"There appear to have been two men named Daniel Katz who are significant figures in the history of psychology. One of them (July 18, 1903 - Feb. 28, 1998) was important in social psychology. But I don't know anything about the other Daniel
Katz (Oct. 1, 1884 - Feb 2, 1953). Can anyone share information about the earlier Daniel Katz? Does anyone know the middle name or initial of either? "
Wednesday, 13 September 2006
Two Daniel Katz's
I found this while googling boredly at work today. Click the title above for the full page.
A GAMMY LEG
i took a bit of a tumble at work last friday. a stool broke underneath me, and i went clattering to the floor. my knee has been buggered since then. it's getting better - last saturday i could barely bend my leg, and was in intense agony, but i found the whole situation extremely hilarious. i sat on by bed, trying to put on a sock, and howling alternatively in agony and with amusement. however, by sunday i was over it all. i've had x-rays and check ups and i'm on anti-inflammatories, and it is getting better, but it still gets tender and sore by the end of the day - especially as i'm standing up all day at work.
in other news, this time next month, we'll be in london!
and finally, album of the month: rogue's gallery (various artists), an album that is much better than we have any right to expect it to be. folky, punky pirate ballads, performed by, amongst others, lou reed, bono, sting, bryan ferry, nick cave, several carthys, a wainwright or two, and the whole project was executive produced by johnny depp and gore verbinski, who just wanted to listen to some sea shanties. and also, some of it is a bit rude, which is always a good thing.
in other news, this time next month, we'll be in london!
and finally, album of the month: rogue's gallery (various artists), an album that is much better than we have any right to expect it to be. folky, punky pirate ballads, performed by, amongst others, lou reed, bono, sting, bryan ferry, nick cave, several carthys, a wainwright or two, and the whole project was executive produced by johnny depp and gore verbinski, who just wanted to listen to some sea shanties. and also, some of it is a bit rude, which is always a good thing.
Monday, 17 July 2006
The Most Annoying Pair Of Shoes Ever Cobbled
As I was trapsing around Highpoint Shopping Centre this morning, my ears were assaulted by a high pitched squeaking noise - the kind of noise made by one of those rubber duckie-type toys; the kind of noise that has been designed to squeak at the exact frequency to make you wish that you had a blackboard handy so that you could run your fingernails down it to cover up the noise of the squeak. Normally, however, the rubber-duckie toy squeak dosen't last long - a couple of hearty throttlings from a young child who either becomes bored very quickly, or manages to completely mangle the sqeaking mechanism - so that relief and sanity are usually restored fairly quickly.
However (and here I end my pre-amble), today the noise didn't stop. It kept sqeaking and squeaking and sqeaking, getting closer and closer. And closer. I turned to see a child delightedly jumping up and down, running around - a sickening SQUEAK merging and ecoing around the food court with every step. I had seen them - THE MOST ANNOYING PAIR OF SHOES EVER COBBLED (or however they make shoes these days). WHY would parents do that to their own sanity? Why? WHY?
I ran as fast as my non-squeaky converse would carry me back to the relative safety of my place of work, where I spent the rest of the day planning and scheming, pondering where might be able to get my hands on a cauldron big enough to boil every pair of squeaky shoes ever produced. Only then will I be able to sleep soundly, without the hideous SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK haunting my dreams.
Goodnight.
ps. click this post's title to witness the horror...the horror...
However (and here I end my pre-amble), today the noise didn't stop. It kept sqeaking and squeaking and sqeaking, getting closer and closer. And closer. I turned to see a child delightedly jumping up and down, running around - a sickening SQUEAK merging and ecoing around the food court with every step. I had seen them - THE MOST ANNOYING PAIR OF SHOES EVER COBBLED (or however they make shoes these days). WHY would parents do that to their own sanity? Why? WHY?
I ran as fast as my non-squeaky converse would carry me back to the relative safety of my place of work, where I spent the rest of the day planning and scheming, pondering where might be able to get my hands on a cauldron big enough to boil every pair of squeaky shoes ever produced. Only then will I be able to sleep soundly, without the hideous SQUEAK SQUEAK SQUEAK haunting my dreams.
Goodnight.
ps. click this post's title to witness the horror...the horror...
Saturday, 3 June 2006
Uncledom
As of this morning (Australian time - last night UK time) I am an Uncle! My parents are GRANDPARENTS! My baby brother is a FATHER!!! Aaaargh! What is the world coming to?
Congratulations to Orly and Adam on the birth of their first (of many?) born.
Congratulations to Orly and Adam on the birth of their first (of many?) born.
Thursday, 4 May 2006
An African Adventure - Part the iii
I've left you waiting long enough. Time for the next instalment.
Tuesday 14th March
We arrived back in Capies around 6pm, strolled along the beach, moved into our temporary abode (our cousin's place), refreshed, then out for dinner to the area of town known as the Waterkant (my mother never gets tired of mispronouncing that word), for a delicious Italian dinner. Then back to the flat, where I made a quick call to Rachel. Yay, I got to speak to Rachel! Great!
