Very educational and amusing Pug, I’m learning a lot from you, I think you have the whole universe sussed out and only release tantalising clues every now and then, and quite right too, why should you let anyone else take the credit away from you, keep 'em guessing.:-D;-)
Lets hope it’s all Bollocks.
Well,Spitfire that depends on a thing called ‘Curved space’.
Coz if THAT’S right,you can look your plums right in the face.
Which in turn equals paradox for the whole human race.
We’ll arrive at The Gates,in total disgrace!
Old Santa has become a bore
I don’t want to see him anymore
In times gone by I did like him
now he’s just a passing whim.
Coca cola made him what he is today
But I preferred him the old fashioned way.
I used to hang my sock where it could be seen
now I just chuck ‘em in the washing machine.
So pack your bag Santa and off you go
and you know where you can stick your Ho Ho Ho.
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I saw mummy kissing SANTA CLAUSE
underneath the mistletoe last night
I don’t like it & the reason’s because
Lying to kids, just is wrong ,not right.
thanks for Southern Comfort nurse Gillian.
oh my so many comments digest and ponder:
when a large oak falls to the ground in the forest and no one is around does it make a sound at all?
santa claus - I did prefer Claude Jeremiah Greengrasses version of him
I used to be able to look down and see my balls quite easily but now I have to put blind!
my wife tells me that when I am ‘sound’ asleep that I snore quite loudly and I sometimes stop breathing for a while ‘cheyne stokeing’ does that mean that I become deaf when asleep?
Gumbud-the answer to the tree question is ‘yes’.
Only in a total vacuum would no sound be emitted/received.
[no air or water to transmit the pressure waves,y’see]
Damnit,I’m far too interested in science.
In things I’ve read,seen or heard.
I just can’t help it-I find it fascinating.
…I think I just might be a ‘nerd’…
not sure if I agree - I understand that pressure waves are emitted and transmitted but doesn’t the human ear drum have to change this into ‘sound’? and secondly if we placed a tape-recorder in the forest could this pick up the waves tranfered into sound?
no no can’t agree on second time around - if the tree falls in the forest and there are no human ear drums or tape recorders - yes waves of energy will trave maybe but they will not be recongized as ‘sound’
oh so you’re givin up after the tree?? tish tosh and off with his nosh
oh dear my ears are getting very sore
cos someone’s banging on the floor
I want to live inside a vacuum
cos spirits don’t breathe
like father neptune
Ah,but hang on a mo,gumbud;
the ‘Fire-bellied’ toad doesn’t HAVE ears…it ‘hears’ through it’s lungs!
Plus,newts,salamanders and turtles…none of them have ears.
Nor,I believe,do snakes.
But ALL of them would react to the sound of a tree crashing down!
See,your ears are for external use.
You have earlobes-unlike the average goose.
Plus,sound-recorders rely on air distortion,
Of which most sounds generate a goodly portion.
But by definition a vacuum is distortion-free.
…so you’re not going to hear that tree…
the simple question WAS - "does a tree crashing with no human around make a ‘sound’ "- you have just stated it your self NO SOUND AS SUCH but a felt WAVE - waves are different from sounds and anyway what about the other questions - you moribund?
Gumbud, this tree of which you spoke
Have you ever seen a fallen Oak?
Or witnessed a Weeping Willow Croak
Trees are stoic, silent in decline
Defiant of the parameters of Human time
Have we agreed a Cedar Ceeds
What’s that on the floor
A Sickamore?
Play nicely lads
Yes.
Plus fully qualified to PUADEFSO002C level in both sub and surface sonar operations.
[CENTER]A fallen tree?[/CENTER]
I hear that plants do music love
But who can prove what moves the bud
When oaks do fall and make a ‘bang’
The wee small plant just shakes and stands
I have no ears says fragile lily
But your love sent waves can make me silly
But ‘bang’ with all your might you may
I’ll live to stand another day
What is a ‘crash’ I hear you ask
Is it a ‘bang’ that’s just been trashed
I wouldn’t know says beetle small
My shell though small can withstand all!
