Feed your head

I've decided that the publication schedule of this blog will have to revert to "occasional" - i.e. posts at random, sporadic and varied intervals when I remember what my password is and have something I feel like raving about.

Today's topic - my reversion to childhood - or rather my current plan of re-reading all those childhood classics - but in a Web 2.0-ey kinda way. Which means fantastic sites like Librivox - free public domain audio books.

These are all read by volunteers so be prepared for varied sound quality (I swear I could hear someone doing the dishes in the background of Chapter 1 of Alice's Adventures in Wonderland) and a cornucopia of American accents (it's OK - only one reader so far sounded like George W. Bush).

But it's just soooooo cool to be able to sit and listen to Alice's Adventures in Wonderland - knowing that I have Treasure Island and Little Women waiting in the wings (and yes, Hamster I can listen to Lewis Carroll and Radio Sport at the same time!)

Hints for the Audiobook download newbie

• leave Dickens until you can find version with British narrators - David Copperfield should not sound like he's just left an Iowan cornfield.


• If you have dial-up - don't fall off your chair with shock/disgust/laughter when your computer tells you that Great Expectations will take one week, four days, 5 hours and 53 minutes to download.


• Don't start casting nasturtiums about Mr Carroll's use of hallucenogenic substances while penning his tome before you check that you have loaded the chapters onto your mp3 player in the correct order.

And if you need explanation of the title of this post ...

I want to be a mad scientist!

Yes, I am one of those people who browse the weird and wonderful stuff around us in newspapers, magazines and the web. And everything now and again, I find a gem.

Check out this article from the Inhabit website - apparently kangaroo farts do not contain methane (nasty greenhouse gassy stuff) and they're trying to find out whether this handy little piece of Antipodean physiology could be transferred to cows?

Perhaps I enjoy stuff like this from a hidden dream to be a mad scientist? And this from someone who ditched science in fourth form (Year 9 for those of you who had the misfortune to be born anytime after Bohemian Rhapsody was released). The most likely reason is that at that age I wasn't particularly interested in my future scholastic endeavours - I chose the subjects that had the a) highest pass rates, b) least psychotic teachers and c) no classes after lunch (my attention span in those days being similar to a mayfly).

Why else would I drop something potentially useful (such as biology or chemistry) for the archaic wonder that was School C Latin? I mean we got to learn all about Caesar conquering Britain - even though he didn't stick around and actually complete the exercise as I later found out, had to wait for Claudius for that (did you know I always thought Claudius' first name was I? Blame Robert Graves)

Instead we translated ancient Latin cookbooks and realised where English food came from (blame Caesar and Claudius? You bet!). I mean, there weren't any recipes for chicken tikka marsala back then - but this 'Roman' food bore a marked resemblance to something Jamie Oliver would harass a school dinner lady about rather than anything Nigella Lawson would toss her hair over.

Anywho - back to Skippy and his (her?) mates. Perhaps we've got it all wrong - ditch the cows and farm kangaroos? Me Mum's an Aussie and says that Skippy can be quite tasty. Mind you there was a war on at the time ... and the kids were told it was smoked mutton. Milking sheds would need to be re-designed somewhat and the standard taranaki gate would be slightly redundant in keeping the buggers contained. Gosh maybe we could plant trees around paddocks to corrall Kanga and Roo?

But this all leads to one extremely vexing question ... how did they find out what exactly is contained in the average kangaroo's fart?