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 by Peter Lake |
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November 24, 2008
You know what they say, keeps boredom at bay. It also, in one of my favorite Batman episodes, keeps my favorite psychopath, the Riddler, away.
As long as you're able to solve his fiendish riddles.
For those that need a little brushing up, riddles can be reduced to two basic types: enigmas, like the Riddle of Aesthetic Principles, for example, that you might want to stay away from.
Conundrums come in the form of questions, (or poems), sometimes ending in a pun. They make us feel dumb when we hear the answer. So I've thoughtfully provided the answer so we can all pretend we would have known it anyway.
Let's begin slowly.
What cheese is made backwards? Edam. On what kind of ships do students study? Scholarships.
What is broken every time it's spoken? Silence.
Since your mind is almost working, here's a logic riddle.
Two girls are born to the same mother, on the same day, at the same time. Yet they're not twins. How come? Yep, easy. They're part of triplets.
Now that I've lulled you into a false sense of confidence.
If I say, "Everything I tell you is a lie," am I telling you the truth or a lie? I'll let you ponder this one. The answer lies here.
Are you ready to solve Einstein's riddle? Only two percent of the world can.
There are five houses next to each other on a street, painted five different colors. A person of different nationality lives in each house. The five home owners each drink a different beverage, smoke a different brand of cigar and keep a different pet.
Who owns the fish?
You might need some clues.
If it wasn’t for riddles, Medieval Europe might have even had a bloodier history. As Anglo Saxons, Vikings and Teutons sat around their respective hearths riddling each other with words instead of sharp instruments. Their riddle of choice was the riddle poem, which had a rhythm all its own. This example, preserved in the Red Book of Exeter, is one of the oldest poems on record.
The Moon is my father, the Sea is my mother. I have a million brothers, I die when I reach land. Answer: A wave on the ocean.
(The sisters were wisely staying home.)
It’s easy to make up a riddle. Simply pick a subject. Imagine that subject speaking to you. And work backwards.
I have thousands of eyes to help me see. So I am never completely at sea. Answer: I am Peterman’s Eye. (I'll work on it.)
I'll leave you with the riddle put to Homer, the famous Greek Poet, by fishermen of Los that caused him such consternation, he slipped and hit his head, died, never knowing the answer. (So the legend goes.)
What we caught we threw away; what we didn't catch, we kept.
Care to take a crack, so to speak, at it? Any favorites you want to riddle us with?
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What are Lamb skins used for more than anything else?
To hold Lambs together. I know, I know....
What have I got in my pocketses?
Olivia,
You must gives us three guesseses...three.
Paul Murphy said...
Olivia,
Nothing makes a man more adventursome than an empty pocket?
But I love that phrase
No pockets in a catsuit...
belleball said...
in marble walls as white as milk, lined with a skin as soft as silk
within a fountain, crystal clear, a golden apple doth appear!
no doors there are to this stronghold, yet thieves break in and steal the gold.
Three guesses this one grants, though I am not wearing pants.
Nor tee, nor ulster, nor chemise-no top at all, if you please.
I float above you, high and light, omnipresent, out of sight.
A vital intake I provide, and sometimes cause a bumpy ride.
If this conundrum you can guess, with my breath I will you bless.
belle-eggses?
Olivia,
Air?
Pam-bien fait!
belleball said...
Olivia - - eggszactly - my little German grandmother sang that to me many times 76 years ago -
Can I answer a riddle with a question? Are fleas and lice related?
True or False and why? One of the main criticisms of Michelangelo's work by his contemporaries was that his work did not look like a photograph.
Where does a king keep his armies?
Sleevies.
Jonathan. The correct answer is"up his sleevies"
ha ha
YvonneEloise,
In parts of London, 'fleas and lice' is ice.
drdgscott said...
If a man's wife is out of town, is he still wrong?
