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Tuesday, 18 August 2026

Tree Of Knowledge Or Knowledge Of Tree?

You May Be Ahead Of Me Here

So I shall try shifting tracks in order to throw you off the scent, as it's a bit irksome if your audience are cleverer than you are.  Art!


     Hay Pesto, the Tree of Knowledge, more mouthfully known as 'The Tree Of Knowledge Of Good And Evil', one dendron paired with the Tree Of Life in the Garden of Eden.  God warned Adam and Eve 'Thou shalt not eat of it' which OF COURSE meant they just had to try a nibble at one of the apples, since nothing tempts like forbidden fruit.  Then they were gifted with the knowledge of Good and Evil, although the opportunities to practice either in the great outdoors when there's only two of you must be limited.  Thus they were banished from Eden, having to learn animal husbandry and the three-field system, also double-entry book-keeping.

     ANYWAY I am indebted to my 'Brewer's' for a whole lot of fabled information about different species of trees.  Art!  

  

     That's an Ash tree, supposedly benign and a healer.  Not if you've read the M. R. James ghost story about an ash tree, which I won't go into lest you get the squitters.  Art!

'Benign' my hairy hindquarters!

     Then there's the Birch, allegedly able to protect babies from fairies yet not schoolboys from hostile masters.  Or the Elder, that guards against disease and cures it.  Call me a cynic but I think I'd prefer a GP to a tree, even if it is hard to get an appointment.  Art!


     In contrition, Conrad has to admit that Elderflower Cordial is jolly nice stuff but wouldn't it be cheaper if they sold it in plastic bottles?  Just a worldly thought.

     I could go on, and probably will, but we need to more on to the second part of today's title rather than listing fifteen hundred species of trees and their mythical qualities, such as the exquisitely dangerous Bottle 'o Beer Tree, that needs to be drained daily.

     So!  Who needs to know all about trees?  Lawyers, attorneys and solicitors, that's who, because trees are extremely Dog Buns! expensive to replace when felled in error, spite or greed.  We've gone over many cases of Tree Law on the blog, which has still not exhausted the subject, since Hom. Sap. are always falling foul of it.  Art!


     The sardonic, if not saturnine, Devin Stone, who runs the 'Legal Eagle' Youtube channel and who manages to make case law entertaining and amusing.  He brought up 3 'Tree law' cases recently, one of which we covered in great depth thanks to it being resolved.  What 'Tree law' afficionados fail to mention is that their cases often take years to get resolved; one on Youtube I read last week took SIX YEARS to arrive at a trial and verdict.

     Let us now move onto Devin's second case, involving a friend of his channel: Philip DeFranco, whom has his own Youtube channel.  Phil and wife Linzi moved back to Georgia in 2024 from California, buying a property with an enormous array of woodland on their side of the boundary line, thanks to a previous owner buying up an adjacent lot for privacy purposes.  Art!


     Phil and sproglets enjoying brekker undisturbed by anyone else.  Definitely 'Before'.

     Their neighbour, Dr. Leo Eliezer, had a retention pond that he wanted to fill in, whatever one of those is.  Hang on - Art!


     It retains water, such as rainwater, and releases it slowly into river systems, trapping heavier pollutants in the sediment.

     The bad Doctor approached the DeFrancos, saying that he wanted to remove 'a couple' of trees on their property for this home renovation project, that he would mark and indicate which were to go, and would notify them before anything was felled.

     A year passed with nothing happening.  Then, suddenly in November 2025 -

     THE TREES WERE ALL GONE!  He lied.  There was no communication, just a mass felling of lumber, with the stumps also being removed, which is quite a job.  Art!


     Most definitely the 'After' shot.  Linz took up the legal cudgels on this one, as presumably Phil has a full-time legal job and wished to avoid a busman's holiday.  Her Tik Tok - whatever that is - video got 3 million views and a flood of people chorusing 'TREE LAW!  TREE LAW!' and pushing for at least nuking the bad Doctor.  

     Linz went the approved non-nuclear route, consulting an arborist, who came out and assessed that 178 trees had been removed, which would cost - sit down here before your knees weaken - $237,000 to replace.  On top of which there would need to be another $263,000 for landscape and ecology remediation.  A cool half-million dollars in total.  This is why Tree Law can get verrrry costly.  Art!

