I assume that if the family has vacated the premises then they have arranged some sort of temporary nannying of the livestock. But what of us, the virtual herd? Are we to just huddle here bleating plaintively at each other?
Oh, he is a ba-a-a-ed guide to leave us like this with no warning!
Although I wish the Crown family a lovely holiday — maybe on a beach? far away from the cool summer? drinking silly beverages with paper umbrellas? — I do feel bereft. This is a Bad Sign.
This must be punishment for being up at 02:30 on Saturday. I drop by to add my best wiahes for a happy and hearty Crown holiday and am afflicted with dearime’s youtube picture of a movie I loathe and detest with a passion that induces nausea. Now I must stay up still later to try to scrub the image of that abomination from my mind. Anyway, To Crown and family, have a great holiday, you certainly deserve it for all the entertainment, edification and just plain pleasntness you share through this blog.
Here’s the breaking goat news from Russia via The Moscow Times (it’s the silly season for newspapers…) I have to go see this goat and find out the story. I mean, why is he in glasses? And what the ruble around his neck for? Inquiring Readers Want to Know!
We here at Crime Watch like to keep readers abreast of not only the latest gruesome felonies but also of random acts of criminal anarchy.
Some people, it seems, have no shame.
A five-meter tall statue of a goat in the western Russian city of Tver was brutally vandalized this week by unidentified hooligans, who removed the wooden animal’s glasses, broke his tail, tore up his saddle and left him covered in graffiti, the local Tver Information Agency reported.
To add insult to injury, the vandals also stole a large wooden ruble that had been hanging from the neck of the goat, which, according to the report, is one of the city’s most prominent symbols.
The wooden goat has had some troubles in recent years. Last year its head fell off, forcing the cancellation of an event called “A Visit to the Tver Goat,” sparking “deep discontent among city denizens and foreign guests” who had arrived to have their picture taken atop the beast, the news agency said.
The Tver Goat will be on the DL for a while now while undergoing repairs, after which the city will make greater efforts to protect him, the report said.
It’s was unclear from the report whether a criminal hooliganism case had been opened, though we assume Tver City Hall will be pressing for a full investigation.
Here is another goat story, from one of Patrick O’Brien’s historical novels. Stephen (polyglot physician, naturalist, and student of human nature) talking with his friend Jack the naval captain:
By the smell it was clear that the goat had joined them. ‘May I break off for a moment and tell you an anecdote of an Austrian medical man I knew in Catalonia?’
‘I should be happy to hear it,’ said Jack.
‘There was an English soldier, a Captain Smith, with me, and we were walking to the village to drink horchata when we met Dr. von Liebig. I asked him to join us. Ordinarily he and I spoke Latin, his English being as indifferent as my German, but now Liebig had to use Smith’s language, and as he drank his horchata he told us that coming down the hill he met a ghost, a ghost with a beard. “A ghost in broad daylight?” cried Smith. “Yes. He was quite pale in the sun. A man was leading him with a string.” I wish I could convey something of the very beautiful contrast between Smith’s amazed solemnity, merging into deep suspicion, and Liebig’s cheerful face, casual tone and evident pleasure in his ice-cold drink.’
‘Ghost. Pale, bearded ghost. it must have been very rich indeed,’ said Jack with relish. ‘Did your soldier smoke it in time?’
‘Never. Not until I told him, afterwards, and then he was angry. Jack, I beg pardon. This is the end of my parenthesis.’—The Yellow Admiral, p. 41
I wonder if it’s not the first movie I ever saw in my life. I wouldn’t say it is a chef-d’œuvre, but I don’t quite understand why such a hatred. (Indentally, the song with the goat is still in my mind, in French.)
I believe that the first movies my sisters and I ever saw in a theater (so, not counting the annual TV broadcast of The Wizard of Oz), were Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, and My Fair Lady, in some order. Except that I think I chose to stay home when they saw The Sound of Music. Of course, I’ve seen it since then.
All three soundtrack albums made their way into our house and got played over and over in their turn, so the songs are very much drilled into my head, for better or worse. I like some of the songs, the others not so much.
Now I’m trying to imagine what a chevre-d’oeuf would be.
The first movie I ever saw was Le Ballon Rouge, aged five-ish. I’m not sure I understood it, and not only because I was too young to read the subtitles.
Even before we got the goats, a friend of ours from Oslo said our house reminded him of the setting for The Sound of Musak. I’ve never seen it, though.
A Bad Guide
Will no-one think of the goats?
*cries*
Will no-one think of the goats?
I assume that if the family has vacated the premises then they have arranged some sort of temporary nannying of the livestock. But what of us, the virtual herd? Are we to just huddle here bleating plaintively at each other?
Oh, he is a ba-a-a-ed guide to leave us like this with no warning!
Seriously, Crown: Have a great time wherever you are.
Yeah, the best wishes of your goat-loving crew go with you.
Congratulations to your daughter. I guess she’s officially an adult now, with all the difficult and the joyous territory that goes along with that.
