The same as Lou Gehrig dying of “Lou Gehrig’s Disease”, of all things.
He did?
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Flax is also a lovely blue garden annual, as well being the source of flax fiber and linseed oil. Flax fiber must be ‘retted’ i.e. rotted, before it can be further processed. The traditional method involves spreading the flax in the field from which it was cut, and the heavy dew of the nights causing it to rot on its own. In Ireland, submerging in shallow pools and bogs was used, but this pollutes the waterways to such an extent that it was eventually banned, and since the climate there is not conducive to dew retting, they import their raw linen from France now.
And snow no longer falls in the Sierras.
…“And I am going tom sit here and enjoy my first amendment rights!”
Flax also gives us linoleum as that is made from linseed oil.
We have one in my hometown
May be not as good as the others, perhaps…
Well I did not know that either!
Another interesting detail from the Linoleum wiki article:
Walton was unhappy with Michael Nairn & Co’s use of the name Linoleum and brought a lawsuit against them for trademark infringement. However, the term had not been trademarked, and he lost the suit, the court opining that even if the name had been registered as a trademark, it was by now so widely used that it had become generic,[6] only 14 years after its invention. It is considered to be the first product name to become a generic term.[5]
A little fact I learned from you!
(I’m a heretic. Have I mentioned this before?)
It’s almost more the other way around. Sunday has the status that it does because of Easter.
Or, at least, enough snow. People in Western Washington are somewhat concerned when they look at Mt Rainier and see that its shoulders are black. This time of year, it should be covered in snow all the way around, but the north and south flanks are both bare rock. This in the area that is know by many as the “Pacific Northwet”. It is not inconceivable that the Sierra snowpack may well soon be an inadequate water source.
You know how some people have trouble recognizing faces? That condition is prosopagnosia.
On the other end of the scale are the super-recognizers.
In 2014, a super-recognizer named Dale Nufer identified a soldier carrying a dying comrade through the trenches in rare footage from World War I, after about 20 different families came forward to claim the man as their relative.
that was a cool read.
That remined me of the Robert Silverberg short story, The Man Who Never Forgot.
Would the protagonist of that story, Tom Niles, have an Uruguayan ancestor named Funes perhaps?
Up until 1991, the Paris Metro system had first- and second-class cars. The first class cars were in the middle of train and so would stop in the more convenient middle part of the platform. The riffraff had to walk all the way to one end or another of the station to board.
Beat me to it! (Frodo is referring to the Jorge Luis Borges short story sometimes translated as Funes the Memorious.)
I first read that as 1919 and thought, well yeah, but 1991? That’s surprising. The first and last time I was in Paris and frequented the Metro was in 1987, so the first class was still a thing, though I don’t remember it.
The source I found said that by the late 80s only a tiny fraction of the tickets sold were first-class, so I guess it had mostly been phased out by the time you first rode it.