Linz lawyering up

     The DeFrancos - I like to put the plural there to indicate that Phil is providing moral support and beer-drinking services whilst the suit is ongoing - are also getting a professional surveyor to mark out the boundary lines to determine exactly where there land is and isn't.  Not as satisfying a nuking your neighbour but it counts for more in the legal long term.

     I am going to call a halt here as there are more juicy details to deliver, and also Devin weighs in with a legal perspective on what happened.  Be advised that this is 9 months after the event and don't expect any resolution until probably this time next year.  


October In Switzerland

Hmmmm to judge from what you see, this month is a lot more pleasant than the grey foggy soggy boggy melange of melancholia we here in This Sceptred Isle have to cope with.  Art!


     Ami from 'Flavour Trip' disporting in a short skirt and sleeveless top, meaning temperatures aren't too low.  Surprisingly enough when situated next to a racing river up in the foothills of the mountains.  Berne, we are told.  I rather wonder if they didn't record it a few months earlier and release it later.

     ANYWAY being used as background music.


In Complete Contrast

Conrad is still looking at the list of post-apocalyptic novels from the website that began by looking at those similar to 'Greybeard', the novel by Brian Aldiss.  Art!


     Well, I recognised the next one on their list.  Art!


     The title is Latin for 'God of Wrath' and the deity invoked in this novel brings about World War Three and the destruction of nearly all civilisation.  It's actually a collaboration with Roger Zelazny, that both authors wrote intermittently over at least seven years, and one day Conrad might sit down and work out who wrote what.  Yes, there's probably a website that already analysed it, but where's the fun in that?  Caution, deals with religious philosophy quite as much as rogue robots and hyper-intelligent rats.

     Edited to add: there are 10 entries per page and I just spotted this at the bottom - Art!


Whilst On The Subject Of Books

I was even badder and ordered another book from Abebooks this morning.  Art!


     Since brewing my ginger beer has been so simple and rewarding.  I did have a glass of the 'light' bottle yesteryon as it was my birthday, and look forward to the other 3 bottles once the dry season ends 28/08/2026.  Art!


     I have vague memories of trying homebrewing a good forty years ago and cannot remember anything except you need a hydrometer to measure proof.


Ask A Leading Question

Of late, the media re now full of stories and pictures of Natalie Harp, Donnie Dorko's shadow who seems to have suddenly moved into the limelight.  Art!

Someone's had their Weetabix

     Her nickname is 'The Human Printer' because - she prints things?  Officially she's a 'Special Assistant and Executive Assistant' to him, so one presumes she types out his Truths, as he was barely literate before his brain transubstantiated (I encountered that one in my 'Collins Concise' this morning) into mashed potato.

     The counterpoint to Natty, of course - obviously! - is asked by 'The Guardian'.


     Hiding!

     Sweepstake on when the divorce occurs, anyone?




Monday, 17 August 2026

Pop Culture

NO!  This Is Not About My Ginger Beer

Although the latest batch is coming along fine.  I did the cracking-of-the-seals yesteryon and they barely hissed when opened, meaning the fermentation has almost ceased.   As a result I may have a chilled glass from the weakest-brew bottle to celebrate being officially an Old Dastard on Monday, whatever day you're reading this.  Art!


     Who is this?  O  I thought you'd never ask!  Meet Robert* Southey, the poet, who was the man coining the phrase 'pop' when he heard the cork being pulled from a bottle of carbonated swill.  Or 'beverage' as he was all poetic, like.  Art!


     There they are, the rascals.  Conrad will miss their effervescent rage when the cap is cracked of a morning as the contents roil and threaten, since they give off a really nice musty ginger scent.  Which is to be expected.  Were they to whiff of mangosteen I'd be worried.

     ANYWAY that, as per usual, is what we're not talking about.  Instead, we're going back to that font of froth 'The Lamb Lies Down On Broadway' and Part Two of our approach to the lyrics of 'Broadway Melody of 1974'.  So-called because the song is from 1974.  Which is to be expected.  Were the title to reference 1874 I'd be worried.  Art!

Peter the petunia

     Yes, in response to your unanswered question, we have already covered the lyrics to BMO1974, but not the liner notes, which are another story in themselves.  Art!


