Friday, June 09, 2023

N ail-varnishs …

»Did you know that the people of Greenlion invented Tuesdays?«

The llama is tugging at the sleeve of Nigel's shirt.

»Leave me alone!« is all Nigel can say.

»The name Tuesday derives from the Old English Tiwesdæg and literally means 'Tiw's Day'. Tiw is the Old English form of the Proto-Germanic god Tîwaz, or Týr in Old Norse. Tîwaz derives from the Proto-Indo-European base dei-, deyā-, dīdyā-, meaning 'to shine', whence comes also such words as 'deity'.«

Nigel is confused and annoyed.

»What diet are you on, llama?« he asks the animal. »I don't know what you are talking about.«

»The god Týr or Tiw is identified with Mars, the god of war in ancient Roman histoy. The Greenlioners, former inhabitants of the island and continent of sunken Greenlion, discovered the Planet of Mars - which is named after the ancient Roman god - and it became the center of their worldview. That's why their week was full of Tuesdays. Seven Tuesdays, to be precise, also known as Tuesone, Tuestwo, Tuesthree …«

»Why are you telling me that? You are making my brain hurt, animal!« Nigel shouts out. »And didn't I hear you saying Saturn was the center of Greenlion's worldview? And by the way, today is Friday, not Tuesday!«

»… Tuesfour, Tuesfive, Tuessix and Tuesseven.«

Meanwhile Claude Sideburns and Kylie are having an other highly scientific conversation.

»Why do you keep calling Ursa Major an asterism?«Kylie asks.

»You can also call it a pattern or group of stars«, Claude answers.

»Can I call it a constellation of stars?«

»Constellations are based on asterisms, but unlike asterisms, constellations outline and today completely divide the sky and all its celestial objects into regions around their central asterisms.«

»I see«, Kylie says. »For example, the asterism known as the Big Dipper comprises the seven brightest stars in the constellation Ursa Major.«

»Yes«, Claude smiles. »Big Dipper is only a part of Ursa Major.«

»And who ate the bear?« asks the llama.

»Strange friends your son has«, Gilbert, the butler, says to Hildegard, the motherkeeper.

»He is not only my son«, Hildegard replies. »He is also your son, Gil!«

Whaaat?

But nobody is surprised anymore nor reacting to this dropped news.

Bored of the life in the City of Gold
He'd left and let nobody know.
Gone were the towers he had known from a child,
Alone with the dream of a life
He travelled the wide open road,
The blinkered arcade,
In search of another to share in his life.
Nowhere.
Everyone looked so strange to him.

They've got no horns and they've got no tail
They don't even know of our existence.
Am I wrong to believe in a City of Gold
That lies in the deep distance, he cried

And wept as they led him away to a cage
Beast that can talk, read the sign.
The creatures they pushed and they prodded his frame
And questioned his story again.
But soon they grew bored of their prey
Beast that can talk?
More like a freak or publicity stunt.
Oh
No.

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Today is Friday, the 9th of June 2023.


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