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<entry><title>cardigan (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/cardigan"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/cardigan</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2001-01-05T04:18:15Z</published><updated>2001-01-05T04:18:15Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Cardigans are, in fact, named for the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/seven&quot;&gt;seven&lt;/a&gt;th &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Earl+of+Cardigan&quot;&gt;Earl of Cardigan&lt;/a&gt;, James Thomas Brudenell.   This particular Earl of Cardigan is also the Earl of Cardigan who lead the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Charge+of+the+Light+Brigade&quot;&gt;Charge of the Light Brigade&lt;/a&gt; during the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Crimean+War&quot;&gt;Crimean War&lt;/a&gt;,memorialized in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/poem&quot;&gt;poem&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Tennyson&quot;&gt;Tennyson&lt;/a&gt;,  but the man himself, one of the charge's few &lt;a href=&quot;/title/survivor&quot;&gt;survivor&lt;/a&gt;s, is mostly remembered for his choice of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sweater&quot;&gt;sweater&lt;/a&gt;s.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>hurple (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/hurple"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/hurple</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2000-12-20T04:55:18Z</published><updated>2000-12-20T04:55:18Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A &lt;a href=&quot;/title/verb&quot;&gt;verb&lt;/a&gt; meaning to &lt;a href=&quot;/title/hunch&quot;&gt;hunch&lt;/a&gt; one's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/shoulders&quot;&gt;shoulders&lt;/a&gt;, scrunch down one's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/neck&quot;&gt;neck&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/shiver&quot;&gt;shiver&lt;/a&gt;, vainly trying to make one's self as small as possible while walking through the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cold&quot;&gt;cold&lt;/a&gt; without one's &lt;a href=&quot;/title/long+underwear&quot;&gt;long underwear&lt;/a&gt;.  Easily spotted in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Chicago&quot;&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt; and surrounding &lt;a href=&quot;/title/environs&quot;&gt;environs&lt;/a&gt;. I hurple.  You hurple. That funny-looking guy in the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/business&quot;&gt;business&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/suit&quot;&gt;suit&lt;/a&gt; without a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/coat&quot;&gt;coat&lt;/a&gt; looking for a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/taxi&quot;&gt;taxi&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;a href=&quot;/title/December&quot;&gt;December&lt;/a&gt; is hurpling.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Scaramouch (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Scaramouch"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Scaramouch</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2000-12-20T04:11:35Z</published><updated>2000-12-20T04:11:35Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;Tiberio &quot;Scaramouch&quot; Fiurelli was an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Italian&quot;&gt;Italian&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/posture-master&quot;&gt;posture-master&lt;/a&gt;, a man who performed &lt;a href=&quot;/title/feats&quot;&gt;feats&lt;/a&gt; of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/agility&quot;&gt;agility&lt;/a&gt; in the 17th century.  However, his name became associated with &lt;a href=&quot;/title/braggarts&quot;&gt;braggarts&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/fools&quot;&gt;fools&lt;/a&gt; and men who were &lt;a href=&quot;/title/valiant&quot;&gt;valiant&lt;/a&gt; by word only. Makes you wonder exactly how good he was at his &lt;a href=&quot;/title/job&quot;&gt;job&lt;/a&gt;, eh?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Those &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Queen&quot;&gt;Queen&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/lyrics&quot;&gt;lyrics&lt;/a&gt; make so much more sense now.&lt;/p&gt;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Sam Pickering (person)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Sam+Pickering"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Sam+Pickering</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2000-12-14T15:20:59Z</published><updated>2000-12-14T15:20:59Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;A &lt;a href=&quot;/title/professor&quot;&gt;professor&lt;/a&gt; at the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/University+of+Connecticut&quot;&gt;University of Connecticut&lt;/a&gt;.  He taught &lt;a href=&quot;/title/children%2527s+literature&quot;&gt;children's literature&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/nature&quot;&gt;nature&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href=&quot;/title/writing&quot;&gt;writing&lt;/a&gt; at 8 and 9 in the morning, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Monday%252C+Wednesday+and+Friday&quot;&gt;Monday, Wednesday and Friday&lt;/a&gt; because he figured the early hour would frighten off students that weren't &lt;a href=&quot;/title/serious&quot;&gt;serious&lt;/a&gt; about the classes.  