But fame is not a criterion.neufer wrote:owlice wrote:
Neufer, has anyone ever refer to you as "sweet"?
Has anyone ever referred to you as "sweet"?
Not in print.owlice wrote:But fame is not a criterion.neufer wrote:owlice wrote:
Neufer, has anyone ever refer to you as "sweet"?
- Nobody famous.
. King Henry VI, Part iii Act 5, Scene 4 (Folio 1, 1623)
QUEEN MARGARET: Why, is not *Oxford HERE another ANCHOR* ?
KING HENRY VI: *SWEET OXFORD* , and my loving Montague,
- ...Thanks, gentle Somerset; *SWEET OXFORD* , thanks.
_Henry the Fourth, Part One_ Act 2, Scene 4 (1598 Quarto)
PRINCE HENRY: but *SWEETE NED* ,
- to *SWEETEn which name of NED*,
I giue thee this peniworth of sugar,
'ObsERVE that the epithet for Shakespeare is always 'SWEET.'
-- _William Shakespeare_ by A.L. Rowse
Shake-speares Sonnet 135 (1609)
WHo EUER hath her wish, thou hast thy Will,
And Will. too boote,and Will. in OUER-plus,
More then enough am I that vexe thee still,
To thy *SWEETE WILL* making addition thus.
- Mere's _Palladio Tamia, Wit's Treasury_(1598)
the SWEETE wittie soule of Ovid lives in MELLIFLUOUS
& HONY-tongued Shakespeare, witnes his Venus and Adonis,
his Lucrece, his sugred Sonnets among his private friends,
Ben Jonson's ode to Shakespeare (1623)
____ *SWEET SWAN of AVON*
John Milton » L'Allegro (1631)
. Then to the well-trod stage anon,
. If Jonson's learned sock be on,
. Or *SWEETEst Shakespeare* , Fancy's child,
. Warble his native wood-notes wild.
Has anyone ever referred to you as "sweet"?
So you are a true supporter of well red Oxley moron hicks.Nitpicker wrote:What a coincidence! I think I have one of those in the garden.neufer wrote:
A Red Bopple Nut (Hicksbeachia pinnatifolia)?
http://simpsons.wikia.com/wiki/Edna_Krabappel wrote: EVERgreen Terrace. Outside school Edna is portrayed as a typical mid-life single adult, heavy smoker and occasional solitary drinker trying to find the right man. She had numerous affairs with many Springfieldians, her reoccurring choice always being Principal Skinner, usually out of pity rather than affection. Since the 23rd season, Edna is married to Ned Flanders.
Edna's last name is pronounced "crah-Bopple" and is a play on the fruit "crabapple" and it is also a reference to the teacher Miss Crabtree from the 1930s Little Rascals serials. Part of the original joke of her last name was that nobody ever mispronounced her name and called her "Miss Crabapple." She has a red marking pen named "Old Red".
Edna Krabappel was an A-grade student back in school, as she mentions it, and therefore holds a Master's in Education from Bryn Mawr College. Her life dream at once was to teach to young students, however, after years of teaching jaded her positive image, and after her husband left for another woman, their marriage counselor, Edna started drinking her days away, got fired from teaching in a prestige private school and eventually made her way into Springfield Elementary.
In general, Edna doesn't care at all about teaching proper education to the children anymore. Edna is usually annoyed by her straight-A student mARTin Prince. Her attitude towards her class ranges from something of fondness to dislike. She has been known to remark that her students will end up in blue collar jobs, such as gas station attendants. During class time, Edna is either giving matter in a monotone manner, ignoring children's interest, or, after assigning personal work to children, usually reads newspaper singles ads or low-class drama novels.
Edna is usually shown to be involved with many activities around Springfield. Edna is a member of Marge's book club (although nobody in the club seems to read the book they are supposed to). Edna seems to be friends with fellow teacher Elizabeth Hoover, they are often seen smoking together, and often make comments and criticisms about the state of Springfield Elementary together.>>
The same goes for Artistic crazinessNitpicker wrote:Bazza's hardly a blue-blood, ya drongo!