     This is the original layout, deliberately confusing and obtuse you might think, and you'd be right.  The CD version is at least laid out legibly.

     So, onto the notes, which mention Bing Crosby, crooning about 'dollar collar'.  Remember this is from 1974, when nobody had a clue about how ruthless and mercenary Bing was, so Peter hit the nail on the head by accident.  Art!

"Bing's mask slipped for a moment"

     Conrad unsure what the pencil is for - signing a contract after being dipped in blood?  Bing might be considered the closest thing to a 'pop' singer in this whole set of notes.  Art!


   That's Martin Luther King, to whom Peter attributes the jolly command 'Everybody sing!' before ringing the liberty bell.  Art!


      More pop culture for you, since which program uses 'The Liberty Bell' march as it's theme tune?  Yes, 'Monty Python'.  Which is acceptable.  If it were the 'Nine O'Clock News' I would be mildly bothered.
     Next up in this parade of paradigms is 'Leary, weary of his prison cell, walks on heaven, talks on hell.'

     Art!


     Say how'dyeto to Timothy Leary, South Canadian psychologist and counter-culture cove, who pushed for everyone to take LSD and trip out all the time.  The Establishment did not take kindly to a qualified psychologist putting forth such ideas and he spent time in prison for possessing marijuana.  That line about 'walks on heaven, talks on hell' may be a sly reference to 'The Doors Of Perception' by Aldous Huxley, which is as far down the rabbit hole as we're going today.  Art!


     Not being bothered with such nonsense as good taste, Peter goes on to invoke JFK, and a drink I'd never heard of: Orange Julius.  Let me dig - 


     It's made from orange juice concentrate, milk, sugar, vanilla extract, egg white powder and ice.  Hmmmm.  Probably not the best drink for a diabetic <sighs heavily> but props to Pete for picking a cocktail so obscure at the time, as we are talking 50 years gone.  He also mentions another drink: Lemon Brutus.  Is this a thing?  <checks>  Nope.  Art!

     No such thing extant.

     And now - boring reality intervenes.  'Medicare'.  Kudos to a British musician and lyricist knowing that this institution even exists, although he uses it as an introduction to bring in more poppers: "Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers are dancing through the air" O rly?  What's holding them up, audience anticipation?  Force fields?  Piano wire?  Art!


     It's a bit hokey, having to resort to state medical care to rhyme with a pair of hoofers.  Then Pete trots out 'Stars and Stripes' the song not the magazine.  Art!


      - once again we put forward another item we're not talking about, since it is a lot more immediate than a music score.
     The liner notes end with 'Then the blackout'.  In case you're not counting, this is the third time Rael, our protagonist, may have died, meaning everything that follows is what his quickly-cooling brain delivers up.  Ha! take that interpretation, Gabriel!

 

You Absolutely Do Not Need To Pimp 'Abebooks' To Me

The adverts for the website keep on popping up on Youtube.  Art!


     They reallllly don't need to promote this site, for did I not go on their website last night and order another 'The Mediterranean And Middle East' Volume I of the Official History?  Well yes I did because I was bad.

  
      For the bargain price of £30, which is so low it would have been rude not to buy it. 



A Brace Of Bruce

Since I omitted a Bruce Pennington artwork from the 'Sci-Fi Art' Youtube channel yesteryon, I am going to post two today.  So there.  Take it on the chin and don't look hangdog.  Art!


     Ol' Brucie has come up with what looks like an industrial processing plant of the 22nd century.  Perhaps.  Maybe those big spheres fall off once they're full of properly refined Unobtanium? except the plant workers would need extremely heavy-duty PPE.  Perhaps it's a 'Get Your Sphere Here' plant?  Whichever or whatever, it seems to need a fairly significant vertical component.  Art!


     No, it's not a time-manufactory.  The book is a collection of short stories, so there may be one in there about time, but I'm not going to buy it and read all the stories to satisfy your curiosity.  Art!


     What you're looking at appears to be a military science-fiction cover illo, with the soldiery clad in rather insectile armour or spacesuits or both.  I seem to recall seeing this as a cover, for one of the 'Stainless Steel Rat' novels possibly?  There may be a confirmation picture after the one above, let me check.  


