tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-38635212011-09-12T19:54:06.325+10:00boyntonI rarely have a name y'knowboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comBlogger3651100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-1141733580914815892006-03-07T22:12:00.000+10:002006-10-18T13:20:05.724+10:00Now blogging at boyntonesque.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-954511452003-06-09T14:42:00.000+10:002003-12-01T13:23:49.170+10:00
boynton has moved to here
please update your links:
http://boynton.ubersportingpundit.com
cheers and thanks for the memories.
so long and thanks for all the fish
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-954266192003-06-08T15:38:00.000+10:002003-06-08T15:39:03.000+10:00Strangely, if we ever make the almost mandatory migratory move over the waters to MT, we may need to have a whole category devoted to Croquet. Following the postings on her family's early croaky history, beer and croquet, the possible hidden subtext of the sport, and a link to an early Championess, boynton happened upon yet another strange take. Once again there is something reminiscent here of boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-954034102003-06-07T19:58:00.000+10:002003-06-07T20:51:44.000+10:00boynton's been having just your average psycho arvo with the old cryptic coding mysteries. The oblique will be straightened out anon. The pieces put together
(Hitchcock mosaics via the amazing Fiendish is the word)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-953578752003-06-06T15:07:00.000+10:002003-06-06T16:07:19.000+10:00It was probably only ever me who considered Richmond Hill Cellars the key to Richmond's soul. Interesting angle on inner-city gentrification in today's Age.
(Although a long term resident of nearly Richmond, boynton wouldn't know which class of regular she falls into here: We stocked cheap sherry for the daytime lushes and diabetic beer for the sick. Bargain wine drew local intellectuals, failedboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-953193052003-06-05T16:32:00.000+10:002003-06-05T17:07:12.000+10:00boynton was feeling unusually lighthearted today as she stepped out with her pack, who chorus their crazy excitement half way down the echo chamber of this sedate street. In the close ethological observation of domestic dog school, boynton endorses the theory of emotion travelling down the leash. The leash is the link between you and your dog. Dogs can feel the vibrations you send through the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-953185342003-06-05T16:01:00.000+10:002006-10-18T13:01:00.899+10:00boynton loves this description of a themed treasure hunt, both for the content and the form - hypertext complements the spatial event. When she first started playing pub trivia, she suspected there could some theatrical hybrid of the genre waiting in the wings. Perhaps this sort of promenade puzzling is a clue to other forms. Both for travellin' trivia and narrative/themed hyperdrama?boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-952717972003-06-04T15:46:00.000+10:002003-06-04T15:53:19.000+10:00somewhere deep within boroondara last night boynton ran into an old theatre friend. She asked after boynton's writing, but alas. Boynton could not take herself seriously in this regard as she was still wearing her parka. Even though she was trying to recover this inner state, she was really only projecting this.And instead of wearing these sort of shoes, she was caught wearing these. Somewhere boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-952616712003-06-04T10:54:00.000+10:002003-06-04T10:56:03.000+10:00If this sink the bachelor game seems too bittery twistery, you can always play this old game. (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-952251392003-06-03T15:46:00.000+10:002004-06-23T12:51:22.363+10:00Because this word game is very close to this game, boynton wonders if this what the blogosphere looks like?
From an amazing collection of word game images via Incoming Signals. boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-952184432003-06-03T12:43:00.000+10:002003-06-03T13:57:14.000+10:00As an update to the last- that is impossible to post within... All this talk of ponds may have cursed us, or lent a tragic-comedic twist to things. Boynton is stationed away from her domestic keyboard and is captive to the Big Pond word limit restrictions. All these glaring errors and minor improvements to be dealt with last night, but there they were floating unhappily on the network problems boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-951871142003-06-02T21:43:00.000+10:002003-06-03T12:34:32.000+10:00Ambling around Wood's lot, Boynton notes that it is indeed the birthday of Thomas Hardy. Less than 3 hours left. Can boynton assemble something suitable in the time? All things being equal, timing inevitably comes into play. But now this is compounded by the intervention of our old friend with the oddly divine sounding name, Mr HaloScan, who has again acted capriciously and cruelly taken us out, boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-951506132003-06-01T22:29:00.000+10:002003-06-01T22:30:54.000+10:00Profile of Ronald So protective is McDonald's of the character's mystique that men who play Ronald are never to admit that they do. Ronalds in costume aren't to say who they are in civilian life... (via Arts and Letters Daily)
To preserve the illusion that there is only one Ronald, the chain forbids two Ronalds from ever appearing together except at a secret biennial convention McDonald's holds boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-951063012003-05-31T12:56:00.000+10:002003-05-31T13:00:42.000+10:00This man is not a larrikin, but Google Images thinks he is.
