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Yellow duck on tour in Sydney
(Source - http://www.bbc.co.uk - Accessed 21/07/14)

Missing - Wonton 1 Tonne Duck.

This little yellow beauty has escaped its moorings and has been swept away by torrential rain. According to the Chinese press, the 59ft sculpture, which has gained popularity by popping up in places such as "Sydney and Sao Paolo," broke free of its "10 tonne metal platform [after being] dislodged by the storm" (Source - http://www.bbc.co.uk - Accessed 21/07/14). It has seemingly disappeared without trace; it is likely it has deflated once again - allegedly, it "exploded [whilst] on display at Taiwan" a few months ago (Source - http://www.bbc.co.uk - Accessed 21/07/14).

Ironically, the Comet 67P/Churyumov-Gerasimenko contact binary that I commented on a few days ago, has mysteriously changed from its duel-edged 'spud-in-space' form, to that of a giant 'space duck'.  Are they one and the same thing?

Rosetta Space Duck )

Full Rubber Duck Story ---------------------> http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/blogs-news-from-elsewhere-28364613

Full Comet Story -----------------------------> http://www.bbc.co.uk/news/science-environment-28351234
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I posted the same complaint on Facebook as I did on LJ - i.e. re brain-dead, barn-fed chickens.

RB = Self    MP = Old school friend    AR = My sister
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MP: Rebel - do an essay on civil disobdience.

RB: It's getting close - how can one mention obedience without mentioning conformity (former is an individual thing; latter is a group thing)? Civil Disobedience - the very next stage, I swear !!

MP: Can you be obedient to one person who is advocating civil disobedience?

RB: ....and indeed can I remain civil while she does??

MP: Short answer - no.

RB: Plus side ::: think I have broken through the 'wall of despair' or pain barrier; Minus side ::: not without head banging the desk. Do you have to cover any aspects of psychology on your course, Mandy??

MP: Relating to children, we touch on it - Maslow Hierarchy of Needs, ring any bells??  Pavlov and his dogs, stages of develoipment, egocentric - toddlers go through this stage but do teenagers go back into it I wonder?

RB: Definitely Maslow, though we have been doing that in Ethics than in Psychology (lecturer of Psych not keen on Maslow). Teenagers revert back to toddlers because of hormones and accelerated growth.


However (re Pavlov), I am sure that at the ring of a bell, I could eat a strawberry meringue


MP: We get a touch of the Maslow's in the evening class - tired and wet so we don't want to function properly. Psychology experiment - what happens if I sit in a completly different seat in my evening class? Will a room full of adults start arguing over who's sitting in 'my' chair instead of their own?

RB: LOL - an experiment conducted by Bear et al (1984) - is porridge involved??

AR: Is that the same Bear et al (1987) that did a later study - the question of digestive waste in the woods?

MP: That study failed to take into account the falability of the pooper scoopers being used at the time.

RB: Methological Evaluation


1) There were more chairs were used in the classroom than in the original experiment.


2) In classroom experiment, there wasn't an offer of either a) porridge b) beds, so the experiment could not be replicated accurately.


Ecological Validity



1) No one can evaluate how human beings would react in a classroom situation - compared with bears in a small cottage, in the woods.


2) In the original experiment, the bears had become enraged in incremental stages - this can not be replicated with human beings without porridge/beds in the equation.


AR: But we still want to know, do bears sh*t in the woods?

RB: Locks (1989) concluded that indeed they must NOT have 'been' in the woods - as the smallest bowl of porridge was still warm enough to be deemed be 'just right.' This is backed up by Bear et al (1987), in a follow up experiment as to whether a diet of solid porridge would cause waste excrement to stick to fur. This possibility would give the bears a time delay, resulting in D. Bear's porridge being 'just right' and B. Bear's porridge being 'too cold.' The conclusion is that if they DID indeed defecate in the woods, Locks (1989) concurs that they didn't do so in the original experiment of Bear et al (1984).

This experiment would be difficult to replicate at college as there isn't enough trees nearby in order to conduct a field experiment in the direct vicinity - however, there IS a convenient graveyard next door
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X-Files/Dr Foster

Scully
: (talking into dictaphone) Case number D-P-28081997. Body found in
Gloucester, Massachusetts.The deceased is a Dr John Foster - a mature adult male, with advanced tissue decomposition. Weight: a hundred and fifty pounds; height: seventy inches. Intact skin from ribcage to cranium is consistent with rate of decomposition - lower torso is mottled and discoloured, due to exposure and submergence in an aqueous bacterial liquid, such as a small body of stagnant water.


Cause and time of death are unknown and cannot be accurately determined, due to the deceased subjection to the cold environment. It appears that Dr Foster entered the body of water of his own accord. Whether he misjudged the depth of water, believing it to be a mere puddle, remains to be seen.

Mulder: You don’t believe this is substantial enough to warrant an investigation?

Scully: If there was a legitimate reason, Mulder. This evidence is consistent with a man who became stuck in a storm drain.

Mulder: Try telling that to the local townsfolk or the good doctor’s family. I want tissue samples and x-rays. I'd like blood type and toxicology and a full genetic work-up.

