Uncle Bertie’s ankles are subjected to quite a bit of abuse in this song.  In subsequent verses, they’re bitten, kicked, broken, stung, and burned.  Finally, he’s eaten by a bear, leaving the ankles unharmed.  Poor Uncle Bertie!

A bit of low-tech rubber stamp stereoscopy: cross your eyes for a 3-D scene.

A round about time.

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One of our more unusual vice presidents, Dick Cheney, has been in the news again.  I combined two photos of him for this portrait, done back when he was in office.

I write musical acronyms by taking the first beat of every measure from a given piece.  For the first one, I chose Haydn’s sparkling piano sonata in C major, XVI/35.  The result keeps much of the character of Haydn, but is shorter and a bit more abrupt.  It’s still surprisingly coherent, though; Haydn’s clarity shines through.

I’ve always felt sorry for Jesus’s brother James, destined to be overshadowed.  But then, he wasn’t crucified, either.  Here are the first four verses of six.

I found a musical cipher on a tearsheet from an old encyclopedia, so I wrote a quatrain to try it out. This is what it sounds like.

Translating verse is difficult enough; it’s harder to try to retain the rhyme and meter.  Some paraphrase is always required, but it often comes closer to the original poem than a more literal rendition.  It is, at any rate, a challenging writing exercise.  Here’s my version of a verse by Jean de la Fontaine, from his first collection of tales in verse, 1665.