JP Morgan closes Central Park Drive for Corporate Challenge
"http://www.quinion.com/words/weirdwords/ww-eta1.htm
""ETAOIN SHRDLU""
A nonsense phrase; an absurd or unintelligible utterance."
"Ha! You think you have me with your ""Etaoin Shrdlu"" daffy-nition.
But please note that my name is and always has been spelled E-t-o-a-i-n, not E-t-a-o-i-n. I let it go the first time because I thought there might be a typo. Now I see it is nothing of the kind. You are trying to defame me with a word that isn't even my name.
As previously noted, Etoain is Montenegrin for Stephen. (If it makes you happy, you may think of me as ""Steve Shrdlu."")
As for the Shrdlus, our family has a long and noble history. Shrdlu Castle stands as a monument to our contributions to our nation, and I take personal umbrage that you choose to make light of it. I would hire a lawyer to take action against the Merganthaler Linotype Corporation, were it not for the fact that their machine is all but defunct.
Anyway, what does this have to do with the co-opting of Central Park by Chase/Morgan/Whoever?
Etoain"
"It's from ""The Pigskin Rabbi"" by William Manus. Etoain Shrdlu is the alias of Ezikial Cantor, a rabbi from the Bronx who becomes a football star in Amsterdam and is recruited by the NY Giants.
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"Tom Laskey wrote: ""It's from ""The Pigskin Rabbi"" by William Manus. Etoain Shrdlu is the alias of Ezikial Cantor, a rabbi from the Bronx who becomes a football star in Amsterdam and is recruited by the NY Giants.""
No, I repeat, that name is spelled differently: E-t-A-o-i-n, not E-t-O-a-i-n, as my name is spelled. Considering that you get so fiercely upset if others misspel your name, I find it rather amusing that you can't properly spell mine, and keep attributing my existence to a work of fiction, containing a name similar to mine but spelled differently, and which you continue to misspell. For that matter, you might have referred to the story, ""EtAoin Shrdlu"" by Theodore Sturgeon, a science fiction writer who was popular in the 1950s. Of course, in your case that would be another spelling error.
However, I submit this is all a distraction. While you are diddley-ducking around, mocking my name for cheap thrills, the Chase bank and other corporate grabbers are seizing Central Park for their own private uses. If you don't wake up and protest soon, you will wake up some morning to discover that you are barred from Central Park except when going to the filled-in lake to make payments on your credit card at the new Chase office tower there.
A little peasant wisdom from the country of my origin is in order, I think: ""When the dike breaks, fingers are of no use."""
"Nice try, but Manus' character's alias is spelled Etoain just like your (supposed) name and just like I spelled it in my last post.
Here's a link: http://www.lively-arts.com/fiction/pigskin_rabbi_chapter1.htm
I find it amusing that someone who complains about the mis-spelling of their name can't be bothered to spell someone else's name right and then can't recognize the correct spelling of their own name - if it really is their own name.
And not to be distracted, your ""argument"" about Central Park has been effectively shot down so many times on this thread, you seem to be the only one who hasn't noticed."
"Tom Laskey wrote: ""And not to be distracted, your ""argument"" about Central Park has been effectively shot down so many times on this thread, you seem to be the only one who hasn't noticed.""
I've noticed some unconvincing and ineffective attempts. And also some considerable support from others. One sees what one wishes to see, O Anti-Cycle Road Runner Advocate.
Incidentally, I find it an exceptional delight to parse the comment of yours that reads, ""I find it amusing that someone who complains about the mis-spelling of their name can't be bothered to spell someone else's name right and then can't recognize the correct spelling of their own name - if it really is their own name.""
Would you please diagram that, umm, sentence for the rest of us?"
"Thank you for referring me to this onliine novel about an Albanian who plays football for a Dutch team. It is good to know what you spend your time doing. Better behind your computer than on the road, where you might accidently damage something.
I note one passage:
""Homer had flown across the ocean to a foreign country in search of a kicker with a name like a Transylvanian curseword, an unknown kid whose background was equally bizarre, having snuck out of Albania and reached Amsterdam by clinging to the underbelly of a freight car for 72 hours. After they thawed him out and hosed him down, the Dutch police asked him his name.
""Etoain Shrdlu,"" he replied, adding: ""I keek, I keek...""
Yes, you see, the character is Albanian and must therefore speak a language that has the same common root as Montenegrin, so it is not surprising he has a name the same as mine. In my case, as in his case, Etoain Shrdlu is a perfectly proper name.
But why do you agonize over all this, Tom, and why do you spend your time reading obscure works of fiction online? Why not get a life? To quote another famous Montenegran folk saying, ""Life is a great opportunity for people who otherwise wouldn't have had one.""
I do believe that includes you."
"I sincerely doubt Tom read or remembered the passage... one simply has to type your moniker into Google and a lot of info comes up, the Linotype keyboard part and the Albanian story included.
If we type your name into LEXIS, the legal database that has something on everyone we see that you don't actually exist. But smarty pants that you are, you already knew all of this and have an answer which I'll be anxious to read.
By the way, when a government does nothing but national defense it is known as ""rational anarchy"" not some form of libertarianism."
"""By the way, when a government does nothing but national defense it is known as ""rational anarchy"" not some form of libertarianism.""
No, rational anarchy is what the Bush administration has imposed on Iraq. It is the consequence of demi-decapitation and no followup. Logically, we are there, for what the Bush administration claims to be logical reasons. The result is anarchic chaos.