     Conrad triumphant!  There's tricks in the old dog yet.  You have to trust me that I didn't peek ahead.  I have an honest face.

     If you went into this book expecting blood and thunder, think again.  Slippery Jim Di Griz, the anti-hero, avoids violence if possible and killing at all costs, a nice moral compass.  He does steal things, mind, so possibly not quite the most moral character.  Harrison is also one to satirise all the tropes in science-fiction quite mercilessly, to humourous effect.  


Now I Really Am Old

65 if you haven't been keeping track.  Occasionally one gets reminded of how much of a fossil one is, as with the Facebook page for 'Eels'.  Art!


     It's a brilliant album, well worth adding to your collection. The thing is, as the blurb on FB says, it came out 30 years ago.  That was when Butch and Tommy were still in the band and the miserable lyrics of 'Novocaine For The Soul' were being broadcast over the airwaves.  A colleague heard the song and asked me to explain exactly what 'Novocaine' was; artificial cocaine as invented by the Teutons during the Second Unpleasantness as the real thing was so scarce.  


Do You Hate Your Pet?

Conrad keeps seeing adverts for a pet's medical service that crop up as often as do 'Abebooks' ads.  He is not very sanguine about their title.  Imagine if your GP was 'Doctor Slaughter', which is a real doctor's name I've been given when at work.  Art!


     Yes, you read that right: 'Veg'.  Imagine taking a high-spirited dog or your average cat in there and they get offered the Veg service.  Watch out if they branch off into care for Hom. Sap.  


And with that we are done!

I may bloviate later in more detail about Degsy's birthday present whilst eating Wonder Wifey's, we shall see.




*  Excellent first name

Sunday, 16 August 2026

The Maleficent Miasma Of Manglement!

I'm Going to Cobble Together A Few Separate Accounts Of Dolts-In-Office

Because I can, because I like to put forward Dreadful Warnings, and because we need a break from the Eastern Front of the First Unpleasantness.  Too much of a good thing and all that.  Conrad doesn't think he could pad a single tale out to the required length, so we shall proceed with them now.  Art!

1.2 million views

865K subscribers

     Thanks to meeting up with Darling Daughter on Sunday for a pre-65th birthday dinner, I was able to get the name and media for the background music used in the Air-bnb at Wool last year.  'Flavour Trip' from Youtube.  Their schtick is playing dance tracks whilst cooking, a trickier process than you might think.

      ANYWAY onto Fable The First, which deals with a logistics company, who had their own in-house software to run functions such as billing, inventory, stock control, invoicing, transportation status, shipping costs, etcetera etcetera; their entire IT system, in other words.  I shall call it MONOLITH, in honour of that very same artefact in '2001', for it was over 20 years old.

     'How had they kept it functioning for so long? O aged sage.' I hear you ask, and pausing only to preen the tache a little at 'sage', I shall explicate.  Art!


     The Legacy Team is why.  What you see above is not mere exaggeration; over the span of two decades this team had accumulated incalculable files, manuals and updated documents about how to run MONOLITH, how to troubleshoot it, how to maintain it and how to give it a cardy and woolly hat when it got cold.  Nor was that all, they also had electronic files backed up on the company server.

     A single shared drive?  The board at this company have never heard of 'Bus Factor One' nor buying a secondary server.  Art!

     


     As proof that the Board and senior management at this company were akin to mental flotsam that had floated into positions of superiority, they decided that since a new operating system was going to replace MONOLITH, Legacy were both a waste of space and money.  Legacy were ordered to physically destroy all the physical files they had, thus freeing up a lot of space in their shortly-to-be-empty room, as well as all the files on the server.

     DANGER WILL ROBINSON!

Sincere if a little repetitive

     The Legacy Team made sure that their seniors were asked the question 'D'you think that's wise, sir?' in order to get the response 'Yes' in an e-mail chain, as they knew the instructions to 'Destroy all paperwork' and 'Delete all digital files' and 'Revert all computers back to factory settings' would come back to bite someone on the gluteus max.  Art!

When you hear this phrase, think twice

     Then they rode off into the sunset.

