The Tangent Express

Welcome to The Tangent Express


Hi there,

I'm Trev. Welcome to my weblog. Hopefully you'll find it amusing, thought provoking and amusing. If not, sorry.

Getting this 'on air' has been a bit of a labour that involved an unsuccessful attempt with blogger.com and finally settled on Greymatter, a free set of programs that allows you to do it all yourself. You can find out more about Greymatter by clicking the link at the bottom right of the main screen.

So, what's it all about? B***ered if I know. I just fancied trying it. Let's see how it develops.

Trev

P.S. Like the name Tangent Express? I do - and if I write much here, you'll see why.
Trev on 02.24.05 @ 02:44 AM GMT [link]

Friday, June 17th

Sue Doe: Science: The Dangers of Breathing


Hi, I'm Sue. Trev has kindly allowed me to place the first of a number of scientific columns on his blog (that number being 1 or higher). There is so much to learn about the world, and I hope that these columns will be of some educational merit.

So, breathing. Or respiration, to give it the name that us scientists like to use. I will try not to blind you with science, but sometimes knowing the proper words will help if you wish to use any of this material to help with a Masters' Thesis, for example.

We all learn quite young that respiration is basically about using the lungs (lungs) to suck in air (inhale) and then blow it out again (exhale). Now, other than to help keep the wind blowing, this doesn't seem of much use in the grand order of things. And, indeed, unless something happened with the air while it was inside, this would be true. What happens is that oxygen is taken out of the air and replaced with carbon dioxide. This conversion happens all over the body and the blood is used to transport the stuff back and forth between the lungs and the body's cells.

Now, we're going to get a little technical here, but stick with it. The chemical symbol for oxygen is O2 which means that there are two oxygen atoms in a molecule, and the symbol for carbon dioxide is CO2, meaning two oxygen atoms and a carbon atom. So, the only difference between the two molecules is that a carbon atom has been bolted on to the oxygen to make the carbon dioxide.

Fans of Star Trek may already know that we are 'carbon based lifeforms'. In other words, the basic building material of our bodies is carbon. And this is the material that our cells are merrily bolting onto the oxygen, little realising that it's then on the way to the lungs to be chucked away. Every time you breathe out, a little bit more of your basic matter is going with it. In other words, you are dissolving into the air! And getting nothing back from the air in return!

Shocked? I bet you are. This information is obviously kept very hush-hush by so-called respectable scientists, probably as a result of government back-handers. But I am not afraid to let you know the truth, and, in any case, they haven't offered me one of these large payouts. Well, they'll be sorry now.

But "Why?" you ask, "Why would the government participate in keeping the big breathing scam going?" Well. oxygen isn't the only thing in the air. It also contains pollutants. Pollutants that contribute to such hazards as global warming. Pollutants that would be very expensive to mechanically remove. But why bother, when you have a vast population going just about everywhere there is to go and sucking those pollutants out of the air for free. I mean, would you bother sweeping the fallen leaves off your drive if you knew that your neighbour would do it accidentally and unawares anyway?

So, not only are you dissolving the useful parts of your body, but you are steadily filling up with poisons too. And eating! A large part of the food you eat is used to replace the wanton waste of carbon that your lungs cause. I am convinced that, if you were to stop breathing, you wouldn't need to eat either and so you would cut out another way for poisons to enter your body.

Obviously, I will need some experimental evidence before publishing this in the scientific journals, to try to make it impossible to supress. So anyone who takes the logical course by giving up breathing, and then confirms that they don't need to eat either, please contact me and let me know the results. It's for the good of humanity.

Thank you.


Trev on 06.17.05 @ 10:50 PM GMT [link] [175 Comments]


Wednesday, June 15th

Flores


I was watching The South Bank Show on TV the other night - accidentally: it was on when I turned the TV on to watch something else I'd taped earlier.

It was about the tenor Juan Diego Flores, apparently a rising star. It was really interesting seeing all the work he has put into learning to sing, and continues to put in to make his performances special. It certainly belies the idea that talent is god-given and doesn't have anything to do with work (not that I'm claiming he doesn't have a natural talent too). And of course, the singing itself, which grabbed me and carried me away with it.

It's only fairly recently I've come to appreciate tenors, like the big names of Domingo and Pavarotti, but they can be really beautiful. I've always been keen on traditional choirboy singing (ancient latin type stuff - and certainly not christmas carol type stuff), possibly because of my own past as a choirboy, but I never really branched out into the equivalent adult male stuff. Perhaps I am ready to see my first opera.

