Saturday afternoon: Thoughtful Man has gone to work, boys are otherwise engaged and I am throwing a ball for Poppy, our dachshund – a perfect opportunity for some shambling.

Dear Reader, make of it what you will and, hopefully, enjoy.

*Clicky, just links in text for this one, please. I know you like hiding them but constructing a shambles is difficult enough without any tomfoolery*

*Hmm… Okay, go get the rainbow snowflakes…*

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On 13th July (13.7 or 137), I had a DM conversation with my friend Legs. I’d been loafing…

*Ha! Trust Leggy to think about the fertilizer, Clicky*

Waldi was the first proper Olympic mascot, for the Munich Games in 1972. The route of the Marathon race was based on the outline shape of Waldi, a dachshund. I’d shambled it before…

‘The considered and precise lines of the petite canine’s form are typical of Aicher’s clean modernist design and were used for the route of the marathon through the city of Munich. The various parts of the hound were represented by different areas of the city with the mouth being in the Nymphenburg Park, the belly — the main downtown street and in true German style, the rear end in the English Garden.’

If the rear (shitting) end was in the English Garden, what about the mouth (eating) end?

The 200-hectare (490-acre) park, once an Italian garden (1671), which was enlarged and rearranged in French style by Dominique Girard, a pupil of Le Notre, was finally redone in the English manner during the early 19th century by Friedrich Ludwig von Sckell, on behalf of prince-elector Charles Theodore. Von Sckell was also the creator of the English Garden in Munich.

Knot to mention, parks are considered Green (breathing) Lungs…

*Clicky…*

It’s got nothing to do with
Vorsprung durch Technik you know
(Parklife)
And it’s not about you joggers
Who go round and round and round
(Parklife)

*/rolls eyes… Okay, good one… running/jogging is movement*

In my youth, Snickers bars were called ‘Marathon‘…

1896, marathon race, from story of Greek hero Pheidippides, who in 490 B.C.E. ran the 26 miles and 385 yards to Athens from the Plains of Marathon to tell of the allied Greek victory there over Persian army. The original story (Herodotus) is that he ran from Athens to Sparta to seek aid, which arrived too late to participate in the battle. Introduced as an athletic event in the 1896 revival of the Olympic Games, based on a later, less likely story, and quickly extended to mean “any very long event or activity.” The place name is literally “fennel-field.” Related: Marathoner (by 1912).

*/Squint… Clicky, it’s now early evening and I have a lot to cover yet. I’m sensitive that this shamble will grow too big…*

*No! And that doesn’t count toward reproduction either… /sniff… I’ll continue, shall I?*

Yesterday was 22nd July (22/7) and I posted a Theorem of sorts on MEROVEE – why bad stuff seems to happen in the real world as a result of our posting online there.

Shortly after, new poster CJ brought news of a shooting incident in Munich… the cause of much running from a man with roots in I Ran…

I discussed it with Legs, later…

*Aww, Clicky, you’ve got me… /eyes widen… No! I don’t mean in the reproductive sense… *

And then it occurred to me, I’d seen 137, π and an 8 somewhere else before… At Evergreen Terrace…

‘The first equation on the board is largely Schiminovich’s work, and it predicts the mass of the Higgs boson, M(H⁰), an elementary particle that that was first proposed in 1964. The equation is a playful combination of various fundamental parameters, namely the Planck constant, the gravitational constant, and the speed of light. If you look up these numbers and plug them into the equation,¹ it predicts a mass of 775 giga-electron-volts (GeV), which is substantially higher than the 125 GeV estimate that emerged when the Higgs boson was discovered in 2012. Nevertheless, 775 GeV was not a bad guess, particularly bearing in mind that Homer is an amateur inventor and he performed this calculation fourteen years before the physicists at CERN, the European Organization for Nuclear Research, tracked down the elusive particle.’

*Click, you have a one-track mind…*

*Ahh… Very clever, Clicky… /yawn and stretch… That’s enough for now, let’s have a Song…*

*Fine, we’ll ketchup later*

 

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Updated – Poppy Sweetpea to the rescue…

Post title amended.