agin, ye scurrrvy dogs.
Some fine buccaneers from U Penn have spliced a webpage with some tips on talkin’ ‘n’ typin’ pirate, pieces-of-eight.
Pharyngularrrrr will presumably be switchin’ to PZ’s annual pirate mode at midnight Minnesota time, fer those what like their science with more arrrrrrrghs.
An episode of the Health Report on Radio National asked whether our doctors really know what treatment works best for their patients?
Does the current system, which essentially teaches doctors just enough science that they can go into an apprentice programme for their final professional training, absorb and react quickly enough to evidence regarding whether their treatments are actually effective or not?
Dr Alex Barratt provides data which shows that most
A nailbiting rugby union club final finish between Randwick and Sydney Uni.
We were sitting in the section of the stands that included what I will call the Loony Uni supporters (if that’s not what they’re named they should be).
The footy image stream is at my Flickr page: first picture here-[link]
Yes, it was a year ago today that the brave ship tigtogblog first set sail! Looking back on ye auld archives, I am struck by my neglect of food and garden stuff recently. V.slack and shame-making.
Food: Truffles (thanks to ABC radio and some chaps in Tasmania who are going to make an absolute bomb now they’re getting in a good harvest – they’ll be able to send fresh “black gold” to Europe out of season). They discussed how to use truffles in cooking, and it all sounded v. finicky – grating slivers on to this and that, and needing something creamy or oily as a base to bring out the truffle flavour and spread it around. Sounds fatmaking, thought I.
But then they mentioned truffle oil.
I feel like I jinxed this last week with my bragging of weather warm enough to wear sandals in the first week of spring. Tonight it is blowing a gale and downpouring buckets of rain. My palm tree shed its dry fronds all over the street two days ago – I guess it’s one way to meet a new neighbour as he helps get them off the roadway.
Anyway, to inaugurate the sandals season, it has to be the one by which all others are measured: are they bigger than this?
I’m ambivalent about this story: Nurse Kills Intruder with Bare Hands.
A 51 year old emergency nurse came home from a late-night shift to find an intruder armed with a hammer in her home, and in a struggle she strangled him to death. He had a long criminal record. One side of me is cheering for her for defending herself against harm, and the message that women are capable of using deadly harm to defend themselves might do some good generally in discouraging predatory men.
On the other side, I don’t approve of killing people unnecessarily. She’s a nurse, she obviously knew that by continuing the stranglehold beyond the time when he was unconscious that she was killing him (a stranglehold has to be maintained for several minutes after unconsciousness before death will occur). That’s a huge physical effort to maintain, even for a 5’7″ 260-pound woman whose job makes her strong.
Why couldn’t she have tied him up once she’d made him unconscious and waited for law enforcement?
Settle back and prepare to giggle, guffaw and snort: 213 things Skippy is no longer allowed to do in the US Army.
‘cos the tigling was having her debut performance there – as a member of the Sydney Region Combined Schools Chorus.
It was a fabulous showcase of public music education and the talented youngsters in our schools. Of special note were a 10 year old classical pianist and a 15 year old jazz trumpeter, both of whom probably have glittering careers awaiting them.
She was so excited and
Autism risk linked to older fathers – study:
Children fathered by men at age 40 and older have a higher risk of developing autism, possibly because of mutations or other genetic changes, according to new research.
The study “provides the first convincing evidence that advanced paternal age is a risk factor for autism spectrum disorder,” said the authors
This is well worth reading for people who haven’t yet inculcated habits that mean they can’t easily be identified online: Death by Google Calendar: how I identified you to rob you.
I am not picking on this woman but I needed to show a real example. There are tons of public calendars far more revealing than this one. In literally 20 minutes, I now know the name, address, phone number and schedule of this woman. If I can do it, you can be damn sure the real bad guys can. Please be smarter about what you share online. If given a choice, choose the private setting. If you are not given a choice, either choose a new calendar or talk in some code that only you understand. I guess I just don’t understand why people set themselves up to become victims.
Hoyden About Town 