Scully: You don't honestly believe this is some kind of an extra-terrestrial? Your insistence of time loss due to unknown forces - cannot be validated or substantiated, Mulder. He simply stepped into a puddle right up to his middle and never went there again.

Mulder: This is the essence of science, you ask an impertinent question and you're on your way to a pertinent answer.  This man did not contribute to his own demise, Scully.

(Exit)

Later...


Scully: (at home, on her laptop) Further official laboratory inspection of the body and x-ray analysis has confirmed the mutilated physiology of Dr Foster. The position of the unusual ocular cavities of the deceased, has fuelled agent Mulder’s newest theory - that Dr Foster could have been a human hybrid from the delphinidae family. This theory cannot be substantiated and Dr Foster is most definitely not a dolphin...

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Disclaimer - this is a spoof by [livejournal.com profile] calico_pye - No copyright infringement intended (with apologies to Chris Carter).
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We sat near to the fire. ‘Smoke,’ said don Juan, ‘You don’t want to lose your clarity.  You will see the guardian, it guards the other worlds. The ally is not in the smoke, it takes you to where the ally is.’

I felt the instant chill of coldness enter my mouth and, with another puff, enter my chest.  I had some difficulty vocalising. My visual perception was blurred. I watched Eligio trying to focus on his movements in front of me.  He had taken some peyote buttons earlier and had stopped whistling his strange and beautiful song.  He started to grow fur where his ears had been. His unshaven face grew long, white whiskers and he began to mew like a kitten.  His breathing was rapid and he covered his face with his hands.  It was a very long, tense moment before he moved again.

His body then slumped to the ground and he lay in a contorted position.  Don Juan remained in front of him – his peyote chants had descended into a murmur.  Eligio’s body gave a powerful jump and he landed onto his back legs with an almost feline grace.  His paw-like left arm was straight, his right hand waved out and up with an extremely free and elegant motion and with a beautiful, harmonious, hypnotic movement that resembled a violinist. 

Don Juan began chanting very loudly, repeating “Hei did-ul, did-ul, Hei did-ul, did-ul !!” again and again, enough to wake Lucio and Benigo asleep curled up on their mat by the fire. I stood up, remembering the words don Juan had said to me – that I had to look with my left eye and that sooner or later I would see the guardian.  I stared fixedly onto a point on the horizon and the mewing had descended into a murmur.  Eligio’s body gave a powerful jump and he landed onto his back legs with an almost feline grace.  His paw-like left arm was straight, his right hand waved out and up with an extremely free and elegant motion and with a beautiful, harmonious, hypnotic movement that resembled a violinist. 

Don Juan began chanting very loudly, repeating “Hei did-ul, did-ul, Hei did-ul, did-ul !!” again and again, enough to wake Lucio and Benigo asleep curled up on their mat by the fire. I stood up, remembering the words don Juizon, where the moon was coming up.  What I saw shook me to the last fibre of my being.

Right there, facing me a short distance away, was a gigantic, monstrous animal.   The first thing I really noticed was its size - I thought for some reason that it must be close to a hundred feet tall.  Its body was covered in tufts of monochrome hair, and the bell round its neck was swinging in the breeze.   I realised that I did not perceive this animal with ordinary sight; rather, I was noticing parts of it, when the sight became clearer to me. It then rushed closer and was circling in front of me.  It was not flying, but was moving at speed, shuddering to a halt and then leaping to a great height.

I could not move away, I was glued to the spot.  This animal took a final leap and with a mighty bellow, jumped straight over the moon, disappearing into the distance.  There were no words to describe the emotional jolt I felt.  I had the most peculiar sensation of heaviness size - I thought for some reason that it must be close to a hundred feet tall.  Its body was covered in tufts of monochrome hair, and the bell round its neck was swinging in the breeze.   I realised that I did not perceive this animal with ordinary sight; rather, I was noticing parts of it, when the sight became clearer to me. It then rushed closer and was circling in front of me.  It was not flying, but was moving at speed, shuddering to a halt and then leaping to a great height.

When I woke hours later, don Juan was rubbing my arms and legs with leaves and he stared at me intently.  I asked don Juan, eagerly, “What happened to me?”

Don Juan seemed to be amused at what I was saying. “You seem to have an unbending intent to confuse yourself with riddles. Has it ever occurred to you that that only a few things in your world can be explained your way? Now you have to seek the true meaning of what you saw.”

I ate the meal of dried meat and fruit he had given me – his words unleashing a mixture of euphoria and doubt within me. I felt an overwhelming uneasiness, a sensation of undefined guilt. He laughed and shook his head.” You now have to find why your Dish ran away with your Spoon….”

*~*~*~*

Disclaimer - Carlos Castaneda's The Teachings of Don Juan has been spoofed by [livejournal.com profile] calico_pye - no copyright infringement intended.

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Since we have no writing prompts from Writers Block, I'll provide one here. Rewrite a nursery rhyme in the style of a famous writer, or writing style. (Humpty Dumpty as written by Shakespeare, or Jack and Jill went up the hill rewritten as a true crime story, for example.)

OK....

Little Miss Muffet
Sat on her tuffet
Reading 'Fifty Shades of Grey'
'Oh My!' said the spider
As he sat down beside her
'Please put the spank paddle away!!!'

(Will consider this challenge properly when I have five minutes).

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