boynton was out doing a quick scout about for images on behalf of esnet who expressed some interest in the word. As larrikins "were as much recognisable by their get-up as by their behaviour..." she was trying to find some representative jpegs. Perhaps another Google suggestion was closer to the mark, or even the same bloke in a cloth boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-950695102003-05-30T16:30:00.000+10:002003-05-30T16:31:59.000+10:00boynton likes the look of these souped-up commodore PC's. (via b3ta) Although the toaster remains her favourite model. But if we're talking serious retro appliance convergence, she wonders if someone can work in her favourite: the classic Sunbeam Mixmaster? And if in the future her telephone is going to be web-aware, she hopes it can still look something like this (via Scrubbles)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-950635552003-05-30T13:25:00.000+10:002003-05-30T13:25:36.480+10:00boynton's feeling a bit under the weather today -( which is quite really sunny). Not quite as bad as tourette syndrome barbie, but NQR enough to go and seek out some quality vitamin D for company. (via Lindsay Marshall) boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-950247502003-05-29T15:51:00.000+10:002003-05-29T16:00:50.000+10:00boynton has spent some of the morning simply soaking up the sun. She has many years of sun deprivation to make up for, and perhaps a bout of SADness to fend off.
She recalled reading an article about writers and their chosen work-places, with solitude listed as the key ingredient. But boynton sides with Shaw (who constructed a revolving hut to follow the sunlight) and votes for the sun as number boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-949797372003-05-28T18:00:00.000+10:002003-05-28T18:16:11.000+10:00A time of general displacement? Boynton's trivia team has moved on and is now "between venues". The other night we travelled eastwards and found ourselves in a foreign land; a themed pub pub, a cavernous trestled tavern, of unknown faces, stupid global questions instead of our preferred local, personalised and folk-loric quiz. Indeed it was so loud and so dense that boynton watched it with the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-949203822003-05-27T12:20:00.000+10:002003-05-27T12:23:12.000+10:00This is what boynton would probably have to say for herself. (via J walk)
(nb you may have to reload (we say refresh here) to hear it.)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-948876812003-05-26T17:04:00.000+10:002003-05-26T17:09:46.000+10:00Haunted ...walking through this suburbe, non-descripte, of popular moderne mid-century houses, Boynton saw a real estate sign that said. Central locality...life, but the street tells another story. Only the early morning carolling of mowers and hedge-trimmers would indicate a pulse . Perhaps all inhabitants have taken a vow of silence, allowing only their dogs to speak, their Labradors to leave boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-948572202003-05-25T21:55:00.000+10:002003-05-25T22:03:55.000+10:00Is it shaped like a hot dog? Boynton has passed a quiet Sunday playing parlour games like 20 questions.(via Incoming Signals)
This has often seemed just as uncanny to play IRL as it does on-line, and just as open to dispute once one strays outside the binary lines. Thinking of her dearest companion she was stumped by “Does it have a pointy snout” Depends what you mean by pointy surely. And it isboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-948232132003-05-24T20:36:00.000+10:002003-05-24T21:52:24.000+10:00A recent commenter - (our only one of late in fact) - cast nasturtiums on the works of the great Jane Austen: Soapies with ivy. Like Blogger itself, this caused boynton temporary pause, as she could not at first recall which of JA's novels featured a heroine of that name. A bit of googling and searching her own shelves however soon
cleared the matter up.
Ivy Bonnet is the heroine of Jane boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-947804982003-05-23T21:13:00.000+10:002003-05-23T21:13:50.353+10:00Because The Pause that Refreshes keeps Pausing.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-947722192003-05-23T15:03:00.000+10:002003-05-23T16:10:13.000+10:00These Rules for Writers (via J Walk) make boynton feel very nervous in a fine china sort of way. She's sure she's broken them all, possibly in the same sentence. Just tote up the damage for us thank you, and put it on the slate.
Like the beatles, Jane Austen always charts well in the top of the pops polls. Of course we would always vote for Jane, as would these fellow admirers...On the same boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-947237572003-05-22T15:47:00.000+10:002003-05-22T17:17:29.000+10:00
You are not very reliable but people like you anyway because you are so easygoing and fun to be with. And cute, too. You just don't have a lot of guts up hills. And you seem to have stalled on usWhich Blogging Tool/ VW Are You?
If you are reading this you must be keen or lucky or know your way around blogger well enough to know to hit refresh three times before giving up. Thanks to Tony T, who boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-946688002003-05-21T14:19:00.000+10:002003-05-21T17:20:15.000+10:00Most VW owners who know anything about Beetles understand that something was different about 1967 Beetles
Like Feature number 6. Rear apron and deck lid - one year only.
More gratuitous pun fun with the beetles. Or is it so coincidental? Perhaps like Paul Carter’s place names, there is method in the madness of puns and namesakes, even if it’s just irony or poetry. Two cultural artefacts, iconsboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-946313892003-05-20T23:19:00.000+10:002003-05-21T00:13:45.000+10:00A teaser for tomorrow...
and your also a lennon beatleboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-946107942003-05-20T12:09:00.000+10:002003-05-20T12:11:58.000+10:00The social cost of blogging? (via Anil Dash)The proliferation of personal bloggers has led to a new social anxiety: the fear of getting blogged...
