tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post7481190575756581574..comments2023-09-28T23:45:22.980-12:00Comments on The Police Diver's Notebook: interimNick Talbothttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10122332897189553465noreply@blogger.comBlogger45125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-65145486343239539152008-04-08T13:57:00.001-12:002008-04-08T13:57:00.001-12:00Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is ver...Hello. This post is likeable, and your blog is very interesting, congratulations :-). I will add in my blogroll =). If possible gives a last there on my blog, it is about the <A HREF="http://impressora-multifuncional.blogspot.com" REL="nofollow">Impressora e Multifuncional</A>, I hope you enjoy. The address is http://impressora-multifuncional.blogspot.com. A hug.<A HREF="0203715477" REL="nofollow"></A>Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-19781406045025718442008-04-06T03:00:00.000-12:002008-04-06T03:00:00.000-12:00Hey, hey, hey,no wonder that you smoked, there's q...Hey, hey, hey,<BR/><BR/>no wonder that you smoked, there's quite little interesting in the comments for sober people...<BR/><BR/>I found fat Albert. He is not known on the continent, we only watched the Bill Cosby show with his "family". It's rather the urban dictionary by which I got influenced verbally. And by Kate Fox:<BR/><BR/>"The key ingredients of flirtatious banter are all very English: humour, particularly irony; wordplay; argument; cynicism; mock-aggression; teasing; indirectness - all our favourite things. And banter specifically excludes all the things we don't like and that make us uncomfortable: emotion, soppiness, earnestness and clarity." p.336<BR/><BR/>I don't apologize for being self-referential or for using references which aren't easy to identify, I never expected anybody wanting to "understand" me, in the classical sense. <BR/><BR/>I think Mr. Talbot should show up again with some new post, in order to deplace me, before the comments section becomes a discussion forum for the state of mind of a cartoon character brought to life...<BR/><BR/>Enjoy the Peter Beckett Group:<BR/><BR/>www.youtube.com/watch?v=0fUadzVa0fcAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-71074017212925980202008-04-05T01:03:00.000-12:002008-04-05T01:03:00.000-12:00Hello Nick,well, what a strange comment section. q...Hello Nick,<BR/>well, what a strange comment section. quite interesting, in some ways.. we smoke the cigarette you don't usually smoke, few month ago. you were nice. hope you're fine, hope you're writing. bye. marion cometMarionhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09089131033041514861noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-91851607854948315412008-04-04T07:09:00.000-12:002008-04-04T07:09:00.000-12:00Mr. Talbot, I kept my promise to reanimate this bl...Mr. Talbot, I kept my promise to reanimate this blog and I think you've got nothing to moan about. Alex and me are good teamplayers, I worked on the nightshift. This is the largest thread ever, since you created this blog. Italo-german stamina and workmanship.<BR/><BR/>Who the fuck is fat Albert? I bet he is not known overseas/on the continent. Alex, I just cling to the "Rules of banter" chapter in my book, "Watching the English", by Kate Fox, where she puts it <BR/><BR/>"In most other cultures, flirtation and courtship involve exchanges of compliments: among the English, you are more likely to hear exchanges of insults. Well, mock-insults, to be precise. "Banter", we call it, and it is one of our most popular forms of verbal interaction generally (on a par with moaning), as well as our main flirting method." <BR/><BR/>So I just try to adapt myself to your weird English standards: express myself ass-backwards.<BR/><BR/>If I gave Beth half penny for her comment, I'd get change back. "Insensitive" is not the right word, darling, it's "deadened and blunted, unimaginative and fanciless" what you are. I don't give Alex'es hairy scrotum about your splutter. Caution: This was no "banter", I'm straight.<BR/><BR/>And I'm tall. Some girls are bigger than others. Me always. 1,80 metres. I don't know what it would be in inches or feet. A friend of mine said: "You look like Bambi": long knock-knees, copper-golden highlights and doe-eyes. That should be enough for the moment.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-49233923234369400772008-04-04T03:29:00.000-12:002008-04-04T03:29:00.000-12:00i like being "insensitive"i like being "insensitive"Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-79736074330594744762008-04-03T22:41:00.000-12:002008-04-03T22:41:00.000-12:00I'm starting to wonder if Rita might have schitzop...I'm starting to wonder if Rita might have schitzophasia. If she does we're all being really insensitive.Betsy Chevronhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/14997269374603535561noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-71620109384736199682008-04-03T13:14:00.000-12:002008-04-03T13:14:00.000-12:00i bet she even looks like fat albert.i bet she even looks like fat albert.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-61945908713084072442008-04-03T12:01:00.000-12:002008-04-03T12:01:00.000-12:00Why the fuck would I be Jeffrey Alexander?The "sch...Why the fuck would I be Jeffrey Alexander?<BR/><BR/>The "school in summertime" was a reference to your insults sounding like Fat Albert.Alex Bertram-Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04593966755787926771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-40320775502130501312008-04-03T05:41:00.000-12:002008-04-03T05:41:00.000-12:00Alex, you're so sweet, I'd get a mouthful of metal...Alex, you're so sweet, I'd get a mouthful of metal, if you were the candy-man...