We're moved, we like our new home, and we're working on getting rid of boxes. We also have no internet for the next several days (which will likely lead to faster unpacking).
Thoughts on moving:
1) Helpers are a godsend.
2) the WORST part of moving is having to clean out the "old" place. We thought we did a good job of cleaning our apt on a weekly basis and boy were we wrong. The number of nooks, crannies, and window tracts that mold can grow in was just disgusting. So glad I'm gone. So going to clorox the hell out of this new place on a regular basis.
And now, the discovery:
In reading broadsides on how best to deal with scolding women (apparently tying them up, beating the hell out of them, putting them in chains, and then telling your nosy neighbors that wifey just "went mad", is one option), I came across this: "And with the quart flaggon his noodle doth maul" (as in, when your husband goes and spends some cash on a friend at a bar he risks coming home to a wife who will "his noodle doth maul" with blunt household objects". Thinking about it, noodle may mean "penis", but I'm going with the assumption that it means "head" (based on the pictures of angry women clobbering their husbands on the heads with ladles and the like). And this is certainly the earliest reference I've seen to a head as one's "noodle". I'm not sure that's dissertation worthy, but it's definitely blogger worthy.
Nice!
ReplyDeleteI found more propaganda at Berkeley today that tells me everyone in China was swimming like Mao in the 1960s, and several huge proclamations that said "WE HAVE FRIENDS ALL OVER THE WORLD" -- kind of like, you know, something you say when it aint really the truth.
Oh yeah, and when the librarian at the front desk went to add my advisor to the system he said "you're still in the system! It looks like you weren't purged"
The three of us standing around burst out laughing while our advisor just shook her head at us
(to the system for checking out books from UCB, that is)
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