The horse through forest goes clip clop
Is that clip sharp and flattened clop
How did Beethoven ‘hear’ the notes
He was stone deaf but still he wrote?
The silence is just deafening me
All this spoken word of fallen trees
Or did I mean twas written word
These scientists are such silly nerds!
Musings from the wall!
as a young lad I lived in the countryside of Cheshire and would often be lulled to sleep and indeed mesmerized by the haunting sounds of steam trains passing by. when I say passing by I do not mean ‘passing by my window’ but some miles away. But the still night air would allow the sound of the whistle blowing and the wheels clattering to reach my wee small bedroom.
Years later I am staying in the mining town of Ballarat in OZ - steeped in mining history and of course the uprising of the Eureka Stockade AND trains. Today all the trains are electric of course and run past my respite within 700 meters. As a lay in bed tonight I hear the whistle of the cargo train, compulsory I believe as it passes through the town and now of course an electric whistle. And I hear too the clattering and rumbling of that same train. And even more it’s vibrations as it rocks the foundations of the house and vibrates the old fashioned clock on the wall which itself is now a battery operated one. Oh how we have changed but old memories remain the same!
Ps: I visited the Eureka Stockade a week ago. Now a fully electronic museum explaining the price of liberty and democracy and the hard fight those original miners fought to defend the right to mine without unreasonable taxes - sometimes with their lives!
Nice times remembered Gumbud, true, memories never do change.
Variety sure is the spice of life and that leads me to a question that has always puzzled me. Why do Men go bald and Women don’t?
“Women do secrete some testosterone, but they also secrete female hormones, progesterone and oestrogen, which trump the testosterone, thus women don’t go bald. That is, until the menopause, when sometimes you can see balding women. That’s why you also sometimes see elderly women with facial hair”
Great to be able to get the answers at the tip of your fingers aint it.
Oh if only I could invest alone
in a large bottle of testosterone
My head it might scald
but I’d never go bald
when they lay me down on the rest stone.
Jem, it’s all in the jeans
I’ve heard a tree that rustled at me
And hugged a tree with loving glee
I’ve often pined for fallen pines
And walked amongst those red woods fine
The sycamore is sick no more
And we’ve stopped the beaching of the beech
The weeping willow weeps no more
Not one small croak just copious tears
The jarrah tree is tough as hell
It’s brought on many a saws death knell
The boab has such fruits to share
And stands with roots up in the air!
I’ve bounced off many a rubber tree
Eaten gooseberries from a gooseberry tree
Sat with some jolly swagmen three
Under the shade of a coulibah tree
I once climbed a raintree but found no rain
And after the whiteboard came along
The blackboard tree could live so long
etc etc etc etc
Beautiful that Gumbud.
I’ve always loved trees, sitting under them, climbing them, swinging from them, making bows and arrows from their branches, a tree is a one man disneyland to a young boy, and I have many happy memories of my brother, me, and the old oak tree in the granny’s back garden. Trees are right up there at the top of the list of Gods finest creations as far as I’m concerned.
Xmas poem for Jem
[CENTER]Granny’s Old Oak Tree[/CENTER]
I’ve been around for many years
But never felt alone
My pals drop ‘round everyday
And I hear their every groan
“me muvver makes me work too hard
And Da I never see
He comes home too late at night
And I’m still up the tree!”
“At least he built me my own ‘home’
Well for me bruvver too
It’s our own secret den ya know
Me mates don’t have a clue”
They share with me their ‘stories’
Of their plans and doubts and fears
They sometimes talk of movin on
Next week, next month, next year?
They climb amongst me branches
I can feel their souls touch mine
And when they swing they move me so
Our rhythms are entwined
I guess I may outlive them
If they let me grow in peace
But I’ll keep their swing a swingin
With every breeze that I can feel