<BR/><BR/>...here's another one for you (because I know you like it :-):<BR/><BR/>I don't give a flying rat's fart about being "like school in summertime".<BR/><BR/>P.S. You're Jeff(rey)Alex(ander), aren't you?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-83518765611404718122008-04-02T22:12:00.000-12:002008-04-02T22:12:00.000-12:00And you look like a bowl of alphabet soup that spe...<I>And you look like a bowl of alphabet soup that spells nothing...</I><BR/><BR/>Oh yeah? Well you're like school in summertime.Alex Bertram-Powellhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04593966755787926771noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-4484426402197553562008-04-02T07:34:00.000-12:002008-04-02T07:34:00.000-12:00And you look like a bowl of alphabet soup that spe...And you look like a bowl of alphabet soup that spells nothing...<BR/><BR/>I admit though that your crap made me laugh, but for you: "Rita-babe", man. <BR/><BR/>These ill-mannered 'mericanos don't give a flying fuck about good style...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-57121017795153773752008-03-31T15:09:00.000-12:002008-03-31T15:09:00.000-12:00man...i stopped reading your blog a while ago, to ...man...i stopped reading your blog a while ago, to my surprise you allready got some mentally retarded spammers working double shift in the comments. this rita dude should stop writing old russian novels in the comment section.<BR/><BR/>it hurts...ohhh it hurts<BR/><BR/><BR/>ps: interimtintinAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-4527075693556970722008-03-22T23:50:00.000-12:002008-03-22T23:50:00.000-12:00I've come to wish you an Unhappy Easter:http://www...I've come to wish you an Unhappy Easter:<BR/><BR/>http://www.subservientchicken.com/Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-85744435355704917472008-03-18T10:58:00.000-12:002008-03-18T10:58:00.000-12:00Morrissey:"It was only a testBut she swam too farA...Morrissey:<BR/><BR/>"It was only a test<BR/>But she swam too far<BR/>Against the tide<BR/>She deserves all she gets<BR/>The sky became marked with stars<BR/>As an out-stretched arm slowly<BR/>Disappears "Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-66666233525945456492008-03-18T08:31:00.000-12:002008-03-18T08:31:00.000-12:00Suzanne Vega:"Once I thought only tears could make...Suzanne Vega:<BR/><BR/>"Once I thought only tears could make us free<BR/>Salt wearing down to the bone<BR/>Like sand against the stone<BR/>Against the shoreline<BR/><BR/>I am friend to the undertow<BR/>I take you in, I don't let go"<BR/><BR/>(I never let go...)<BR/><BR/>Kate Bush:<BR/><BR/>"It's wonderful.<BR/>Everywhere, so white.<BR/>The river has frozen over.<BR/>Not a soul on the ice.<BR/>Only me skating fast.<BR/>I'm speeding past trees,<BR/>Leaving little lines in the ice,<BR/>Splitting, splitting sound,<BR/>Silver heels spitting, spitting snow.<BR/><BR/>("Sonar says...deep...")<BR/><BR/>There's something moving<BR/>Under, under the ice,<BR/>Moving under ice,<BR/>Through water,<BR/>Trying to get out of the cold water.<BR/>"It's me."<BR/>Something, someone--help them.<BR/>"It's me.""Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-51292116967939166372008-03-16T02:14:00.000-12:002008-03-16T02:14:00.000-12:00You played Down River? One of my favs...You played Down River? One of my favs...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-13391254360053719352008-03-14T02:53:00.000-12:002008-03-14T02:53:00.000-12:00Hey Nick. Great gig in Crawdaddy the other night, ...Hey Nick. Great gig in Crawdaddy the other night, and thanks for signing my album! Song of the night: 'Down River'<BR/><BR/>mccannmark@hotmail.comAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-31282654765943267792008-03-02T23:35:00.000-12:002008-03-02T23:35:00.000-12:00www.geocities.com/noinoipinoy/cuttlefishbones01.jp...www.geocities.com/noinoipinoy/<BR/>cuttlefishbones01.jpgAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-30118143848335834342008-03-02T23:17:00.000-12:002008-03-02T23:17:00.000-12:00Hermetism or Hermeticism"Modernist poetic movement...Hermetism or Hermeticism<BR/><BR/>"Modernist poetic movement originating in Italy in the early 20th century.<BR/><BR/>Works produced within the movement are characterized by unorthodox structure, illogical sequences, and highly subjective language. Its formalistic devices were partly derived from Futurism, but the cryptic brevity, obscurity, and involution of the Hermetics was forced on them by fascist censors. Giuseppe Ungaretti, Salvatore Quasimodo, and Eugenio Montale were the principal exponents of the movement, which was named for Hermes Trismegistos, a reputed author of occult symbolic works."<BR/><BR/>"Hermetism is based on French poet Paul Valery's idea that any given poem can be read in a myriad different ways and that poetry's aim is to find the words that best describe life's uniqueness and complexity.(...) The movement was criticized for not being in touch with reality."Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-67912595077508421922008-03-02T05:21:00.000-12:002008-03-02T05:21:00.000-12:00nasty rita is incomprehensible.nasty rita is incomprehensible.