I am reminded of the lovely old English folk song: I gave my love a cherry that hath no stone.I gave my love a chicken that hath no bone.I told my love a story that hath no end.I gave my love a baby with no cryin'. How can there be a cherry that hath no stone?How can there be a chicken that hath no bone?How can there be a story that hath no end?How can there be a baby with no cryin'? A cherry when it blossoms, it hath no stone.A chicken when it's pipping, it hath no bone.The story that I love you, it hath no end.A baby when it's sleeping hath no cryin'.
My formating doth not appear to be in proper working order today. Sorry.
As I was going to St Ives
I met a man with seven wives
Seven wives with seven sacks
Seven sacks with seven cats
Seven cats with seven kits
Kits, cats, sacks, wives
How many were going to St Ives?
...and, there are two t's in formatting...I should have stayed in bed...
No cheating on this one:
Swings by his thigh / a thing most magical!
Below the belt / beneath the folds
Of his clothes it hangs / a hole in its front end,
stiff-set and stout / it swivels about.
Levelling the head / of this hanging tool,
its wielder hoists his hem / above his knee;
it is his will to fill / a well-known hole
that it fits fully / when at full length
He's oft filled it before. / Now he fills it again.
Oh, Jonathan, that's too easy...one...enjoy your day in St. Ives!
Apologizing in advance for completely ignoring today's topic as well as running the risk of offending persons of delicate sensibilities or even good taste, I give you:
A Seasonal Message
the bays are frozen over
the lake will soon lock up
the city geese just noticed..
no place to lunch or sup
the grass, as yet, uncovered
has died back and gone brown
so they’re sounding quite unhappy
as they criuse above the town
goose eighty has a message
to the leader of the vee
we’re circling..going nowhere
Murray, can’t you see?
the leader has some wisdom
he would like to share
I’m only here he answers
because you went back there
Murray, I’m so sorry
I hate to kvetch and yell
I know that you are hungry
and very cold as well
It’s not just the empty stomach
or the icy wind that cuts..
it’s that I think I've noticed
I can’t feel my ___s
Personally, I like the "Key" riddle because it implies a man wearing a SKIRT, such as I often do.
Chivalrous? I hope to be excluded from such company, as the poet says:
Quand je monte des chevaux, je mange toujours la saleté.
Confession. I am, in fact, that poet. But it's still true. Horse + Saddle + Jonathan = Dirt Salad.
A N D ... that post went on the wrong page. See, I can't even mention a horse without things going badly. More dirt. Heaped on head. Salad for one.
Sorry Guys ~ Need to sit this one out, not good at Riddles. Been lost since the opening one in the Column....
Gia said...
Rings, tthe classic easy riddle: What is black and white and red all over? And then I always liked, how far can a dog run into the woods. Halfway. Then he runs out. Anyone get Einstein's yet?
Feed me and I live.
Give me drink and I die...
belleball said...
how 'bout What goes down the chimney up but can't go up the chimney down?
Well Gia ~ That one's Easy ~ The Sun Burnt Zebra....Of course...
The only one I can think of is form a Cosby HSow Episode ~ A plane Crashes on the Border of the U.S. & Mexico.. Where do they Bury the survivors?
Bad form to bury the living!
Jonathan-You. Skirt. Picture. Please.
Just spent my lunch hour cutting up post-it notes, coloring them one of five colors, writing things on tabs like "lives next to house with cats" and "smokes blends," and still have nothing.
Except three paper cuts. I guess I'm no Einstein. Especially since I'm sure he would have just clicked on Mr. Peterman's link that says, "Answer resides here."
Hey, all!
Five in one I'll always be.
When it's cold you'll think of me.
With cows and sheep I'm often made.
Or latex for another trade.
Missive,
Been missing and thinking about you- as a confessed Mac user.
This morning our sleeping i-mac was making an unusual noise. After rebooting, it ran back-up for two straight hours. Strange- no?
I did look up the Einstein answer and it still makes no sense... to me.
Stoney - Fire?
Olivia - Gloves?
The part of the bird
that is not in the sky,
which can swim in the ocean
and always stay dry.
I'm still working on Einstein's - I don't want to look.