Luckily boynton doesn't overly stray into the dreaded confessional, (or even the journal) - pseudonyms or not.
Jonathan Van Gieson, a 29-year-old theatrical producer from Brooklyn who sometimes writes about friends on his site... said he gave his boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-945699612003-05-19T17:44:00.000+10:002003-05-20T00:19:58.000+10:00From Lullaby to Gonorrhea... Apologies for obscurity here, but like playing charades, boynton is trying to subtly point at this word-trivia collection...(via J walk) for the sake of her own pub trivia team, so as not to give the game away .To invoke another most-beautiful-word contender: ... Hush...boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-945611782003-05-19T13:11:00.000+10:002003-05-20T00:20:19.000+10:00A new album of lost Beatles songs...Well actually just those ‘other’ Lennon-McCartney songs divvied out by Brian to lesser mortals. (via Pop Culture Junk Mail)
More newly discovered beetles here (via the Solipsistic Gazette)
"We live in the age of beetles," claims a group of scientists devoted to the study of this diverse and abundant insect family. (Boynton wonders if we now live in an age boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-945244832003-05-18T15:00:00.000+10:002003-05-18T23:35:10.000+10:00boynton has been staying in one of the spare empty rooms at Nora's, some six k away but may as well be the country for its quiet calm. No street noise, no nocturnal car revving, no sirens, no neighbourly warble ( both of boynton's neighbours indulge in regular bursts of maternal singing to young offspring, off-key, loudly). This morning she woke to the best sound in the world? - rain on a tin boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-944354412003-05-16T16:37:00.000+10:002003-05-16T22:00:25.000+10:00Various takes on blogging - the laudatory (via Brain Graze) and the derogatory (via Anil Dash) the practical , and the theoretical in a great series of archived posts on the oral discourse of blogging at This Public Address. boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-944247292003-05-16T12:18:00.000+10:002003-05-16T12:30:58.000+10:00Thought Nora and other music teachers and or Latin jazz fans might enjoy this hep cat keyboard. It's got Bronte in, and number 8 is a fairly good rendition of doug's lounge voice (via the Presurfer)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-943815172003-05-15T20:18:00.000+10:002003-05-15T20:32:05.000+10:00Elsewhere indirectly boynton has been honoured with the slur: tree hugger. While she has never actually committed this arboreal act in public, she embraces the concept. Indeed she has often come close to hugging one of the many beautiful specimens of gums that line the river or reside in other people’s gardens. It's a fondness firmly rooted in the family tree – thick with gardeners, landscapers, boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-943145362003-05-14T16:52:00.000+10:002003-05-14T16:55:35.000+10:00A photo of Women playing hockey 1890 (that's ice to us in oz) (via Portage)
boynton saw that shot shortly after rediscovering this wonderful (ripping yarn) history of an English Croquet Championess Lily Gower. who sometimes was observed to make a meaningless shot into a corner of the ground. In point of fact, she was busy learning the game...we like the description of Lily's husband and fellowboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-943095942003-05-14T14:40:00.000+10:002003-05-14T14:43:17.000+10:00Ok Bart: Some lines written to reform bad behaviour, thanks again Mr J. (here)
More or less along the same lines is this Fido mind-reader...boynton's pure lack of maths-brain makes her believe such mysterious things are magic (via The Presurfer)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-942495992003-05-13T16:14:00.000+10:002003-05-13T16:15:46.000+10:00Also thanks to the marvellous Solpsistic Gazette, another great found photo site Time Tales to browse slowly at leisure. What started as a webpage of novelties became a collection of lost lives . And while it may be that a picture needs memories to be an image boynton thinks they also need time. So she’s only briefly glimpsed the Fifties so far, but what treasures are there, reminiscent of one boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-942485912003-05-13T15:47:00.000+10:002003-05-13T18:13:06.000+10:00Curiouser and curiouser as someone might say, re the secret life of croquet. Or perhaps boynton is now reading double and triple entendres into innocuous Xbourgeoisie lawn games. (thanks in part to a recent commenter) For when she saw Mallet Mischief over at The Solipsistic Gazette - alas she wasn't thinking Percussion . Is there something she never knew here? Of course she had read about theboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-941886622003-05-12T16:28:00.000+10:002003-05-12T16:28:10.713+10:00"For the loneliness and strangeness of your ways. Be greeted!" Boynton found this passage at Whiskey River affirming.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-941883952003-05-12T16:19:00.000+10:002003-05-13T16:32:12.000+10:00Another shot of the poem generator spawned this:
boynton has fallen in The op
shops held out
over the metaphysics of
the therapeutic
goal of storage
which is almost entering that hocus-pocus horoscope territory, that strange effectiveness in divination. Boynton has been out scouting op-shops in this subdued suburb: it is the way to get your boynton bearings. Alas, St Vincents was jam-packedboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-940868482003-05-10T13:00:00.000+10:002003-05-10T14:41:47.000+10:00boynton has been helping Nora unpack and arrange furniture - testing boynton's bad spatial concepts. The new house is very generous with a surfeit of storage (there is no such thing), but boynton comes to the task after years of cupboard deprivation, so is still overly cautious with breaking out the crockery and spreading the condiments and cannisters far and wide. Nora wanted to place a speakerboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-940363532003-05-09T15:49:00.000+10:002003-05-09T17:39:40.000+10:00An archive of found themed photos by Joachim Schmid (via Brad Zellar) Planes and girls and prams.