You mean to say he isn’t taking the poor critters with him? I’m shocked! Shocked! I tell you.
Best wishes to Alma and a well-deserved rest for all.
Bleat.
Although I wish the Crown family a lovely holiday — maybe on a beach? far away from the cool summer? drinking silly beverages with paper umbrellas? — I do feel bereft. This is a Bad Sign.
Are we allowed to carry on a quiet conversation here, as long as we don’t disturb the goats?
I should think so. Who knows, the goats might even appreciate some company.
Did you have a topic in mind? Or if conversation flags we could fall back on telling goat stories.
This must be punishment for being up at 02:30 on Saturday. I drop by to add my best wiahes for a happy and hearty Crown holiday and am afflicted with dearime’s youtube picture of a movie I loathe and detest with a passion that induces nausea. Now I must stay up still later to try to scrub the image of that abomination from my mind. Anyway, To Crown and family, have a great holiday, you certainly deserve it for all the entertainment, edification and just plain pleasntness you share through this blog.
I too loathe and detest that movie! Mon semblable, mon frere !
Here’s the breaking goat news from Russia via The Moscow Times (it’s the silly season for newspapers…) I have to go see this goat and find out the story. I mean, why is he in glasses? And what the ruble around his neck for? Inquiring Readers Want to Know!
We here at Crime Watch like to keep readers abreast of not only the latest gruesome felonies but also of random acts of criminal anarchy.
Some people, it seems, have no shame.
A five-meter tall statue of a goat in the western Russian city of Tver was brutally vandalized this week by unidentified hooligans, who removed the wooden animal’s glasses, broke his tail, tore up his saddle and left him covered in graffiti, the local Tver Information Agency reported.
To add insult to injury, the vandals also stole a large wooden ruble that had been hanging from the neck of the goat, which, according to the report, is one of the city’s most prominent symbols.
The wooden goat has had some troubles in recent years. Last year its head fell off, forcing the cancellation of an event called “A Visit to the Tver Goat,” sparking “deep discontent among city denizens and foreign guests” who had arrived to have their picture taken atop the beast, the news agency said.
The Tver Goat will be on the DL for a while now while undergoing repairs, after which the city will make greater efforts to protect him, the report said.
It’s was unclear from the report whether a criminal hooliganism case had been opened, though we assume Tver City Hall will be pressing for a full investigation.
Here is another goat story, from one of Patrick O’Brien’s historical novels. Stephen (polyglot physician, naturalist, and student of human nature) talking with his friend Jack the naval captain:
By the smell it was clear that the goat had joined them. ‘May I break off for a moment and tell you an anecdote of an Austrian medical man I knew in Catalonia?’
‘I should be happy to hear it,’ said Jack.
‘There was an English soldier, a Captain Smith, with me, and we were walking to the village to drink horchata when we met Dr. von Liebig. I asked him to join us. Ordinarily he and I spoke Latin, his English being as indifferent as my German, but now Liebig had to use Smith’s language, and as he drank his horchata he told us that coming down the hill he met a ghost, a ghost with a beard. “A ghost in broad daylight?” cried Smith. “Yes. He was quite pale in the sun. A man was leading him with a string.” I wish I could convey something of the very beautiful contrast between Smith’s amazed solemnity, merging into deep suspicion, and Liebig’s cheerful face, casual tone and evident pleasure in his ice-cold drink.’
‘Ghost. Pale, bearded ghost. it must have been very rich indeed,’ said Jack with relish. ‘Did your soldier smoke it in time?’
‘Never. Not until I told him, afterwards, and then he was angry. Jack, I beg pardon. This is the end of my parenthesis.’—The Yellow Admiral, p. 41
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I too loathe and detest that movie!
I wonder if it’s not the first movie I ever saw in my life. I wouldn’t say it is a chef-d’œuvre, but I don’t quite understand why such a hatred. (Indentally, the song with the goat is still in my mind, in French.)
I believe that the first movies my sisters and I ever saw in a theater (so, not counting the annual TV broadcast of The Wizard of Oz), were Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, and My Fair Lady, in some order. Except that I think I chose to stay home when they saw The Sound of Music. Of course, I’ve seen it since then.
All three soundtrack albums made their way into our house and got played over and over in their turn, so the songs are very much drilled into my head, for better or worse. I like some of the songs, the others not so much.
Now I’m trying to imagine what a chevre-d’oeuf would be.
For what it’s worth a “chèvre chaud” is a piece of bread with hot got cheese on top. You can imagine some egg added to that delicacy.
Got mit uns ? => goat cheese…
a “chèvre chaud” is a piece of bread with hot goat cheese
That beats a “hot dog”. My wife makes it quite often, chèvre chaud with arugula, and we all love it.
The first movie I ever saw was Le Ballon Rouge, aged five-ish. I’m not sure I understood it, and not only because I was too young to read the subtitles.
Even before we got the goats, a friend of ours from Oslo said our house reminded him of the setting for The Sound of Musak. I’ve never seen it, though.