I have a whole bulk box of laffy taffys sitting under my desk...if you guys run out of riddles you can come over and binge on candy and read the wrapper riddles to each other.
Georgia said...
I'm late to the ball, but only now read your Ava Gardner essay, and because I'd have followed FRank Sinatra anywhere; was simply born too late to have been among his bobby-sox fans, I'm called to comment. A well-written, elegant, slim volume, Why Sinatra Matters, addresses his life and more-than-considerable talent, but expands to the 'plight,' in the author's phrase, of immigrants at that time, for whom Sinatra represented more than I'd considered, much as I appreciate his work. I agree that Ava was likely The One, but oh, what a task it was, especially Catholic and seriously Italian-American, with all both entail, to be in the public eye then. Among his albums, my favorites are In The Wee Small Hours and Only The Lonely, wherein he reveals possibly more than he intended -- no: I'm wrong there, for he delivered songs in very truth, like no one before or since, and Tin Pan Alley composers appreciated how he handled their work, always crediting them and presenting it as no one else could, or will. An American Icon. As a teenager in Hoboken NJ he worked for a construction man who'd been an opera singer, and learned everything he could. No one could best him in breath control, even at skinny seventeen, and his pitch was perfect.
Loyal to the end to those with whom he grew up, those he captured along the way, he was (often anonymously) generous, philanthropic to causes and to troubled colleagues. They never asked, but he knew, often sending a blank signed check to actors in the frightening McCarthy era (for which thank you, JP, for your earlier essay).
I had the good fortune, once, to sing under the baton of Robert Shaw, then America's pre-eminent serious choral conductor, Stravinsky's "Symphony of Psalms." In rehearsal Maestro Shaw became furious at a repeated error, threw down his baton, and yelled, "Do NONE of you know Frank Sinatra? This day, buy an album and study him!"
more on the honor rollFrank Sinatra did do some of his most creative work with Nelson Riddle.
'The man in the wilderness said to me, "How many strawberries grow in the sea?" I answered him as I thought good "As many red herrings as grow in the wood."'
Stoney, you're a Mac man?! I should have known. It suits you. You're very smart and obviously have a pure aesthetic. Yes. Indeed.
Your Mac story IS enigmatic. Very fitting for today. I do believe they have minds of their own, though, so I dig it.
How are your keyboard commands? Wanna do drills? My favorite: option-shift-hyphen for an em dash. Love the em dash. Totally the new black in the world of punctuation.
One Mac confession: (on the note of 'minds of their own') I believe my iPhone is out to get me. Let's just say, it has gotten me into loads of trouble many times. Very suspicious.
I have thought of you, too. Can't tell you how much I appreciate your posts about your wife, such as Friday's. For a girl who tries her hardest not to become jaded, your reverence for her is a strong tonic.
jon isle - bravo sir, double up front, viking broads....good call.
I can not stump you, Pam, it seems.
I'd bet you even solve your dreams.
But I shall give another try:
Without wings, from home I fly.
No legs, but I make runs
People watch me, having fun
I can't do sums, but can cause errors.
Leather gloves upon my bearers.
Nick, my point about the Viking women is that they were Masters of their Fate, and Captains of their Souls, and also dressed in a way upon which our prudish and sometimes outright misogynistic times would frown - but which I in my caveman simplicity heartily admire. And I wish I could get away with wearing my kilts in a few more places, too. And a sword. i think people would be more polite, in general, if sword wearing were to come back in fashion.
But it's easy to sound atavistic when one expresses lust and cerebral admiration all in the same breath. Jimmy Buffet did it, though; he's looking for a "smart woman in a real short skirt". I've got one of those, by the way. Bloody rocket scientist, saving the world, and looks great in a mini. I dunno what I did, but I make sure the words "thank you" are never far from my lips nor strangers to her ears.
Olivia, forthcoming photo.
Oh, Olivia, I almost didn't think I could get this one but then it just popped into my mind - baseball :) Did you solve mine?
Jonathan Isles, for what it's worth, I really liked your last line about saying the words "thank you"...and the lines from Invictus...