Some info of his ongoing project Pictures from the Street here
the more photographs l've been finding the more my way of perception changed: now I don't find photographs any more, I look for them - just like a truffle pig
Perhaps this mirrors boynton's own experience of browsing:blogging has made boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-940358582003-05-09T15:36:00.000+10:002003-05-09T20:54:00.000+10:00From the latest Carnival of the Vanities ( via The Talking Dog) Electric Venom on Blogging thoughts and philosophies Written in response to some delinking wars - the politics of blogging - Venomous Kate analyses the "metaphysics" of various styles of linkers and thinkers and whingers . Of course the snark tone makes boynton nervous, perhaps to link here is already a terrible faux pas, who knows.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-939727432003-05-08T15:03:00.000+10:002003-05-08T15:03:25.330+10:00 Venus Hand Trap (via Sublimate)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-939726202003-05-08T15:00:00.000+10:002003-05-08T17:33:11.000+10:00In a wonderful Duoblog post Fred at Fragments from Floyd and Lisa Thompson write on the downside of Cultural tourism continuing the theme of our increasing disconnection from the natural world.
Cultural Tourism in the Southern Mountains: What's For Sale?
I am generally resistant to the idea of being 'marketed'. Call me a 'reluctant tourist'. And I'm especially vigilant when it comes to buying boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-939722582003-05-08T14:52:00.000+10:002003-05-08T19:24:12.000+10:00Like the Melbourne sky this inauspicious bright blogosphere morn turned grey. It may be a kind of Stop the Clocks cut off the telephone sort of day. We're staying tuned.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-939141282003-05-07T17:22:00.000+10:002003-05-08T11:45:49.000+10:00Researchers propose a mathematical model of marriage (via Rebecca's Pocket)
In The Mathematics of Marriage: Dynamic Nonlinear Models (MIT Press), which he wrote in collaboration with four mathematicians, Mr. Gottman uses the tools of calculus to describe the interactions of couples with the therapeutic goal of breaking the downward cycle of difficult conversations.
Innumerate boynton wonders boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-939123152003-05-07T16:23:00.000+10:002003-05-07T16:23:33.850+10:00boynton has never really associated croquet and beer before (via Quiddity) which is just as well really, given the mallet-wielding tendencies of her siblings. Not even a shandy would have been advisable, otherwise a spectator adopting the perilous "silly point" position seen in the illustration may have lost his head or parts thereof.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-938460612003-05-06T15:58:00.000+10:002003-05-07T15:11:09.000+10:00Even when treated to this series of glorious Autumn days, guess there's always a bit of the Birmingham lurking somewhere in Melbourne. (via b3ta)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-938457812003-05-06T15:50:00.000+10:002003-05-07T15:10:27.000+10:00 A recent comment by Richard Kahn of the excellent Vegan Blog – the (eco)logical weblog pointed to more research on Arctic Drilling .
Shallow wildlife documentaries and sentimental nature writing reflect a growing malaise, writes Richard Mabey. Unless we radically transform our attitude to other species, we face a dismal future. The technical wizardry, standard sensationalist motifs and boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-938440972003-05-06T15:11:00.000+10:002003-05-06T15:14:21.000+10:00boynton originally messed with words
here are these weird signs
Some lines courtesy of Rob's Amazing Poem generator, which makes poems based on the content of your url (Via Speckled Paint and bluejoh). Seems to have summed up boynton pretty well:
...a heap
of those fleeting conversations between hotmailers
and even creative enterprise need some
music. They cause pause. Break the
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-937772152003-05-05T12:59:00.000+10:002003-05-05T13:06:45.000+10:00Belatedly chasing up an image of the wonderfully named Dolly Dye boynton found this local collection of grocery ephermera at the (aptly named for virtual window shoppers) Midnight Grocer.
