Yet another Faceplace ad that falls between sad and funny. I’m pretty sure the Latin on this very serious “blood oath” coin is supposed to mean “what is owed in blood” (quod debitum sanguine) only they misspelled “blood” as SANQUINE, which doesn’t seem to mean anything.
Everything Is Better With Latin!™ (but not dog-Latin; that’s just sad)
I had occasion to use the word vademecum today, which doesn’t happen that often, but whenever it does I’m reminded of Vademecum toothpaste, which my mom used to use. This may be the first piece of Latin I ever learned (unless some of the pre-Vatican-II Latin mass stuck in my brain, which I guess is not impossible).
Happy Independence Day to my compatriots; happy Tuesday to all.
“One prefers, of course, on all occasions to be stainless and above reproach but, failing that, the next best thing is unquestionably to have got rid of the body.”
—Wodehouse, JOY IN THE MORNING
Typo of the day is trible (where I intended to type tribe).
It caused me a little trouble.
Just got back from a midnight run with Reuben Sandwich, D.O. (Doctor Olfactantissimus). I saw a smoky red half-moon hanging somber in the western sky. Reuben saw about fifteen thousand sinister bunnies, only three of which were evident to me.
I can’t positively recommend reading this excellent article (a collaboration between Pro Publica and The New Yorker). It’s full of excruciating medical detail. But if you’re hardy enough to do so, there’s a lot of food for thought.
A thought: the profit motive in medicine will kill most of us eventually, even destroying those who can afford treatment.
Another: patriarchy imposes a huge burden of sorrow and suffering on men. That’s not the most important reason to be against it, but it’s a reason.
https://www.propublica.org/article/penis-enlargement-enhancement-procedures-implants
I took Dr. Reuben Sandwich (PhD, JD, DOG) out for a midnight run last night. Just as we left our driveway, I looked up and saw a meteor streak across the Summer Triangle (formed by Vega, Deneb, & Altair). I tried to keep my eye on the sky thereafter but Reuben is a fast-paced little bulldog who gives one little leisure for stargazing.
I did see a lot of meteors later on in my dreams, though. Reuben may have done the same, but he hasn’t mentioned it.
This image of the Kylix of Durides and Calliades came up in my Mastodon newsfeed today. (The source wasn’t attributed, but see some more images here.)
