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UP the old Muse

by ATinNM
Tue May 9th, 2006 at 01:49:23 PM EST

Seeing the call issued by whataboutbob for us to crank up our Muse and submit more diaries I leap into action.  


But first we need to distinquish between a Muse:

and a Moose:

The Muses (Mousai or Moisai) were a group of goddesses whose chief cult center was located at Mt. Helicon, Boetia, in ancient Greece.  They were the patron of all liberal arts and sciences as well as the gymnasia, since physical training was an intergal part of the ancient Greek educational system.  

A Moose (alces alces) is the largest member of the deer family with a shoulder height of 1.5 - 2 meters, weighing 820 kilos.  

The two should not be confused and, in fact, need to be kept completely distinct in cognitive hierarchies to avoid systematic error.  

A Muse, has a particular discipline over which she reigns.  Calliope (not to be confused with a cantalope) means She of the beautiful voice and, thus, reigns over Music.  

Any particular Moose doesn't reign over anything and, during the summer, shuffles along from lake to lake eating water plants.  

The Muses were canonically limited in number to 9.

Moose are limited to the ecology of northern America and Eurasia.  

A Muse was seldom shot, had its head cut-off, mounted on a board, and nailed to a wall.

For a Moose, this process is less common than formerly but is still known to happen.

The common feature providing the maximum source of confusion, lies in the fact Muses, tho' shy, can oft be found dancing in a woodland glade.  A Moose is also found in woodland glades and are also shy.  A Rule-of-Thumb field test, to determine which is which is:

If it's a semi-clad young woman ascending into the heavens there is a high probability you have encountered a Muse.  If it's big, hairy, shaggy, with huge horns, and trampling you to death it is most likely to be a Moose.

I sincerely hope this diary has been of some value in forestalling confusion and misapprehension.

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I have been meaning to write on this subject for some time.  

Therefore, I wish to thank whataboutbob for the spur to finally see this diary put forth upon the internet.  It is a fine thing the Information Superhighway now exists so that the sum total of human knowledge, driven by the cut and thrust of heady intellectual debate, can be increased - Nay! - increased and diseminated to a global community eagerly drinking at the font of wisdom.

Och nu den svenska kocken bakar en Alaskan älg jägare. Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

by ATinNM on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 02:02:03 PM EST
So was this your muse or your moose that inspired this?

And I always heard, "don't ever get between a moose mother and her baby, because if you do, you are in big trouble".

What happens if someone gets in-between you and your muse?

(And by the way, who are the nine Muses? I know, I know, I could look it up on the wiki...but its more fun to see who knows this without looking...)

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by whataboutbob on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 02:16:09 PM EST
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This brings forth a little known fact.  In the first list there were 10: Clio, Euterpe, Thalia, Melpomene, Terpsichore, Erato, Polymnia, Urania, Calliope [op. cite.] and Mabel.  Mabel was dropped by Hesiod as he felt She who rules over the Picnic Lunch wasn't in keeping with the high snooty tone of the other 9.

Recent investigation into another, potential, member: Disharmonia, She who rules over Punk Rock, has been discontinued.  

The reasons are obvious.

Och nu den svenska kocken bakar en Alaskan älg jägare. Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

by ATinNM on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 02:34:03 PM EST
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"I'll have what he's having"

You can't be me, I'm taken
by Sven Triloqvist on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 03:28:31 PM EST
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Moose are, of course, a feature of my adopted country. Drive almost anywhere in Finland and you have stretches of road with warning signs. Kilometre after kilometre there are also fences by the roads.

Sadly, the infrastructure of a modern society criss-crosses ancient paths through the forest. The hunting season is always bad. When they salt the roads in winter it's bad. But the worst thing is a warm dark night when your headlamps suddenly illuminate a hulk crossing the motorway. They stand in their tracks, mesmerized by the lights.

A moose has long spindly legs, putting the lethal mass of the body above hood height. In the 3 seconds time you have to react, your car has travelled 100 metres (at 120 kpm).

It's not very amoosing...

You can't be me, I'm taken

by Sven Triloqvist on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 02:30:49 PM EST
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and even less amoosing for the moose.

The difference between theory and practise in practise ...
by DeAnander (de_at_daclarke_dot_org) on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 05:08:25 PM EST
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Good diary. But needs some graphy goodness.

Moose are driven mad by hot weather and will attack cars:

Moose have different names and different holiday habits:

And note here how the world has already passed the point of of peak moose.

by ThatBritGuy (thatbritguy (at) googlemail.com) on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 06:58:05 PM EST
Peak moose... interesting.  But technically, moose are a renewable resource.
by the stormy present (stormypresent aaaaaaat gmail etc) on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 07:36:02 PM EST
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"O TSP," he posted, shaking his head sadly.  "Why not call upon the Muses and put it thus:

Daddy mooses meet mammy mooses
and little mooses resultum.
These little mooses grow up
to have little mooses
and so on, ad infinitum."

(The Lord knows I try to elevate the tone, bring some esthetic sophisication to ET.  Alas! All in vain ... all in vain.)


Och nu den svenska kocken bakar en Alaskan älg jägare. Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

by ATinNM on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 02:15:21 AM EST
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One moose, two moose
Three moose, four.
We shall have some
Mooses more.

Hmm.  No.  Let's try again.

Logging company chopping right
Through the forest all the night,
Cutting down the old-growth woods,
Leaving nothing where there should
Be habitat for mooses tall.
Soon there shall be none at all.

by the stormy present (stormypresent aaaaaaat gmail etc) on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 02:31:44 AM EST
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What this diary patently fails to appreciate is that for some people, a moose can be a muse.
by the stormy present (stormypresent aaaaaaat gmail etc) on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 07:35:03 PM EST
Tis true, tis so.

here is a collection of moose inspired poetry inspired by a Muse.

And here and here as well.

Och nu den svenska kocken bakar en Alaskan älg jägare. Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

by ATinNM on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 01:39:21 AM EST
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This brings up the very profound question: is the mousse made up of dark or light chocolate?
by Fran (fran at eurotrib dot com) on Tue May 9th, 2006 at 11:49:21 PM EST
I prefer a 3-in-1 conditioner for my mousse

chocolate doesn't cut it



Och nu den svenska kocken bakar en Alaskan älg jägare. Bonk! Bonk! Bonk!

by ATinNM on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 01:24:36 AM EST
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More important is to understand the difference between mousse and mosso.

A mousse is something you can it.
a Mosso is the name of the catalan police.

Do not confuse a moose with a mousse with a mosso.

You can end up in prison if you try to eat a mosso...or dead if you try to eat a mouse.

by the way.. what muse has to do with all this?

A pleasure

I therefore claim to show, not how men think in myths, but how myths operate in men's minds without their being aware of the fact. Levi-Strauss, Claude

by kcurie on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 03:58:02 AM EST
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Then you won't want to mistake le mousse, the ship's boy, for la mousse, which in turn may be that white bubbly stuff in the ship's wake, or may be made of chocolate, or may be made by L'Oréal and used in your bath.

The ship's wake wakes up your Muse.

Sorry, couldn't resist.

by balbuz on Wed May 10th, 2006 at 07:21:51 AM EST
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