Products of everyday life, through time, become interesting objects for future generations to appreciate. Some of the objects within The Midnight Grocer exhibition are familiar to many while other items have boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-937294572003-05-04T12:31:00.000+10:002003-05-04T13:51:43.000+10:00Yesterday's post referred to the Sullivans, a faux family drama set in faux war time Melbourne, outdoor locations filmed in the dry time-warped suburb of Canterbury, in certain pockets a place of many (reclaimed) Cal Bungs and concrete roads. (Boynton lived there once just as Maling road was getting the heritage treatment, and the op shops held out over the virulent cafe creep.) Last night she boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-936950692003-05-03T17:18:00.000+10:002003-05-03T17:18:06.320+10:00A wonderful treasure trove of old grocery items from an Estate Auction (via Speckled Paint). Like all such auctions, there is a bit of associated sadness within the accumlated heritage dispersing, but the eyes of ephemera enthusiasts glaze over at such visions as these. Boyntons's father once went to a similar auction at the site which was to become universally known as the Sullivan's general boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-936936302003-05-03T16:19:00.000+10:002003-05-04T00:53:43.000+10:00J walk blog recently featured two signage related sites: Build your own Safety sign (in PDF) appeals to Boynton, who may one day import the results of her configuration, while these weird signs contain many gems. There are times when this sign pretty well sums up life as we know it, while this sign has a peculiar cultural resonance. Interesting to note that Noel Neill before playing Lois was an boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-936388852003-05-02T16:20:00.000+10:002003-05-02T21:56:06.000+10:00The Jean-Luc Godard Drinking game (should be played with wine and ennui) (via Scrubbles)
Must try this after a stiff round of the Who's Afraid Of Virgina Woolf variation.
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-936377772003-05-02T15:26:00.000+10:002003-05-02T22:02:08.000+10:00Before that diversionary exercise, boynton had been considering the whole blogging-writing thing (with a full set of vowels). Meredith recently linked to Jill's post which presents two different takes on the effects of blogging, while This Public Address has a great post about digital Style.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-936368792003-05-02T14:49:00.000+10:002003-05-02T14:59:27.000+10:00We've taken the Meredith E-challenge. (Very timely: we needed someone generating ideas!)
Ever since Easter we’ve been wondering whether every entry here deserves readership. Ever since the latest computer meltdown. We survived, however these events cause pause. Break the pattern. Perhaps the time’s arrived. Does ‘serious’ creative enterprise need space – other spaces? Even non-serious boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-935747412003-05-01T14:04:00.000+10:002003-05-02T12:11:44.000+10:00Boynton was following an excellent link (among so many) at Eclogues to the New Zealand Electronic Text Centre and chanced upon this letter written by John Cawte Beaglehole to his mother in 1926.
I also (& return to Melbourne) tracked down [ unclear: Maie ] Ross successfully in the ghastly crockery department of a vast concern known as Myer's Emporium Limited, which covers about four blocks & is boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-935718852003-05-01T13:11:00.000+10:002003-05-01T13:20:09.000+10:00Further to the discussion of random and cut up writing techniques is a pictorial equivalent, (perhaps a visual psychoflubber - thanks Gianna)... Web collage - exterminate all rational thought (via J walk) which collects random web images and creates a shifting collage with the claim: This is what the Internet looks like...After 2 days of near cold turkey away from her station, or quarry ( in JRboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-935176452003-04-30T17:05:00.000+10:002003-04-30T17:37:53.000+10:00Machine is back thanks to mr. computer restorer extraordinaire. Normal blogging shall commence shortly after the backlog of blog reading is attended to. In the eye of the computer crash storm, boynton was arrested by the sight of her calendar. It still said December 2002 with its generic calendar jack russell terrier.(Of course the two events may not have been related.) There was no calendar to boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-934548012003-04-29T19:02:00.000+10:002003-04-29T23:16:03.000+10:00"My house is a dump," A local resident was telling boynton last night,"but I can eat anywhere in the world in 15 minutes" This is the dilemma of moving eastwards. Boynton can walk into the CBD in 30 mins (via the magnificent elms in the Fitzroy Gardens), walk anywhere, walk to a boathouse cafe via a farm and a waterfall and high vistas of basalt cliffs, walk to an Internet Cafe in 5, walk boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-934541392003-04-29T18:37:00.000+10:002003-04-29T18:38:27.000+10:00No PC yet - so blogging where we can and not comprehensively. Just satellite dispatches from a substation that doesn't link, or even blink across the blogosphere. Blogging (the writing part) from a cyber cafe has indeed proved to be impossible. Yesterday boynton was sandwiched between hotmailers and game players - the latter yelling to each other across the consoles: @#%& Kill him...or @#%& I boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-933375522003-04-27T21:55:00.000+10:002003-04-27T21:59:35.000+10:00Jack Russell Terriers (and look alikes) from the Antique Postcards of Dogs site (via Speckled Paint)
I'm fairly obsessed with Jacks altough I have never owned one. These photos are from my postcard collection. Most of the images date from the turn of the century through the 1920s.