"Humphries was born in the suburb of Kew in Melbourne, Victoria, Australia, the son of Louisa and Eric Humphries, a construction manager. His grandfather was an immigrant to Australia from Manchester, England. His father was well-to-do and Barry grew up in a "clean, tasteful and modern home" in Camberwell, then one of Melbourne's new 'garden suburbs'. His early home life set the pattern for his eventual stage career—his parents bought him everything he wanted, but his father in particular spent little time with him so he spent hours playing at dressing-up in the back garden."
Just goes to show how artistic genius can stem from anywhere.
Nitpicker wrote:What a coincidence! I think I have one of those in the garden.neufer wrote:A Red Bopple Nut (Hicksbeachia pinnatifolia)?
I was really thinking of another EVERageNitpicker wrote:
Bazza's hardly a blue-blood, ya drongo!
<<Edward De Vere had known Gabriel Harvey during his student days at Cambridge. Harvey correctly points out in his euphemistic style that war is imminent and urges de Vere to: "...throw away the insignificant pen, throw away the bloodless books...Minerva strengthens thy right hand... within thee burns the fire of Mars. Thine eyes flash fire, thy countenance shakes a spear, who would not swear that Achilles had come to life again..."
. Troilus and Cressida Act 4, Scene 5
AENEAS: If not Achilles, sir, what is your name ?
ACHILLES: If not Achilles, nothing.
In Sweden they use sticks.Beyond wrote:
thy continence shakes a spear, huh
I frequently get a lot out of your posts, neufer.
This is not one of those times. Quite the opposite of constipation.
There is arguably some merit in the Oxfordian argument, when viewed holistically,
but not when presented in the scatter-gun fashion of this forum topic.
Nitpicker wrote:No worries at all Art. Indeed, I've been asking myself something similar:neufer wrote:
What, me worry?
Why me worry
<<Mr. Worry is the 32nd book in the Mr. Men series by Roger Hargreaves. Mr. Worry worries about everything. If it rains, he worries that his roof will leak, if there is no rain, he worries that all of his plants will die. He is one of the few characters who care if Mr. Bump gets hurt. "Hey, I'm very worried about you, I'm worried that one of these days you might hurt yourself!"
Mr. Worry meets a wizard who suggests he make a list of all his worries and the wizard will make sure none of them happen. When there is nothing to worry about, Mr. Worry is happy for a week, until he is worried about not having anything to worry about.>>
Bazza's hardly a blue-blood, ya drongo!
Alexander Waugh's diary: Shakespeare was a nom de plume — get over it
Plus: Dame Edna's show sent me to hospital
Alexander Waugh, The Spectator, 2 November 2013
<<Researching a new book on Shakespeare’s sonnets, I stumbled upon an astonishing piece of hitherto unnoticed evidence in a 16th-century book by a sex-maniac clergyman from Cambridge. I shall not bore you with the details; suffice it to say that William Covell (the author and S-MC in question) revealed in words not especially ambiguous by Elizabethan standards that ‘Shakespeare’ was a nom de plume used by the courtier poet Edward de Vere. Now a lot of people have been saying this for a very long time — so stale buns to that, you may think — except that no one has yet noticed that the matter was revealed in a book as long ago as 1595, so that makes it an important discovery. Well the Sunday Times ran a jumbled account on its news pages illustrated by a photograph of a nudist performance of A Midsummer Night’s Dream. The Times ran a piece the next day suggesting that ‘The Rape of Lucrece’ was a rarely performed play by Shakespeare.
