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1 23 April 2003 
2 30 April 2003 
3 7 May 2003 
4 14 May 2003 
5 21 May 2003 We are counting cards. 
6 28 May 2003 
7 4 June 2003 Samurai Golf 
8 11 June 2003 
9 18 June 2003 Pancakes in Space 
10 25 June 2003 Chinese Pancakes 
11 2 July 2003 
12 9 July 2003 
13 16 July 2004 About a hundred dollars 
14 23 July 2003 Here is your waffles on Wednesdays 
15 30 July 2004 " Waiter, there is a Burka Man in my pancakes." 
16 6 August 2003 
17 13 August 2003 
18 20 August 2003 
19 27 August 2003 
20 3 September 2003 
21 10 September 2002 
22 17 September 2004 
23 24 September 2004 
24 1 October 2004 
25 8 October 2004 
26 15 October 2003 
27 22 October 2003
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| WELKIN |
| The sky; heaven; the firmament We don’t use this much nowadays—dictionaries usually tag it as archaic or literary—except in the set phrase make the welkin ring, meaning to make a very loud sound. What supposedly rings in this situation is the vault of heaven, the bowl of the sky. In older cosmology this was thought to be one of a set of real crystal spheres that enclosed the Earth, to which the planets and stars were attached, so it would have been capable of ringing like a bell if you made enough noise. The word comes from the Old English wolcen, a cloud, related to the Dutch wolk and German Wolke. Very early on, for example in the epic poem Beowulf of about the eighth century AD, the phrase under wolcen meant under the sky or under heaven (the bard used the plural, wolcnum, but it’s the same word). Ever since, it has had a strong literary or poetic connection. It appears often in Shakespeare and also in Chaucer’s Canterbury Tales: “This day in mirth and revel to dispend, / Till on the welkin shone the starres bright”. In 1739, a book with the title Hymns and Sacred Poems introduced one for Christmas written by Charles Wesley that began: “Hark! how all the welkin rings, / Glory to the King of kings”. If that seems a little familiar, it is because 15 years later it reappeared as “Hark! the herald-angels sing / Glory to the new born king”. |
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28 29 October 2004 The Greatest. ALI. Clay comes out to meet Liston
And Liston starts to retreat
If Liston goes back any further
He'll end up in a ringside seat.
Clay swings with a left,
Clay swings with a right,
Look at young Cassius
Carry the fight.
Liston keeps backing
But there's not enough room
It's a matter of time.
There, Clay lowers the boom.
Now Clay swings with a right,
What a beautiful swing,
And the punch raises the bear,
Clear out of the ring.
Liston is still rising
And the ref wears a frown,
For he can't start counting,
Till Sonny comes down.
Now Liston disappears from view.
The crowd is getting frantic,
But our radar stations have picked him up.
He's somewhere over the Atlantic.
Who would have thought
When they came to the fight
That they'd witness the launching
Of a human satellite?
Yes, the crowd did not dream
When they laid down their money
That they would see
A total eclipse of the Sonny!
I am the greatest! Cassius Clay before the first Liston-bout\ 29 5 November 2004 Would you like some Quarks with your pancakes? 30 12 November 2003 
31 19 November 2003 
32 26 November 2003 1940 - The Nazis forced 500,000 Jews of Warsaw, Poland to live within a walled ghetto 
33 3 December 2003 1950 - Paul Harvey began his national radio broadcast. "In times like these, it helps to recall that there have always been times like these." 
34 10 December 2003 Happy Birthday Arthur Fiedler 1896 
35 17 December 2004 A pancake kitchen in Iraq 
36 24 December 2003 I'm the pancake man,
And I do, when I can,
Eat pancakes by the score;
I bake them brown,
And swallow them down,
And loudly call for more.
I'll lay my stakes
That a million cakes
I can eat between two naps;
Then call for more,
A million and four,
Or a million and five, perhaps.
It makes me fat,
And more than that,
I'm jolly through and through;
I've been known to laugh
For a year and a half,___
Or why not call it two
Oh, I long for a cake
As big as they make,___
Say, fifty townships wide;
I would handle it quite
At a single bite
And stow it away inside. ___John Edward Everett 37 31 December 2003 
38 7 January 2004 
The poet is unknown. It is inscribed on the monument to the Pacific War Dead, in Corregidor, Philippines. Each May 6th, the sun is in such a position that it's rays fall into the center of the monument, exactly at noon. 39 14 January 2004 
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44 18 February 2004 
45 24 February 2004 
46 3 March 2004 Golden Mean 
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48 31 March 2004 
49 7 April 2004 
50 14 April 2004 
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Food is on the way!