As a look –alike this a pretty good likeness of bronte (on the right) although this is more representative of her boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-933283642003-04-27T14:45:00.000+10:002003-04-27T14:48:26.000+10:00You know when you're a blogging addict when...your PC dies and the fisrt thing you think of is Where can I blog?....Boynton's other back-up - blogging over at Nora's is also an impossibilty as in a wave of regional harware failuire, Nora's notbook also clunked away to a horrible death overnight apparently. So here she is sitting in a Vietnamese Internet cafe, with a Vietnamese techno soundtrack boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-932896742003-04-26T20:13:00.000+10:002003-04-26T20:15:20.000+10:00Disappearing Victoria - photographs by Warren Kirk.
I see something and I instantly know that I love it and want to take its photo...
My photographs are personal documents of ordinary, everyday objects and places that are survivors of a past within my memory - and that are of interest because of their impending extinction.
It is possible that in the four and a half years since the exhibition, boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-932379302003-04-25T23:27:00.000+10:002003-04-25T23:31:32.000+10:00The red rattler of childhood. Boynton once wrote that line in a poem. It was about the old suburban “Tait” trains that used to rattle down the single Lilydale line home. When she found this page the other night it was the red rattler of nostalgia. The Nostalgia trip seemed to be the current internet destination. Tonight she had another flashback – of that oldtime Victorian religion, football. As boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-932293192003-04-25T18:17:00.000+10:002003-04-25T19:53:50.000+10:00There's a slouch hat over the second O in Google. Anzac Day. Boynton just browsed through some epitaphs from the Gallipoli Peninsula. Among the many Their Glory Shall Not Be Blotted Out, Greater Love... and None is the occasional personal memorial. A Life Of Promise Closed... Loved By All Who Knew Him... Our Sid...Sisters Florrie, Alice, Rosie Miss You Dearly, Miss You 'Will'...
BARCLAY
Privateboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-932230152003-04-25T15:08:00.000+10:002003-04-25T15:09:20.000+10:00Excellent environmental blog.The recent earth day special includes a link to a Wilderness Society slide show of the Arctic National Wildlife Refuge, coveted by oil producers. (Ron Bailey recently alerted boynton to this issue.)
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-932225672003-04-25T14:57:00.000+10:002003-04-25T14:58:12.000+10:00HaloScan says there are 2,281,300 comments out there.
As an update to the signs and signalling issue, there must be some way to embed some Fudebakudo Semaphore Kata into the blog. Boynton of course went straight for the egosemaphoring to see how boynton looks both in the karate and taekwondo form.(via bluejoh)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-931518562003-04-24T12:39:00.000+10:002003-04-25T12:56:04.000+10:00In some circles there has been much debate on truth and disclosure in blogging. (See for instance In a Dark Time and Jill/txt for excellent summaries and threads).
In terms of style, boynton thinks pure link bloggage can’t be beat. Any relevant personal information can be gleaned around the links, dot-to-dotage. She wishes she’d gone down this track, or at least had kept the commentary brief. boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-930908472003-04-23T14:04:00.000+10:002003-04-23T14:08:48.000+10:00The first image on television (via City of Tomorrow). (Boynton was idly wondering what will be the last?)
Audit sounds warning for native species"Past generations may have sleepwalked through extinctions like that of the Tasmanian Tiger. We are about to do it with our eyes wide open."
The famous footage of the doomed Tasmanian Tiger pacing round his/her enclosure. (Long colonised by Art as a boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-930377472003-04-22T20:12:00.000+10:002003-04-22T20:14:06.000+10:00In Retro we know all about sex and styling in cars
sculptured grille-work featuring twin jet pods on each side set in chrome-plated nacelles. Hooded, recessed head lamps add to the forward thrusting look
But here is a Repro sales thrust: Sexy furniture ads (via Quiddity)
We're used to revealing underwear ads and suggestive shampoo commercials. But sexy bookshelves?
Robert Thompson, professor of boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-930256502003-04-22T14:16:00.000+10:002003-04-22T14:18:29.000+10:00More house-hunting with Nora. Boynton loves going along for the Open For Inspection ride with friends, as it's a rare glimpse inside sleeping suburban exteriors. Unfortunately most of the houses inspected are teetering on the brink of the dive range, secretly biding time before demolition. Alas, the house behind the etched glass palms did not live up to its entrance. Despite the coiled fifties boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-929722782003-04-21T18:01:00.000+10:002003-04-21T18:04:16.000+10:00Animal Animator (via Sublimate... indirectly via Speckled Paint)
Also on Sublimate - and furthering the pastiche theme - a Polythene Pastiche
Beatles Discography A splendid time is guaranteed for all (via Incoming Signals).
(There is of course a logical albeit oblique link here to the Pastiche material) boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-929636392003-04-21T14:03:00.000+10:002003-04-21T14:10:14.000+10:00The Official Site of Rupert Bear (via Plep)
See the essay on the Rupert's appeal via the Nutwood Newsletter. " the joy of a fully self-consistent alternative reality"
Are Australian readers on a mass migration back to their childhood?