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-5033804492200092752008-02-27T06:52:00.000-12:002008-02-27T06:52:00.000-12:00Also to Owen, Alex and to whom it may concern, reg...Also to Owen, Alex and to whom it may concern, regarding the impossibility of being palpably, unambiguously, clear-cut and unequivocally:<BR/><BR/>www.newmappings.net/archives/phd/<BR/>dissemination-and-contamination<BR/><BR/>Especially to Jeff: I just don't eat anything that's being put in front of me. If you offer me shellfish and sea urchins, I'll ask for a pierce to break up the crust and see what is underneath, before gobbling it up.<BR/><BR/>Eat me, whenever you like to, but keep in mind that it's not going to be a feast, for I'm a few fries short of a Happy meal. ;DAnonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-65761786069892990222008-02-23T22:19:00.000-12:002008-02-23T22:19:00.000-12:00Thank you, Owen, for upgrading me to a Dali's pain...Thank you, Owen, for upgrading me to a Dali's painting level. That makes me be unpayable. I already was before, but it's the nicest compliment (I'll take it as such) I ever got, so far.<BR/><BR/>(« Je suis possédé par autrui;le regard d’autrui façonne mon corps dans sa nudité, le fait naître, le sculpte, le produit comme il est, le voit comme je ne le verrai jamais. Autrui détient un secret, le secret de ce que je suis » J.P. Sartre) <BR/><BR/>I think I would like to be the "dream caused by the flight of a bee around a pomegranate, one second before the awakening" with Gala, hovering above a flag, the spindly legged elephant and the two tigers attacking her, one of them coming out of an erected fish-mouth. <BR/>If you deconsctruct the above mentioned cover, you'll find the glue-flaps, it's true. I also like the picture inside of the cover. It triggered a dream which was much more beauteous than the picture itself. I(really)dreamt that I was sitting in a huge observation-wheel and the dark sky above me was spangled with glittering origami-figures. The most beautiful thing was, that in my dream I could see them all in detail and they were different, not only birds. This also happens (unfortunately rarely) with wonderful landscapes I dream of. I wonder, how my brain can produce thousands of such complicated, detailed origami figures while I sleep. I'd never be able to reproduce one of them by my own hand. I eagerly await the day on which we will be able to take a photographic picture of our dream.<BR/>Of course voluntarily.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-58652078731555845682008-02-22T11:33:00.000-12:002008-02-22T11:33:00.000-12:00Well Rita, your vocabulary is excellent and would ...Well Rita, your vocabulary is excellent and would certainly embarrass my wretched attempts at French. It's only comments like 'There's "glue flaps" written on the flaps' that make me think I'm talking to a Dali painting. Nice to meet you by the way :-)Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-53573128026053712542008-02-20T09:33:00.000-12:002008-02-20T09:33:00.000-12:00Mr Talbot, would you please reclaim my Flashlight ...Mr Talbot, would you please reclaim my Flashlight seasons-cd-cover at your converter? I have wept on it and now it fell apart. There's "glue flaps" written on the flaps. Could you please tell them to use a stronger glue? <BR/>Only as a matter of form...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6604628.post-19777990682041684022008-02-20T09:13:00.000-12:002008-02-20T09:13:00.000-12:00"Trying to please all these people around me is tr..."Trying to please all these people around me is trying to reach for the moon. I see their faces looking so empty saying: I hope that she'll finish soon." (Entertain me.)<BR/><BR/>Owen, reading my posts might as well train your multi-tasking-skills. There might be generated new synapses or junctions between the neurones. Your speech centre might be stimulated by my verbosity. You might benenefit from it one day, if you are not already too overstimulated.<BR/><BR/>Being British, and consequently a native speaker of a universal language, you might not appreciate the efforts non-native speakers have to face in learning and practising foreign languages, while you just open your mouth and let the words come right out, whereever you are.<BR/><BR/>I sometimes use the dictionary to understand your posts completely or to write comments. My effort in understanding you and in communicating with you is somewhat bigger, if I may be so presumptuous. For you, it's understood to be understood. If you speak about an English local politician or make allusions which are referred to an English TV-programme, for ex. it is even harder for me to understand what you are talking about. I have to look it up as well. <BR/><BR/>I should be up to date in four foreign languages which I have to practice in part, and being up to date is not that easy. In my country, a non-native English speaker is obliged to possess an excellent knowledge of English and preferably or at least two other foreign languages, if he/she wants to apply for a job which is "acceptable" in some degree. And don't think you'll get rewarded for it, it's a precondition.<BR/><BR/>Sometimes I use lines of English lyrics, because I can remember words which are accompanied by music or words which rhyme in a better way than out of any context. And on top of it, these ready-made word patterns are sort of support columns on which I can fall back, like building a house out of prefabricated compound units. I cannot always form completely new sentences in a language which is not my mother tongue, because think it's normal to go back on boilerplates you learned off by heart or which you have heard or read, isn't it? I don't know if you do the same in French? Would you rather say "J'en ai marre." or Johnny Marr?Anonymousnoreply@blogger.com