Wednesday 15th March
The rest of the family (my baby brother and a-father-to-be Adam, cousins Ben and Anna, and aunt and uncle Rhoda and Baruch) arrived from London (although Anna had only been in London for a day, having come over from Brazil – the jetsetter). After catching up, we went to the supermarket to stock up. After lunch, the cousins went for a coastal drive, followed by a walk and a scramble along Llandudno Beach (not the one in Wales, obviously). In the evening, the family gathered at Arthur(the groom, and the very essence of a mobster don – cigar, belly, husky voice, expensive gadgets, generous to friends)’s very large home. Dinner was delicious, saw a lot of people I recognised but couldn’t quite place (ah, large family gatherings…), Adam fell asleep. That was pretty much that.
Thursday 16th March
Day trip with cousins and parents and aunt and uncle. First stop was Moizenburg (sp?) my mother’s childhood holiday beach. Then onto Kalk Bay for lunch in a restaurant overlooking the sea, before driving on to Boulder to stare at penguins. Hehehehe – they are small and cute! And they get under your car! Then we drove up to Cape Point, where there was many a baboon (bobbejanes in Afrikaans). Caught a funicular up to the top, walked around looking at the picturesque scenery and views, before walking back down to the car park, where a large alpha-male baboon came bolting out of the undergrowth next to me and shot straight over to a car with an open boot. The owner of the car was alert enough to slam the boot shut and jump back before the baboon arrived and jumped up onto the roof of the car. He sat there for a few moments, posing for photos, before dashing off again.
Meanwhile, some Israelis were taking photos of a nearby baboon, and foolishly left their car doors open. The alpha male re-appeared and jumped into their car, rummaging around for food. It drew a large crowd, including us, and at one point, the baboon emerged from the car, made a lunge at Ben and one of the Israelis, before getting back into the car. We took this as a good sign that we should be on our way, so we climbed into our cars and were on our way. We drove back via the stunning Chapman’s Peak Drive (Cape Town’s version of the Great Ocean Road, only shorter), stopping frequently for photo opportunities of the sun setting over the ocean.
We went out for dinner that night to a nearby Kosher restaurant, then for drinks at the Buena Vista Social Café – nice, trendy, cool, smokey.
I’ll save the final 5 days for the next entry. Until then…
Tuesday 14th March
We arrived back in Capies around 6pm, strolled along the beach, moved into our temporary abode (our cousin's place), refreshed, then out for dinner to the area of town known as the Waterkant (my mother never gets tired of mispronouncing that word), for a delicious Italian dinner. Then back to the flat, where I made a quick call to Rachel. Yay, I got to speak to Rachel! Great!
Wednesday 15th March
The rest of the family (my baby brother and a-father-to-be Adam, cousins Ben and Anna, and aunt and uncle Rhoda and Baruch) arrived from London (although Anna had only been in London for a day, having come over from Brazil – the jetsetter). After catching up, we went to the supermarket to stock up. After lunch, the cousins went for a coastal drive, followed by a walk and a scramble along Llandudno Beach (not the one in Wales, obviously). In the evening, the family gathered at Arthur(the groom, and the very essence of a mobster don – cigar, belly, husky voice, expensive gadgets, generous to friends)’s very large home. Dinner was delicious, saw a lot of people I recognised but couldn’t quite place (ah, large family gatherings…), Adam fell asleep. That was pretty much that.
Thursday 16th March
Day trip with cousins and parents and aunt and uncle. First stop was Moizenburg (sp?) my mother’s childhood holiday beach. Then onto Kalk Bay for lunch in a restaurant overlooking the sea, before driving on to Boulder to stare at penguins. Hehehehe – they are small and cute! And they get under your car! Then we drove up to Cape Point, where there was many a baboon (bobbejanes in Afrikaans). Caught a funicular up to the top, walked around looking at the picturesque scenery and views, before walking back down to the car park, where a large alpha-male baboon came bolting out of the undergrowth next to me and shot straight over to a car with an open boot. The owner of the car was alert enough to slam the boot shut and jump back before the baboon arrived and jumped up onto the roof of the car. He sat there for a few moments, posing for photos, before dashing off again.
Meanwhile, some Israelis were taking photos of a nearby baboon, and foolishly left their car doors open. The alpha male re-appeared and jumped into their car, rummaging around for food. It drew a large crowd, including us, and at one point, the baboon emerged from the car, made a lunge at Ben and one of the Israelis, before getting back into the car. We took this as a good sign that we should be on our way, so we climbed into our cars and were on our way. We drove back via the stunning Chapman’s Peak Drive (Cape Town’s version of the Great Ocean Road, only shorter), stopping frequently for photo opportunities of the sun setting over the ocean.
We went out for dinner that night to a nearby Kosher restaurant, then for drinks at the Buena Vista Social Café – nice, trendy, cool, smokey.
I’ll save the final 5 days for the next entry. Until then…
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