Why do adults like Harry Potter? (boynton hasn't read HP yet - despite having been given TPS by her young nephew who theorised: You've just got a block about it)
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-929261682003-04-20T21:02:00.000+10:002003-04-20T21:07:45.000+10:00more found letters from litter. Today Boynton found a crushed Black Douglas can, a heart shaped stone, and a piece of packing crate with the word Corinthian. Do
Letters from the bitumen.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-929190222003-04-20T14:53:00.000+10:002003-04-20T20:58:25.000+10:00Yesterday a hot air balloon landed on a suburban Melbourne rooftop
House owner Catherine Rose said she heard a loud thump.
"I thought it was our washing machine spinning off, and then - boom - it wasn't the washing machine," she said.
"Like a bubble of detergent, balloons are carried by the wind"
If this balloon landed on boynton’s house, it’d be the boom of nostalgia when all the kids kicked boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-929172992003-04-20T14:08:00.000+10:002003-04-20T15:12:46.000+10:00The non literalist Easter: Existentialist theologian Paul Tillich on the meaning of ressurection
"...The word `resurrection' has for many people the connotation of dead bodies leaving their graves or other fanciful images. But resurrection means the victory of the new state of things, the New Being born out of the death of the Old. Resurrection is not an event that might happen in some remote boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-928837122003-04-19T21:23:00.000+10:002003-04-19T21:32:33.000+10:00Palms and psalms. Nora has taken temporary care of a rogue dog, the definitive farm dog, a blue heeler. Boynton – who grew up in a house full of dogs and siblings - whose very pram was tended by an old border collie cross – still baulks when Flo enters the room. Something about the pointy ears or the yellow eyes causes a flight trigger. But she is actually quite benign, and waddles about boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-928237282003-04-18T16:06:00.000+10:002003-04-18T16:11:30.000+10:00Seeing this automobile furniture site (via the Presurfer) reminded boynton of a few of those car-centric plots featured on the Hatch's plot bank. They may have wheels afterall.
970 decides to rent lavish furnishings and car to impress old friend
44 tries to make expensive new car into art
816 tries to fix their own car
900 friend in danger - wrecks car on the wayboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-928171222003-04-18T13:39:00.000+10:002003-04-18T13:43:54.000+10:00A review of Lucinda Williams World Without Tears (via eclectica)
The problem is, Williams' work has always been defined by that struggle, by reaching so deeply within herself to prove her naysayers wrong, that her newfound success seemed something of a Pyrrhic victory. Artistic and material success is wonderful, but who wants to hear songs about how great things are going?
If The Phone Doesn'tboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-927583052003-04-17T14:15:00.000+10:002003-04-17T15:06:57.000+10:00We’ve been thinking about doorbells and visitors lately since Scott of the eye alerted boynton to the possible slippery slope down to virtual hermitville. Once upon a time boynton bought an excellent electronic type, that she swiftly had to exchange. She had managed to buy one with the same frequency channel as her neighbours They were alerted to this fact instantly as a friend of boynton's, who boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-927540662003-04-17T12:53:00.000+10:002003-04-17T20:13:53.000+10:00Six months up today for boynton. A mere blink in the blogosphere. Six months of writing in the third person - of minding the sneaky first person pronoun creep! Not even on MT yet - although mindful, watchful of the great to MT or not to MT debate.Biding time on Blogspot with its banner and google connections. Boynton could follow others and reflect on blogging like Fred did so well after a yearboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-927004622003-04-16T16:19:00.000+10:002003-04-16T20:46:51.000+10:00Writerly... J walk recently featured two sites for stumped writers needing plot ideas Hatch’s plot bank features over 2000 scenarios to spark ideas. But boynton is not sure how dramatically sustainable some are for playwrighting purposes:
64 stupid cow clock with swinging tail has to go
128 ideal mate wears inappropriate clothes to mountains –(yes - there’s a treatment in that)
while readers boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-926306482003-04-15T14:50:00.000+10:002003-04-15T14:52:00.000+10:00boynton found she had some Twain up in the higher reaches of the stacks, (the toppling piles that is) and was reading from his Australian travels “on the rail again”
It has actually taken nine hours to come from Ballarat to Bendigo. We could have saved seven by walking. However, there was no hurry.
Hunting down Horsham links the other day, boynton herself did a virtual tour of Victoria with the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-925679092003-04-14T16:29:00.000+10:002003-04-14T16:44:31.000+10:00Just when boynton was getting almost weighed down by various aspects of virtuality - reading about various cyber charades, the fake flirting personae of romance, and the attendant paranoia of new communication, of reading too much into the lines, or of reading (and disclosing) too little – of a project that tries to build a portrait from the known on-line self and filling in the guesses of the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-925150002003-04-13T14:20:00.000+10:002003-04-13T16:46:55.000+10:00Still on TV – we’re up for the last episode of Ken Burns' Mark Twain tonight.
It was amusing – albeit in the usual our-place-in-the-world reality check way – that the only mention of oz- that us – in MT's Australian travels was his appearance in Horsham, a small town in the Victorian Wimmera. A fitting sidelight to a footnote?
