I've been getting these bizarre spams lately full of chunks of historical text, bits of poetry, incomplete recipes and other inadvertently interesting text-splices assembled into the purest of post-modern hash. The title of this post is the title of the one I just got.
I love this title more than any rational person should, probably because it so accurately captures the substance of my days.
When I first started getting these a month or so ago, I forwarded one to my friend Bryan (who is perhaps even now reading this blog for the first time in horror and dismay). He pointed me to an interesting
piece on NPR about these little spam-tests. Stay with it to the end if you check it out. It's a lovely musing on the ephemera of (post)modern life.
The said Testator gives to each of the said churches ten lbs.
First 100 scudi, then 70, then 50,then 20 and then 200 florins at 48 soldi the florin. This text appears to be in a handwriting differentfrom that in the note, l. Either you say Hesperia alone, and it will mean Italy, or you addultima, and it will mean Spain. Parsley 10 parts mint 1 part thyme 1 part Vinegar
2 comments:
Ah, pandering to the audience. Yes, that is the best way to succeed in this blogging business. That or insulting them without restraint.
b.
Sometimes I think I was born to pander.
You bastard! (That do anything for you? I'll work on that.)
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