Our newspapers may be put together by degraded and ill-educated editors, but the reports were still just about coherent enough to rouse the hornet’s nest. ‘Stratfordians’ used to hoot at anyone who questioned their orthodoxy, but now that the tide of evidence has turned against them, and almost every intelligent educated person concedes, at very least, that there is a genuine authorship problem, their derisive laughter has toned itself down to the sort of soft growl that senile dogs emit when you try to get them into the car. After two days of manfully parrying emails of vituperation (‘Evelyn [sic] your [sic] just an attention seeking pratt [sic]’: ‘why give air to the views of that talentless little wanker Waugh’ etc), I decided that enough was enough and it was time to take myself abroad.
British Airways has just started direct flights from Heathrow to Chengdu, the capital of Sichuan Province in southwest China and supposedly the fastest-growing city in the world. Two days among 14 million Chengdu Chinese, none of whom has ever heard of Shakespeare or Edward de Vere, was just what I needed. At Xiongmao Jidi, the Giant Panda Breeding Research Base, I saw a panda penis and balls preserved in formaldehyde, photographs of pandas attempting copulation, and of masked Chinese surgeons penetrating unconscious female pandas with gaudy plastic inseminators. Two living but hairless adults were held each in a cramped concrete cage. Uniformed security guards dragged me from three motionless babies when I asked if they might be dead. Two adolescents held in another cage were kept from repose by a zookeeper antagonising them with a luminous broom handle. The crowds were not interested in seeing the animals except through the lenses of their cameras and were ruthless in barging themselves and their equipment to the front. None of the pandas looked happy. Oh the hell of belonging to one of the cuter species! Were I a giant panda I would prefer the extinction of my entire race to any one of the humiliations inflicted upon me at Xiongmao Jidi.
Returning to Heathrow the next day, I headed straight to Milton Keynes to catch Dame Edna Everage at the start of her ‘Farewell Tour’. Uncontrollable laughter for two hours left me with a headache that lasted the night. Next morning I felt a heart attack coming on — sharp pain in the left side of my chest, heavy weights pushing against the ribcage, numbness in the shoulder and a left hand that seemed colder and clammier than the right. When I explained this to the woman from NHS Direct and told her that I had just come off a long-haul flight, she ordered me to check myself immediately into the accident and emergency unit of my nearest hospital. After three-and-a-half hours of X-ray, blood test, ECG scan, leg-slapping, form-filling, probes and inquisitions, the wonderfully efficient and sympathetic staff of the Northampton General Hospital discharged me with a clean bill of health. I walked out backwards feeling perfectly well, but ashamed and dribbling in supine apology. They laughed and wished me good day. The diagnosis was ‘phantom heart attack’ and for a moment, out of sheer embarrassment, I wished it had been a real one.>>
Anthony Barreiro wrote:
On the 50th anniversary of the publication of Thomas Kuhn's Structure of Scientific Revolutions, I beg to differ. Normal scientific understanding increases incrementally, until internal inconsistencies lead some bright mind to propose a pardigm shift, a new way of looking at existing data.
I may have been unfair to Titius and Bode. Not really numerological, just not analytical.
As for Copernicus and his sub-editor, I have mis-remembered this story slightly. From:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Osiander"In 1543 [shortly before the death of Copernicus], Osiander [a Lutheran theologian and friend of Copernicus] oversaw the publication of the book De revolutionibus orbium coelestium (On the revolution of the celestial spheres) by Copernicus. He added a preface suggesting that the model described in the book was not necessarily true, or even probable, but was useful for computational purposes. This was certainly not the opinion of Copernicus, who was probably unaware of the addition. As a result, many readers, unaware that Osiander was the author of the preface, believed that Copernicus himself had not believed that his hypothesis was actually true. Osiander also did not sign the preface added to Copernicus' book, therefore many readers at the time assumed that this is what Copernicus had actually thought himself."