If you have a spare 20 mins a good interview with Ken Burns here boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-925095692003-04-13T11:58:00.000+10:002003-04-13T16:49:11.000+10:00It was rather bizarre seeing Michael Parkinson interview Michael Aspel last night on Parkinson. Two silver haired seventy year old gentleman-talk show hosts, of the "relaxed, well-groomed, and attentive to his guests' feelings" school (vintage?) chatting about chatting. At times it was a mirror image, revived after the oblivion of parody. (Boynton knows she's seen at least one sketch where the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-924686442003-04-12T14:28:00.000+10:002003-04-12T14:32:03.000+10:00As a child boynton fell for Burt Ward big time. (It's alright apparently because Customers also bought a poster of James Dean).
So it was exciting, but disturbing to hear him sing on this amazing site (via Bluejoh)
Cause the ceiling fell in and the bottom fell out
I went into a spin…
Oh!…I didn’t know what kind of trip I was in
Orange Colored Sky.
boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-924078782003-04-11T14:43:00.000+10:002003-04-11T15:05:13.000+10:00As a follow up to the subterranean shopping centre blues post of 9/4, Mall–aise (one of several photo essays by Herman Krieger.(via Plep)
Boynton was reading Tom Milner’s latest (10/4) on Paul Fussell’s study in Class in America and saw the Baseball caps indicator:
"Or the wearing of baseball caps, especially when the plastic fastener faces front. If the cap is also "legible," the lower the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-923394152003-04-10T14:44:00.000+10:002003-04-12T19:39:02.000+10:00boynton followed the link to the google "biggest in Southern Hemisphere" and got to page 30. This is a selection:
(Update: for non-Australians, this seems to be a popular national unit of comparison/compensation. A hemispherical cringe.)
The Biggest Field Day and Hamfest in the Southern Hemisphere
the biggest Telescope, biggest dairy show and sale, richest rodeo
Leading public works show, the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-923224442003-04-10T09:32:00.000+10:002003-04-10T09:32:47.046+10:00Commenting is temporarily onlineboyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-922672862003-04-09T14:01:00.000+10:002003-04-09T14:05:25.000+10:00just when you think your Jack Russell Terrier is brainy, bronte goes and rushes at two small concrete ugly garden ornaments, dog and duck, obviously inanimate, not even to scale. She jumped onto the wobbly table to sniff them out. “Are you embarrassed? You should be.” boynton remarked.boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-922614702003-04-09T12:25:00.000+10:002003-04-09T13:23:36.000+10:00Went to a supermarket for diversion last night. Of course it may be the biggest in the Southern Hemisphere. This is part of the dreaded Victoria Gardens complex with its apartments cinemas and Swedish furniture store. For most of last century the site was occupied by the massive Vickers Ruwolt factory. Travelling into the city from the east as you crossed the river and the cutting you drove boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-922230032003-04-09T00:37:00.000+10:002003-04-09T00:39:02.000+10:00boynton was delighted to learn that her recent Google Poem has been included in the (ongoing) anthology. Leevi Lehto's Google Poem engine is such a wonderful, metaphoric thing. boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-921993802003-04-08T14:31:00.000+10:002003-04-08T14:37:52.000+10:00the way small country towns of 200 people could field a brass band, or stage a cricket match almost from scratch.
In the photographs of reclining gents you can substitute bats for trumpets, cornets for stumps
Nineteenth century lower case community.
cricket and poetry at cordite (via Invisible Shoebox - comments)boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-921271022003-04-07T14:22:00.000+10:002003-04-07T23:44:57.000+10:00Smoke in the air from a controlled burn gone wrong. Boynton saw the fire last night as she travelled home from Castlemaine. It was the last day of the biennial Festival and she did a few exhibitions, unlike previous years when she was able to see more shows over the ten days. One of the highlights was seeing Julie Millowick's A Year in Our Lives - a narrative in photograms. (This can now be boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-920596102003-04-06T08:45:00.000+10:002003-04-06T08:49:22.000+10:00Yesterday’s Blue Skies midi file was found on this excellent children’s site by the US National Institute of Environmental Health Sciences. Boynton immediately went to the”favourites” menu and found this old fave song. But as is often the way on the web, she “can't take her eyes off” the hyperlink, and it seems that one of the purposes of the web site is to embed health information in the boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3863521.post-920312682003-04-05T18:05:00.000+10:002003-04-05T18:05:33.123+10:00When Melbourne turns on a beautiful Saturday like this, it's no time for bloggin. This cloud bursting game (via b3ta) reflects the spirit of the blue skies bounty. So Boynton was out walking with a friend, soaking up the sunshine, before Doug - that's Derg - bounded down into the river and couldn't climb out. So Boynton managed eventually to haul him out and roll him back up the cliff, muddying boyntonhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14018259111564295592noreply@blogger.com