I was just wondering there for a moment, whether I always prefer male singing voices to female, but I don't think that's it. Not when you have such great voices as Billie Holliday and Dolores O'Riordan to listen to. Don't know. Like all music that moves me, from the choirboy stuff to punk to Tom Waits, I can't define the precise qualities that get to me. I just know that they do have to get to me on some kind of emotional level. As the cliche goes: I don't know much about art, but I know what I like. Flores now joins that list.
Trev on 06.15.05 @ 02:17 AM GMT [link] [591 Comments]


Wednesday, June 8th

Poem


Continuing my sorting out of old boxes of stuff, I came across this marvellous poem from Alex. Not sure if it was schoolwork, but the title suggests it. It was also written so very neatly. A tag, for those not in the know, is a graffiti personal name or mark.

Task 5
Adrenalin surges through my blood and I feel my muscles tighten
to beat authority one more time is my only desire
I balance carefully and shake the can and spray upon the wall
no time to care…
no time to look…
I pray that I don’t fall.
I finish the tag, quickly and make a fast escape
I climb back down the drain-pipe and through the alley-way
I walk back onto the street with Pride, another successful night.
I put my bag back on my back and carefully walk away.

Trev on 06.08.05 @ 11:08 PM GMT [link] [25 Comments]


Tuesday, June 7th

Haiku


More from Danny's schoolwork, aged about 8 (year 4). Some Haiku (is the plural the same as the singular?). Sorry if this bores you, but I want to keep a record of creative works before clearing out. Most of it is pictures and can be scanned. But some is too hard or inappropriate to scan. This piece for example is written in faint ink over coloured in and coloured paper. Anyway, they make me proud, so tough. Oh, in case your memory is as bad as mine, the basic rule for haiku is three lines of 5-7-5 syllables.

Michael is my friend
I play with him every day
He's good at football

I'm good at skating
But my friend is not so good
But he's my best friend

I like sport a lot
It is fun and you get fit
But you get tired

My brother is Alex
He's much better at skating
But he is not fit

Trev on 06.07.05 @ 06:12 PM GMT [link] [391 Comments]


Sunday, June 5th

12-0


Still sorting through old papaers and stuff, I came across this cutting from Computer Weekly in June 1990 (oh, right. In case you didn't know, the person in question had the same name as me):

Time's up, Mr Clarke
[...] the unnamed MD of a certain famous Japanese operation trying to reach the chief analyst in charge of a project. When told the person he needed to speak to was a certain Mr Trevor Clarke, he apparently replied, "No, I don't want to know time is 12 O'Clarke - I want to know who."
The mistake was soon cleared up, but apparently Trevor became known to one and all as "Midday" for the rest of his days in that company.

Trev on 06.05.05 @ 04:04 PM GMT [link] [378 Comments]


Saturday, June 4th

There's no knocking Norma Nelson


Just been going through some of Danny's old schoolwork and came across this. Although it looks like they were studying alliteration at the time, it was actually part of a 'correct the spellings' exercise. I reproduce it because alliteration is always fun. Ask Dr Seuss.

Norma Nelson knitted nice nightshirts for noblemen. From noon until night and from night until noon, she knitted with her needles.
Then one November night, a noble knight knocked on her door.
"Who is knocking so noisily at this unnatural hour?" she demanded.
"A noble knight in need of a nice new nightshirt," the nomadic knight announced.
"And what is your name, oh noble knight?"
"Sir Nicholas of Nuneaton."
"Sir Nicholas of Nuneaton, the notorious nocturnal nuisance?"
"Not so, noble Norma; I am an innocent knight!"
"No thou art not! Thou art an evil and a nasty nuisance!"
"No, no, never! I am not a naughty knight. I am a needy knight, out on a night as nippy as an icy knife! Knit me a nightshirt or it's pneumonia for me!"
"Nag me no more! You can knock and knock till your knuckles be numb, you'll get no new nightshirts from me!"


These sentences (also from Danny's schoolwork) are fun too. They are alliterative AND in alphabetic order:

Baby bears bite blue bottled budgies.
Daydreaming divers dodge drowsy ducks.
Fat feasting fiends flee frozen furniture.
Handsome hedgehogs hide homesick hungry hyenas.
Jabbering jellyfish jingle jolly jukeboxes.

And these last four are Danny originals:
Bad big boys bring broken buggies.
Happy helpful hens hit humble hummingbirds.
Patterned peculiar pigs pinch pointy porcupines.
Tall terrible tiger tortures tricky tyrannosaurus.

Trev on 06.04.05 @ 06:04 PM GMT [link] [550 Comments]


Monday, May 30th

Rip-off


Blasted Bulldog clips!!! I'm off to Trading Standards tomorrow to complain!!!

By the way, if anyone sees a lost bulldog around, answering to the name of Fang, give me a call. Ta.

Trev on 05.30.05 @ 08:59 PM GMT [link] [1923 Comments]




Home
Archives
Clanfork
Fake Link Two
Fake Link Three

Greymatter Forums

June 2005
SMTWTFS
   1234
567891011
12131415161718
19202122232425
2627282930  

Valid XHTML 1.0!

Powered By Greymatter