Word: Baksheesh

Baksheesh

An Oriental (mostly Arabic?) term for a gratuity, present of money, tip or bribe. Or as a verb, to give the same.

According to the OED, first recorded in English as far back as 1625 although not commonly until mid-19th century.

It appears to derive from the Persian bakhshīsh, a gift; which is from bakhshīdan, to give.

Weekly Photograph

Let’s have something cheering to combat this ghastly Spring weather.

This rose was spotted growing over a garden wall in Pinner, a couple of summers ago.

[28/52] Roadside Rosebud
Roadside Rosebud
Pinner, July 2011

Things You May have Missed

Another round-up of links to items you may have missed.

Apparently there is now evidence for what we’ve always been told: meditating (or anything like it) for at least 8 weeks is good for you — both the brain and the body.

Just as I always suspected: the horrible Myers-Briggs personality test is at best totally without foundation and at worst a complete con.


More confirmation of our suspicions. Bikini line waxing and shaving increases the risk of infection. One piece from the BBC and another from the Telegraph — same piece of news, slightly different slants.

So just what is my cat thinking? And how might we ever be able to find out?

Scientists have confirmed that there really is only one species of Kraken — that giant squid which is found all around the globe. Yes, this was unexpected and they don’t know why it is so.

Records have been analysed (don’t you love these navel-gazing scientists!) which show that the sound of the March 2011 Fukushima earthquake was detected out in space. Actually that’s quite awesome when you think about it.

Our civilisation is built on a network of networks, so a failure almost anywhere can bring the whole lot tumbling down. Luckily mathematicians are now starting to work out how to design the networks so this doesn’t happen. Sounds like it ain’t too easy though.

Think you’ve got a tough job? Pity the poor bugger who has to project manage building Hinkley Point C nuclear power station. Even as a project manager it makes my brain hurt just reading about it!

Well yes, if you go digging holes anywhere in central London you’re almost bound to dig up bones! Archaeologists working with the Crossrail contract have found what they believe to be a Black Death Plague burial site at Charterhouse Square. Only one?!


Divers have been back to the wreck which produced the Antikythera machine. It looks interesting if there’s the money to excavate it properly.

OK so Catholic priests being arraigned for alleged sexual assault isn’t new. But it is when the said priest admits he’s married. I wonder how many more there are?

Just for all the history geeks out there, here’s a list of some of the (Latin) names the Romans gave their horses.

Finally, I leave you with a WARNINGWash that salad well, boys and girls, because it seems it is more likely to make you ill than the much-reviled beefburger. Especially beware of the pre-washed, bagged and ready-to-eat stuff the supermarkets peddle.

Art or Not?

This …

Graham Ovenden trial: I have a moral obligation to paint children

… has some quite frightening implications.

One can only hope to god that the guy is acquitted.

Thoughts on my Cat

Harry the CatThoughts on my Cat

He shares my space, though he imagines it his
He sleeps with me – a warm plush purring pillow
He sleeps on my desk, to stop me working
He shares my meals, but not I his
He consoles me when I’m ill,
And helps me in the garden
He gets high on his catnip toys
He is self-cleaning and autonomous
He forgives me when I rebuke him
Returning only unconditional love
He invites me out hunting with him
And brings me back presents
Could one desire more?

Weekly Photograph

This week’s photo is only a rubbishy snapshot of “Harry the Cat” fast asleep in the paper recycling box by my desk. I don’t understand what it is about cats and boxes; or dogs and water come to that!

Cat Recycling
Cat Recycling
6 March 2013