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What is the plural of ‘Pegasus?’

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What is the plural of ‘Pegasus?’

Mark A. Mandel, linguist (i.e., language scientist and researcher), PhD in linguistics

The original was Greek, but we adopted it in English in the Latin form, ending in -us, not the Greek -os. So we use “pegasi”, not “*pegasoi”. We can and do also use “pegasuses”, as we say “campuses” and “calluses”: Eunji Choi is right about expressions like “the Mickey Mouses of the world”, but that’s not relevant here: “pegasus”, like “atlas” and “medusa”, is proper only in origin.

Pegasi Downtown Dallas Texas

Pegasi
Downtown Dallas
Texas

The Soft Wind Carried the Moment Away

Posted on by Bill Chance

Over the hill and across the ford and down by the meadow gate
May her days be many, her days be few,
The dream of the maiden will never come true.
For the soft wind carried the moment away,
And the birds they sang, but they would not stay
By the meadow gate.
—-Kate Chopin, By The Meadow Gate, last stanza

By The Meadow Gate

Again In The Meadow James Surls 2002, Steel, Paint Hall Sculpture Garden Dallas, Texas

Again In The Meadow
James Surls
2002, Steel, Paint
Hall Sculpture Garden
Dallas, Texas

Unthinkable Complexity

Posted on by Bill Chance

“Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts… A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding…”
― William Gibson, Neuromancer

One of the nice things about travelling around the… well, around… looking at sculptures is when you find stuff by sculptors you’ve seen before – and especially when you’ve done entries on them.

At the new Hall Sculpture Garden at the side of the new KMPG Plaza Building in the Arts District I found Stainless Internet by George Tobolowsky. His work is scattered around the Metroplex – including two at the Irving Arts Center:
It’s a Slam Dunk
and
Square Deal #2
Take a look at them – compare and contrast.

The Stainless Internet George Tobolowsky 2015, Stainless Steel Hall Sculpture Garden Dallas, Texas

The Stainless Internet
George Tobolowsky
2015, Stainless Steel
Hall Sculpture Garden
Dallas, Texas

The Stainless Internet (Detail) George Tobolowsky 2015, Stainless Steel Hall Sculpture Garden Dallas, Texas

The Stainless Internet (Detail)
George Tobolowsky
2015, Stainless Steel
Hall Sculpture Garden
Dallas, Texas

A Consolation For the Weary

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“In the squares and in the streets we are placing our work convinced that art must not remain a sanctuary for the idle, a consolation for the weary, and a justification for the lazy. Art should attend us everywhere that life flows and acts.”
—-Vladimir Tatlin

Tatlin's Sentinel John Henry 2001, Yellow Painted Steel Dallas, Texas

Tatlin’s Sentinel
John Henry
2001, Painted Yellow Steel
Dallas, Texas

A well-placed large sculpture by John Henry. I like the title – I’ve always been a fan of Tatlin’s Tower – someone should build one of those – a real big-ass version.

There’s A Lady Who’s Sure All That Glitters Is Gold

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Stairway to Heaven James Suris Steel, Paint Art District, Dallas, Texas

Stairway to Heaven
James Suris
Steel, Paint
Arts District, Dallas, Texas

Make Me One With Everything

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“Said Buddha to the hot dog vendor, “make me one with everything.”
― New York Magazine

Outside of Wild About Harry's Deep Ellum Dallas Texas

Outside of Wild About Harry’s
Deep Ellum
Dallas Texas

I’ve always had a soft spot for Wild About Harry’s – the local frozen custard mini-chain. They used to have a location in San Antonio, above the Riverwalk (now closed). Years ago, I was wandering the Riverwalk in a sad funk full of Holly Golightly Mean Reds and I stopped by Wild About Harry’s for a frozen custard and it made me feel better. Thank goodness for small mercies.

Now there is a branch opened in Deep Ellum, and it is good. If you need a little pickmeup, be sure and stop by.

Don’t let the scary hotdog man near the door frighten you away.

Radio Antenna Hot Dog Man - I don't remember where I took this.

Radio Antenna Hot Dog Man – I don’t remember where I took this.

Without Thought On Anything But the Ride You Are Taking

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“When the spirits are low, when the day appears dark, when work becomes monotonous, when hope hardly seems worth having, just mount a bicycle and go out for a spin down the road, without thought on anything but the ride you are taking.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle

Design District Dallas, Texas

Design District
Dallas, Texas

Bicycles lined up outside Community Beer Company, Dallas.

The Straight And the Winding Way Are One

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“He poured the tumbler full. Drink up, he said. The world goes on. We have dancing nightly and this night is no exception. The straight and the winding way are one and now that you are here what do the years count since last we two met together? Men’s memories are uncertain and the past that was differs little from the past that was not.”
― Cormac McCarthy, Blood Meridian, or the Evening Redness in the West

Service Dock Downtown Dallas, Texas

Service Dock
Downtown Dallas, Texas

Infinity In the Palm Of Your Hand

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To see a World in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour.
—-William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

Mural, Deep Ellum Dallas, Texas

Mural, Deep Ellum
Dallas, Texas

Every Night and every Morn
Some to Misery are Born.
Every Morn and every Night
Some are Born to sweet delight.
Some are Born to sweet delight,
Some are Born to Endless Night.
—-William Blake, Auguries of Innocence

An Incredible Network Of Lines

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“She couldn’t stop watching his eyes. They were bright black, surrounded by an incredible network of lines, like a laboratory maze for studying intelligence in tears. They seemed to know what she wanted, even if she didn’t.”
― Thomas Pynchon, The Crying of Lot 49

Hyatt Regency Dallas, Texas

Hyatt Regency
Dallas, Texas