Today was a bit of a tough one after last night's lengthy movie debrief session. I think the low polar latitudes and the lower spin rate of the Earth leaves more beer bubbles inside your head in the morning exasperating what would normally be a mild if not nonexistent hangover the next day. Anyway, that's my excuse and I'm sticking to it.
Work wise there is not a lot to report. After ARPANSA I started the commissioning testing of the radio console system to make sure it's all tickety boo for V1 aircraft landing here in November. I also ripped a heap of DVD's and VCD's and copied a lot of movies, documentaries, TV and music videos form out newly rebuilt entertainment server.
I really wanted to have a spa but when I got there the cover was missing and the power had been turned off and the water was a chilly ten degrees. The cover had been taken away for repair and the spa turned off. What a bummer, so I turned it back on so I could at least have a spa tomorrow.
Luc our weather observer predicted our first one hundred knot blizzard this weekend so no one will be going out into the field this weekend. After dinner I watched a couple of music videos including Kings of Leon and the rolling stones.
Hi Craig
ReplyDeleteI conjured up visions of cauldrons and bubbles so here is a poem for you.
William Shakespeare (1564-1616)
from Macbeth
A dark Cave. In the middle, a Caldron boiling. Thunder.
Enter the three Witches.
1 WITCH. Thrice the brinded cat hath mew'd.
2 WITCH. Thrice and once, the hedge-pig whin'd.
3 WITCH. Harpier cries:—'tis time! 'tis time!
1 WITCH. Round about the caldron go;
In the poison'd entrails throw.—
Toad, that under cold stone,
Days and nights has thirty-one;
Swelter'd venom sleeping got,
Boil thou first i' the charmed pot!
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Fillet of a fenny snake,
In the caldron boil and bake;
Eye of newt, and toe of frog,
Wool of bat, and tongue of dog,
Adder's fork, and blind-worm's sting,
Lizard's leg, and owlet's wing,—
For a charm of powerful trouble,
Like a hell-broth boil and bubble.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
3 WITCH. Scale of dragon; tooth of wolf;
Witches' mummy; maw and gulf
Of the ravin'd salt-sea shark;
Root of hemlock digg'd i the dark;
Liver of blaspheming Jew;
Gall of goat, and slips of yew
Sliver'd in the moon's eclipse;
Nose of Turk, and Tartar's lips;
Finger of birth-strangled babe
Ditch-deliver'd by a drab,—
Make the gruel thick and slab:
Add thereto a tiger's chaudron,
For the ingrediants of our caldron.
ALL. Double, double toil and trouble;
Fire burn, and caldron bubble.
2 WITCH. Cool it with a baboon's blood,
Then the charm is firm and good.
brinded - having obscure dark streaks or flecks on gray
gulf - the throat
drab - prostitute
chaudron - entrails
The above appears at the beginning of Act IV, Scene 1 as found in:
Shakespeare, William. The Globe Illustrated Shakespeare: The Complete Works Annotated. Howard Staunton ed. New York: Gramercy Books, 1993.