Perstonal shtuff
The payment for my last invoice arrived a few days ago, and today was a payday—so a bit of long-awaited money has
finally materialized. What a relief to pay the due/overdue bills
and have a reasonable amount left over. The situation might even persist. Who knows?
When I get a little money I buy books, and if any is left, I buy food and clothes. ERASMUS
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I won’t be jetting off to the Caribbean anytime soon, but I could at last spend some money on something besides the bare necessities of life. In the spirit of Erasmus, I went to the used-book stores. The skinflint in me had to wince a little—it’s bred in the bone, dear weader; the racial stereotype of the penny-pinching Chinaman (the so-called
pake, in the Hawai’ian pidgin/creole) didn’t come from nowhere—but even when you enjoy being frugal and thrifty, like I do, it can corrode the spirit to only spend for what’s needed in order to survive, if it goes on for too long. Erasmus’s comment often gets quoted, as an expression of the book lover’s “gentle madness,” but now it strikes me that it has another, more universal sense too: all us peeps pursue sources of solace and diversion from pure want, in some way, shape, or form—be it book collecting, or building ships in bottles, or filling the house with Elvis memorabilia, or whatever.
A long time ago I wrote about my language-learning strategy.
Alas, less important but more essential worries (like tryin’ to make money by workin’ for idjits
) have kept me from chasing it properly. Also, as mentioned, there’s a dearth of good instructional texts to base the effort upon. Well, on the “new arrivals” shelf at the used-book store downtown, there recently showed up a whole run of the language self-study titles from the British “Teach Yourself” series that I’d mentioned—the one published by English Universities Press and distributed in the U.S. by David McKay, with the distinctive yellow-and-blue dustcover design. They were all
ex libris one fellow’s collection, so I guess I’m not the only aspiring language maven there ever was. I was especially thrilled to find a Portuguese course—there aren’t many of those to be found in the bookstores, and what
is there is mostly of the worthless, Berlitz-style “repeat-these-phrases-after-me” variety. Anyway, I guess I’ve now got a fairly complete collection of basic instruction books on the Romance languages and the Germanic languages (that one without a dust jacket is Teach Yourself Norwegian). Now if I can just find the time to embark on that long-intended mission, to expand my German (such as it is) to the rest of the Teutonic
Sprachfamilie as well as to learn a Romance language and hence get one or two others for free.
There just aren’t enough hours in the day!
And of course you also need dictionaries. Next goal: acquire the store’s Portuguese-English lexicon.
Separated at birth? Scrumptious Roberto Bolle, whom biggles showed us on the ropes earlier, is not a bad likeness to porn actor “Tom Steele.” At first I thought it was a picture of Steele.
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Roberto Bolle (La Scala) | Tom Steele in Hard as Steele (In Hand Video) |
OK, so that wasn’t work-safe. But me dear weaders should know better. And no one should be reading Xangas while at work in the first place! Some more:
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Steele | Bolle |
According to the Adam Gay Video Directory, Mr. Steele has a ten-inch schlong that he’s claimed is too large for any available condom size and has even taken acting classes, earnestly but probably gratuitously, to improve his less-than-masterly-thespian screen presence. Signor Bolle’s artistic prowess of course is beyond question, but now we’re curious (even more than we normally would be) about the size of his endowment.