     For three months MONOLITH plodded along, until there was a power outage that broke the system.  Nothing could be added as stock, stopping any invoices from being issued, leading to hand-written notes, Excel spread sheets filled in by individuals, using an invoice template for manual input, and checking every single payment received against paper records.  All the things that MONOLITH used to do automatically in minutes were now taking the staff days of overtime to action.  Art!

"Ah - Legacy Team -'

     Yes, manglement tried to contact the Legacy Team to come back and help fix things.

      Legacy Team politely told them there was no way on God's green earth that they could resurrect anything BECAUSE ALL THE MANUALS AND DIGITAL FILES HAD BEEN SCRAPPED.

    The replacement for MONOLITH at this point was still a year off.

     Someone in management is going to 'look for other opportunities' thanks to the chaos and overtime billing.

     Legacy!  That leads to the second instalment, about Ted, who was an old geezer on the verge of retiring.  You could say he was - er - daTED.  Ted's job involved health data analysis, where he would monthly e-mail data and links for managers to get government grants.  Art!


     Ted had been doing his job for so long that he was just taken for granted as part of the scenery; in other words, he was legacy.  Enter a new manager, Sally, who does not like Ted.  He is - er - detesTED.  She directs all his previous monthly e-mails go to her, which she promptly ignores.  When redundancy looms, she makes sure Ted is on the list to be fired NONE OF THAT 'LET GO' NONSENSE HERE and takes great delight in telling him so.

     Ted had three months before the redundancy comes into play, so he -  ah - plotTED.  He negotiates with HR that he'll take 3 months sick pay ahead of the redundancy and not bother fighting it.  HR agree and tell him to do a full data cleanse of his laptop to get rid of ALL patient data - HIPAA in action, pilgrims - including unopened e-mails, before he begins his sick leave.  Art!


     Sally is cast adrift: all the e-mails that Ted sent her are now gone, as in - hmmm - deleTED.  The links to government funding were never sent out and the organisation is down $2.5 million in federal funds.  She had tried to contact Ted about the missing e-mails, which he ignored as he was on sick leave.

     She was fired.  I guess she should have - ha - delegaTED and left Ted to do his job.


Sunday's Scran

Darling Daughter and I hit Gomorrah-on-the-Irwell (it's been very dry lately) this afternoon, as she had the day off and I am always up for eating.  We were going to celebrate my birthday a day early, which is against the rules but I was going to bend them for once.  Thus I eventually got to the destination, no thanks to TFGM and cancelling tram services, with bus substitutes not running from Oldham.  I don't think they like me.

     ANYWAY this year I remembered to take a photo of the 'Before'.  Art!


     To port are the seven different meats for barbecuing, and a fish omelette.  To starboard are the sides: rice, radish (not potato!), cucumber, kim chi and spicy sauces.  You can see my bowl of seaweed soup and Sal's spicy beef.
     It took an age to get through this lot.  Art!


     Honour was satisfied.  No doggy bag needed.  Not that Edna could have coped with any of this, it was all pretty spicy apart from my soup.


Who Knew?

Conrad remembers watching the first season of 'The Last Ship', a confusing sentence, and then losing interest as it seemed to be making it up as it went along.  Art!


     Your Humble Scribe had no idea it was a novel.  From the precis, it seems that the novel's apocalypse was global nuclear war, whereas television opted for the much cheaper plague virus option.  A few extras lying dead and spotty is a quantum level beneath CGI for a wasted landscape and ruinous props.  

Another reason for me to STEER CLEAR OF ABEBOOKS.  Be strong, Conrad, be strong.

     I was going to delete the Favourite that this was an entry on, but I'm now going to have a look at the other entries.  Misery loves a novelisation.


Talking Of Books -

I may unveil my birthday present to myself with a photograph tomorrow, which by the time you get to read it will be 19th August if things pan out, whilst this is being typed on 16th August and if you think that's confusing spare a thought for poor old Sarah Jane Smith.

     ANYWAY AGAIN I've spotted another item in the newsfeed about books.  Art!

     I have to admit, I'm curious as to what this list is.  It's in the format of 21 frames one has to advance through one at a time, which I cordially detest but will sustain in the interests of nosiness.

Word Salad

The newsfeed algorithm is being silly again.  Excessive heat, I think.  Art!


     It's too hot to bother trying to find out what this farrago is, I've got a bottle of tea-laced lemonade to deal with.


Piece, out!