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Friday Alphametic

Friday, April 2nd, 2010

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COIL

+ UNCOIL

————

SPRING

Friday Alphametic + Lupus Foundation Meeting

Friday, March 5th, 2010

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LUPUS
+ WRITE
+ WRITE
+ WRITE
———-
RETIRE

In this post, I make reference to Flannery O’Connor’s brilliant “lupus + writing” retirement plan in alphametic form, for purposes of also plugging the monthly lupus meeting in town. Because Fridays are for Friday Alphametics, but there was too much stuff to post earlier this week to remind people that it’s that time again.

It’s that time again! The Lupus Foundation of Virginia Charlottesville chapter’s regular monthly meeting will be this Saturday, March 6 (the first Sat. of the month) at Cville Coffee at 12-noon.

These are informal, open meetings where you can come for delicious coffee, and stay to discuss local/regional/larger rheumatology resources, problems, and solutions.

Autoimmunity affects more Americans than heart disease or cancer, and coordination of resources critical. That’s why these meetings are open to all people who suffer from or are otherwise affected by any autoimmune disorder. (Spouses, friends, and family are welcome!) We are your community resource for information, support, and did I mention the coffee?

Friday Alphametic

Friday, February 26th, 2010

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RIGHTS
+ NIGHTS
———–
PRISON

This week in misogyny: a pregnant Iowa woman was arrested for attempted feticide after falling down stairs, and pregnant inmates in Britain suffered some pretty horrendous abuse.

I don’t have a joke here, I just think this stuff is wildly under-reported in news media because most women who get mistreated as women are too ashamed to talk about it.

Friday Alphametic

Friday, February 19th, 2010


ROCK
+ ROCK
———
LOCKE

To paraphrase John Locke: Sic semper tyrannis, baby.

Friday Alphametic

Friday, February 12th, 2010

HEART
+ HEARTH
+ SAW
+ SPENT
————
WITNESS

Friday Alphametic

Friday, February 5th, 2010

DEAD

+ DEAD

+ DEAD

+ DEAD

+ DEAD

+ DEAD

————

LINE

Friday Alphametic

Friday, January 29th, 2010

MORTARS +
MORTARS +
MONA
————–
LEONARDO

Leonardo da Vinci’s resume, revealed.

Friday Alphametic

Friday, January 22nd, 2010

NADA

+ NADA

+ NADA

+ NADA

+ NADA

+ NADA

————-

BING

Friday Alphametic

Friday, January 15th, 2010

BREAK

+ BREAK

+ BREAK

+ BREAK

—————

QUAKE

Here are some ideas for helping Haiti:  rebuild better, cancel debts, make a call supporting Temporary Protected Status for Haitians.
And for the click and donate type of help:

For emergency humanitarian relief:  Oxfam, Christian Aid, Red Cross, Catholic Relief Service, and more.

For community assistance outside Port-au-Prince (areas also hit by the effects of the quake) and to help arrest the decline of the agricultural sector which has driven hundreds of thousands of young people to search for a livelihood in the capital’s now-stricken shanty-towns:  The Lambi Fund of Haiti.  Links and explanatory text (except Red Cross, CRS, & more) gratis the Haiti Support Group - a British solidarity organisation supporting the Haitian people’s struggle for participatory democracy, human rights and equitable development.

Finally, a reminder of why American owes a debt to Haiti.

Friday Alphametic

Friday, January 8th, 2010

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SOUND

+ WAIT

+ STAND

————-

WILLOW

Summed from “Home,” by William Alexander Percy (In April Once) –

I have a need of silence and of stars.
Too much is said too loudly.  I am dazed.
The silken sound of whirled infinity
Is lost in voices shouting to be heard.
I once knew men as earnest and less shrill.
An undermeaning that I caught I miss
Among these ears that hear all sounds save silence,
These eyes that see so much but not the sky,
These minds that gain all knowledge but no calm.
If suddenly the desperate music ceased,
Could they return to life? or would they stand
In dancers’ attitudes, puzzled, polite,
And striking vaguely hand on tired hand
For an encore, to fill the ghastly pause?
I do not know.  Some rhythm there may be
I cannot hear.  But I oh, I must go
Back where the breakers of deep sunlight roll
Across flat fields that love and touch the sky.
Back to the more of earth, the less of man,
Where there is still a plain simplicity,
And friendship, poor in everything but love,
And faith, unwise, unquestioned, but a star…
Soon now the peace of summer will be there
With cloudy fire of myrtles in full bloom.
And, when the marvelous wide evenings come,
Across the molten river one can see
The misty willow-green of Arcady.
And then the summer stars.  I will go home.