<<Andreas Osiander (19 December 1498 – 17 October 1552) was a German Lutheran theologian. Born at Gunzenhausen in Franconia, Osiander studied at the University of Ingolstadt before being ordained as a priest in 1520. In the same year he began work at an Augustinian convent in Nuremberg as a Hebrew tutor. In 1522, he was appointed to the church of St. Lorenz in Nuremberg, and at the same time publicly declared himself to be a Lutheran. During the First Diet of Nuremberg (1522), he met Albert of Prussia, Grand Master of the Teutonic Knights, and played an important role in converting him to Lutheranism. [Osiander's] niece married the future Archbishop of Canterbury, Thomas Cranmer.>>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Copernicus wrote:<<In Nicolaus COPERNICUS' time (19 February 1473 – 24 May 1543), people were often called after the places where they lived. Like the Silesian village that inspired it, Copernicus' surname has been spelled variously. The surname likely had something to do with the local Silesian copper-mining industry, though some scholars assert that it may have been inspired by the dill plant (in Polish, "koperek" or "kopernik") that grows wild in Silesia. As was to be the case with William Shakespeare a century later, numerous spelling variants of the name are documented for the astronomer and his relatives. Upon the father’s death, young Nicolaus’ maternal uncle, Lucas Watzenrode the Younger (1447–1512), took the boy under his wing and saw to his education and career. Watzenrode maintained contacts with leading intellectual figures in Poland and was a friend of the influential Italian-born humanist and Kraków courtier, Filippo Buonaccorsi. There are no surviving primary documents on the early years of Copernicus' childhood and education. Copernicus biographers assume that Watzenrode first sent young Copernicus to St. John's School, at Toruń, where he himself had been a master.>>
<<Count Giovanni PICO della Mirandola (24 February 1463 – 17 November 1494) was an Italian Renaissance philosopher. He is famed for the events of 1486, when at the age of 23, he proposed to defend 900 theses on religion, philosophy, natural philosophy and magic against all comers, for which he wrote the famous Oration on the Dignity of Man, which has been called the "Manifesto of the Renaissance", and a key text of Renaissance humanism and of what has been called the "Hermetic Reformation". In James Joyce's Ulysses, the precocious Stephen Dedalus recalls with disdain his boyhood ambitions, and apparently associates them with the career of Mirandola: "Remember your epiphanies written on green oval leaves, deeply deep...copies to be sent if you died to all the great libraries of the world...Pico della Mirandola like.">>
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Conspiracy_theory wrote:<<A conspiracy theory is an explanatory proposition that accuses two or more people, a group, or an organization of having caused or covered up, through deliberate collusion, an event or phenomenon of great social, political, or economic impact. In recent decades the term has acquired a derogatory meaning. Professor Rebecca Moore observes, "The word 'conspiracy' works much the same way the word 'cult' does to discredit advocates of a certain view or persuasion. A careful distinction must be made between the derisive use of the term and reference to actual, proven conspiracies.
Originally a neutral term, since the mid-1960s it has acquired a somewhat derogatory meaning, implying a paranoid tendency to see the influence of some malign covert agency in events. The term is often used to automatically dismiss claims that the critic deems ridiculous, misconceived, paranoid, unfounded, outlandish, or irrational. The term often implies that the proposed explanation of events is perceived as violating Occam's razor or the principle of Falsifiability. A conspiracy theory that is proven to be correct, such as the notion that United States President Richard Nixon and his aides conspired to cover up Watergate, is usually referred to as something else, such as investigative journalism or historical analysis. "Some historians have put forward the idea that more recently the United States has become the home of conspiracy theories because so many high-level prominent conspiracies have been undertaken and uncovered since the 1960s". The existence of such real conspiracies helps feed the belief in conspiracy theories.
Katherine K. Young states, "the fact remains, however, that not all conspiracies are imagined by paranoids. Historians show that every real conspiracy has had at least four characteristic features: groups, not isolated individuals; illegal or sinister aims, not ones that would benefit society as a whole; orchestrated acts, not a series of spontaneous and haphazard ones; and secret planning, not public discussion". Historians do not use the word 'conspiracy' to describe accurate historical reports. On the contrary, they use it to indicate a lack of veracity and objectivity.">>