Given the nature of the University while I was there, he was pretty much correct in his &lt;a href=&quot;/title/reasoning&quot;&gt;reasoning&lt;/a&gt;.  He received a certain amount of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/notoriety&quot;&gt;notoriety&lt;/a&gt; for some time because the gentleman who wrote the movie &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Dead+Poet%2527s+Society&quot;&gt;Dead Poet's Society&lt;/a&gt; based &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Robin+Williams&quot;&gt;Robin Williams&lt;/a&gt;'s &lt;a href=&quot;/title/character&quot;&gt;character&lt;/a&gt; on Professor Pickering.  Professor Pickering wouldn't mention it, but he did have a shirt on it that said &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Carpe+Diem&quot;&gt;Carpe Diem&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Persoanlly, I think I caught him on a bad &lt;a href=&quot;/title/year&quot;&gt;year&lt;/a&gt;.  his classes were mis-scheduled, far more than he would usually permit, and anyone who reads from his own work as &lt;a href=&quot;/title/inspiration&quot;&gt;inspiration&lt;/a&gt; for his class doesn't quite sit right with me.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;The most memorable moment I had was when showing my &lt;a href=&quot;/title/little+sister&quot;&gt;little sister&lt;/a&gt;, a junior in high school at the time, why she shouldn't go to&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>Driving on the Kennedy in a blizzard (idea)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Driving+on+the+Kennedy+in+a+blizzard"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/Driving+on+the+Kennedy+in+a+blizzard</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2000-12-11T20:09:14Z</published><updated>2000-12-11T20:09:14Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;I should have left last night.  I should have followed through on my &lt;a href=&quot;/title/plan&quot;&gt;plan&lt;/a&gt; to go to the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/grocery+store+at+3+am&quot;&gt;grocery store at 3 am&lt;/a&gt; to see if they were out of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/milk&quot;&gt;milk&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/bread&quot;&gt;bread&lt;/a&gt;, but not &lt;a href=&quot;/title/flour&quot;&gt;flour&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href=&quot;/title/yeast&quot;&gt;yeast&lt;/a&gt; and all the other things that you can use to make bread.  Instead, nestled under blankets, &lt;a href=&quot;/title/contentment&quot;&gt;contentment&lt;/a&gt; tucked under my chin to keep out &lt;a href=&quot;/title/cold+breezes&quot;&gt;cold breezes&lt;/a&gt;, I went to sleep.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As a result, I find myself on the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Kennedy+Expressway&quot;&gt;Kennedy Expressway&lt;/a&gt;, the merging of routes I-90 and I-94 into and out of &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Chicago&quot;&gt;Chicago&lt;/a&gt;, in a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/blizzard&quot;&gt;blizzard&lt;/a&gt;.  I'm driving like a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Sunday+driver&quot;&gt;Sunday driver&lt;/a&gt;, 35 miles an hour, and thanking whatever &lt;a href=&quot;/title/patron+saint&quot;&gt;patron saint&lt;/a&gt; there is for safe &lt;a href=&quot;/title/travel&quot;&gt;travel&lt;/a&gt; every time we have to pause for whatever.  Each time we pass an &lt;a href=&quot;/title/accident&quot;&gt;accident&lt;/a&gt;, I tell myself not to look.  Just get home, just get home.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; A van from &lt;a href=&quot;/title/New+York&quot;&gt;New York&lt;/a&gt; passes me, and as the driver changes lanes, a beautiful spraying &lt;a href=&quot;/title/wake+of+slush&quot;&gt;wake of slush&lt;/a&gt; arcs over two lanes of traffic to splatter across my &lt;a href=&quot;/title/windshield&quot;&gt;windshield&lt;/a&gt;, blinding me. As the wipers restore my sight, I read on the back of the van the business&amp;hellip;</content>
</entry><entry><title>corset (thing)</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/corset"/><id>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph/writeups/corset</id><author><name>adoxograph</name><uri>http://everything2.com:80/user/adoxograph</uri></author><published>2000-11-28T18:59:00Z</published><updated>2000-11-28T18:59:00Z</updated>
<content type="html">&lt;p&gt;One of the earliest known examples of a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/corset&quot;&gt;corset&lt;/a&gt; appeared on a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/sculpture&quot;&gt;sculpture&lt;/a&gt; of a &lt;a href=&quot;/title/snake+goddess&quot;&gt;snake goddess&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href=&quot;/title/Crete&quot;&gt;Crete&lt;/a&gt;. The sculpture dates from about &lt;a href=&quot;/title/2000+B.C.&quot;&gt;2000 B.C.&lt;/a&gt; and depicts a laced structure that, while leaving the &lt;a href=&quot;/title/breasts&quot;&gt;breasts&lt;/a&gt; bare, pushed them up and out.&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;Amazing how things can (not) &lt;a href=&quot;/title/change&quot;&gt;change&lt;/a&gt; in 4000 years, eh?&lt;/p&gt;
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