I am grateful not to be listed in Lexis. This means I have never been arrested. Or sued. Keep fiddling while the park is getting handed over to Chase, my friend.
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You should get your B/S sorted before posting it
Anarchy 101 -
Rational anarchy is also described as a state where the individual acts in a rational manner... a philosophy made most famous by Ayn Rand. What is happening in Iraq is IRrational anarchy... or chaos where many people act against society.
Not being listed in LEXIS also means you don't have a phone bill, utilities, own your apartment etc... all parts of normal existence... but anarchist that you are you probably don't do anything that would let the government and their black helicopters find you. Curious... how do you log on to the net???
You mean, you took the time and trouble to search the planet for utility bills, phone bills, and God-knows-what-else in my name?
You poor baby! When did you get fired from your job?
I checked one place... LEXIS... which I have access to at my job (which clearly bores me on occasion since I bother responding to your feckless self).
The point of my earlier remark is that LEXIS has it all, so didn't need to search the world... just that.
Just an amusing bit of nonsense that Etoain Shrdlu anagrams to 'run is loathed' or 'run is old hate'.
Coincidence...I think not ;-)
This really sounds like a bunch of spoiled kids talking about how unfair someone needed to resurface their playground stopping them from going outside for recess. The fact that the Corporate Challenge is only run 3 times a year, should be enough for all of you that think it infringes on your rights as a cyclist to find other places to ride for those three days. The west side highway isn't that bad for a quick ride down or up from Battery Park. You could do some hills and cross one of the many east side bridges for some decent endurance work.
The bottom line is, if you stop one.. you shuold stop them all. The cancer runs, corporate runs, diabetes walks, etc. Pretty selfish if you look at what their respective causes are. If you bend a little you give a lot.
Lighten UP!
To my critics, if I may use such a mild term:
I have tried to be reasonable, but it has not worked. I have tried to stop contributing to this argument, but you keep coming back and insisting on an argument with me anyway. I have tried to stay cool and yet you continuously blast your hot air at me.
It is clear you will not listen to reason. It is clear that you care a fig only for the causes and uses that don’t interfere with the way you choose to enjoy Central Park, and not the way anyone else enjoys the park. You have showered me with vituperation and false analogies and psychological bilgewater. I am sick of this.
Fortunately, back home in Montenegro, the Shrdlu family is famously well known for its power of necromancy, as we have used it over many centuries. Therefore, I shall not argue any more with those of you who have attacked me. Instead and individually to each of you who have attacked me viciously and unwarrantedly, I curse your bicycles as follows:
I curse your bicycles, that they shall bring you pain and suffering and frustration and misery instead of joy and pleasure, and I call upon all the spirits of the Underworld and of the Afterworld to heed me in this curse.
I call upon Scnentesch, the Spirit of Difficult Passages, to throw potholes and rocks and loose gravel in the path of your wheels, and also to give you constipation, so that no one will want to ride on any route that you ride, or trail behind you, or sit with you while you make gaseous noises over lunch.
I call upon Znietsch, the Spirit who spanks naughty children, to make your saddle burn and blister your backside, and to deeply pain your butt, and also to compress and close the blood vessels feeding your penis, so that you will become impotent, and so that people, sensing the power of this curse, will not want to ride with you.
I call upon Prtsupriez, the Spirit of Construction Tools and Devices, to fling bent nails, and carpet tacks, and broken glass in the path of your route, so that you and anyone who rides with you will be plagued with flat tyres, and will therefore choose not to ride with you.
I call upon Morphushz, the Spirit of Sleep, to cause you to weary and bonk on every ride you take, so that others will not wish to ride with you.
I can upon Zentor, the spirit of Things That Are Flung, to cause your chain to be thrown each time you shift gears, so that riding with you becomes a difficult chore that no one will wish to do.
I call upon Bardasz and Bennetoiscz, the Spirit of Art and Painting and the Spirit of Things That Are Marked in Patterns, to tattoo your right leg with a Chainwheel Schwebber when you ride, so that people may look upon you and say, “That is he, whose bicycle has been cursed by the House of Schrdlu. Let us for our own sakes not ride with him.”
I call upon Arklutz, the Spirit of Binding Things, to freeze your cleats into your pedals, so that when your bicycle stops you will not be able to release your cleats and you will fall over clumsily, and to loud derisions, and people will say, “Let us not ride with him, for he is not only an accident waiting to happen, but also the accident that keeps on happening.”
Finally, I call upon Grattzisch, the Spirit of Scratching and Itching, to cause you unbearable itches while you are riding with others, so that you must slow or stop to scratch them, or that you cannot reach and must dismount from your bicycle to relieve whilst in embarrassing positions. And may anybody who rides with you feel similar itches that need to be scratched, so that people will say, “We cannot ride with that itchy fellow; he endangers pace lines and slows the group down and makes all of us want to scratch when we so much as think of his name or his face. Therefore let us drop him in our dust and proceed without him.
All this then, is the Curse of Shrdlu, called down upon your worthless head by the House of Shrdlu, using al
Stephen, whoever you are, I congratulate you on what is absolutely the funniest sequence of posts I have ever read on this or any other message board. I had tears running down my cheeks (never mind which ones) as I read through this last.
Your invokation also caused me to laugh out loud at the office, and at a most inappropriate time.
A most well thought out post.
Now, let's all go for a bike ride!
Come on Sunday's A-22 L'Etape du Tour New York ride and you can get all this in one afternoon and then some...
