Escobar's "Cocaine Hippos" now number some 170 in Colombia "and there is a potential for the population to increase to 1,000 by the year 2035." I can't help but think they would have thrived in the bayous, with hippo gumbo as a local delicacy.
The only time I've seen them - and the only time they make sense - is in compact areas where the house wall is on the edge of the property line, so you can easily look up and down the street.
That's the Sankt Jørgensbjerg neighborhood of Roskilde, which was a fishing village long before automobiles were even a concept. It's now a very desirable part of town. With Google Street View you can find a few other mirrors in that neighborhood.
When I bought my first house there was a small "room" dug into the crawlspace, with the dirt held back by plywood and stakes - a grow room, I assume. The home inspector report barely made mention of it. Nothing at all like this amazing train setup, alas.
Hey, cool - I've been there! Back in 2004 I went to a conference in Glasgow. (It's where and when I learned to enjoy whisky.) Afterwards I did an American-style driving trip around Scotland for three days. On my last day, after Stirling Castle, I looked on the map and saw this castle nearby.
Yes, I got to play the coconut shells in the gift shop. Worked like a charm!
It was neat to walk around and recognize places from the film.
And of course there's no J in Latin, as Indiana Jones remembered at the last moment while walking the Path of God. Oh, here's a neat story about about how John Paul II insisted on the "J" in his Latin name.
Its definition of "Cyprus" excludes what only Turkey recognizes as the Turkish Republic of Northern Cyprus, and its definition of Denmark excludes Greenland.
Reading of the birds and the attempts to kill them with shotguns reminds me, with sorrow, of the extinction of the passenger pigeon, once so prolific they changed forest ecosystems. Audubon described one time when it took three days for the mega-flock to fly by [The Birds of America, v5]: "The air was literally filled with Pigeons; the light of noon-day was obscured as by an eclipse, the dung fell in spots, not unlike melting flakes of snow; and the continued buzz of wings had a tendency to lull my senses to repose."
Florida's timezone difference helped me get into grad school.
I had to take the GRE but the slots in Tallahassee were booked up, so I decided to take it in Panama City, which is an hour's drive away. Somehow I woke up late, with a scant hour to get to PC. I threw on my clothes and started driving. Then to my relief I passed the sign welcoming travelers to the Central Time Zone and reminding us to set our clocks back an hour.
That meant I had time to eat breakfast and still arrive early for the test, in a calm state of mind.
Until this video I never realized how odd it is that the west Florida panhandle and east Oregon were only one timezone apart.
That was a good hint! An English StackExchange discussion lists terms like "the deck", "the rear deck", with "back dash" as colloquial phrase, and "package shelf" for the UK, and with many (including my wife) using simply "the back window". (I think that last is a form of metonymy - if so, my 11th grade English teacher would be pleased.)
Here's an example of the mirror mounted on a house in Denmark.
That's the Sankt Jørgensbjerg neighborhood of Roskilde, which was a fishing village long before automobiles were even a concept. It's now a very desirable part of town. With Google Street View you can find a few other mirrors in that neighborhood.
Yes, I got to play the coconut shells in the gift shop. Worked like a charm!
It was neat to walk around and recognize places from the film.
Oh, here's a neat story about about how John Paul II insisted on the "J" in his Latin name.
... And get one of those snowball making forms.
I had to take the GRE but the slots in Tallahassee were booked up, so I decided to take it in Panama City, which is an hour's drive away. Somehow I woke up late, with a scant hour to get to PC. I threw on my clothes and started driving. Then to my relief I passed the sign welcoming travelers to the Central Time Zone and reminding us to set our clocks back an hour.
That meant I had time to eat breakfast and still arrive early for the test, in a calm state of mind.
Until this video I never realized how odd it is that the west Florida panhandle and east Oregon were only one timezone apart.
(I think that last is a form of metonymy - if so, my 11th grade English teacher would be pleased.)