Kindlee,
Fire, yes.
Oh, Missy,
You're such a pal!
The keyboard and I are not however: The Chinatown Chicken (Tic-Tac-Toe champion) could clean my clock and he has but one beak.
Speaking of the i-phone getting someone in Dutch: A friend's daughter assigned to send his new e-mail address, sent instead, a porn glossary.
I lied, said our network was down and acted confused when she called about it.
There was a lot of information there but no illustrations and I wouldn't really want to take a quiz.
Oh, and I had always thought that the trout in the waders was a sin of my own creation.
Oddly, my friend Gunther, whose parents are from the Winner area, just called. He's been hunting in Nebraska and trades me birds for chocolates from my wife's family business. I have to scare up some morels by Wednesday for Thursday: Grilled glazed fowl w/ wild mushroom demi-glace and a glass or two of something nice and red and, of course, an insane amount of other good stuff.
Warmies
Nachista I'm with you ~ A Grape Laffy Taffy followed a Sour Apple one. Please & Thank You.
Einstein still has me stumped but I'm not willing to give up the ghost yet - I can so obsess about these kinds of things. If I were a betting person, and I'm not, I would be willing to bet that YvonneEloise has Einstein solved already and maybe Homer, too. Does anyone think Homer's answer could be the 'bait' on the hook?
PoetMichele said...
One of my most favorite riddles ever:
"An eye in a blue face saw an eye in a green face. This eye is like to that eye, said the first eye, but in low place....not in high place"
Surely you guys know where that one came from..... :)
Anyway, Kindlee- I just wanted to apologize for giving you the impression that I was accusing you of narcissism during Friday's discussion. I meant no affront. As far as questioning people of their ethics, I think the reasons you listed are very sensible and eloquent. Power is a noxious drug. It's a shame that people in high places abuse it to the woe and pain of others.....especially so readily.
Riddles make the world go round',
Michele
Am confused by the Sinatra post?..
Yvonne-false, obviously. Contemporaries only knew of the camera obscura-bit early for the photograph.
Pam-I'm better at writing them than solving them. so far I can only come up with an egg again, and that can't be right...
Scottie-yes
Jonathan-I second what Pam said. And I have pics of me in a mini, practicing a form of rocket science, but I doubt they're suitable for this site...vidi, vici, veni.
So to speak...
Note to self-no posting after wine...
Jonathan, if you want to wear a sword in public, join the Marines. Sir Boyscout luffs his NCO sword. The only problem is you kind of have to wear it with your blues and you would look a little silly going grocery shopping like that. Wear your kilt everywhere, the women of the world will thank you.
Michele,
I love The Hobbit.
Thank you. But, truly, no offense was taken. In fact, it was good for me to stop and reevaluate my position; including what I was saying and how I was saying it...sometimes it's easy to assume people just know exactly what you mean...and sometimes it can be too easy to think that your way of seeing things is the only 'right' way. I think discussions are great learning experiences, for such a variety of reasons, not only a means of expressing opinions. The give and take adds much to one's knowledge base. I hope I did not offend you in any way, either.
I like riddles because they insist that you look at the world in a new way and sharpen one's wits in the process.
I tried, I really tried, to join the Marines. The trouble is, my entire family is USMC, and they all lined up with that "Over our dead bodies" line about me joining. When that many Marines stare you down, well, you just have to listen. I didn't realize, as an 18 year old, that I could have told them all to kiss my fuzzy red buttocks and enlisted anyway. But that ship has long ago sailed. Now it's my turn to keep MY son out of the Marines, but I think in ten years' time it'll probably be me telling the gummint "over my dead body". That's why big sailboats were invented.
Tomorrow feels like a kilt day, so I'll get a decent self portrait then, eh?
Olivia,
I've just been lucky today that most of them made sense...tomorrow, who knows ;) The answer is it's shadow.
LOL I love vidi, vici, veni!
Stoney,
Writing from suspicious phone. Let's test theory.
Your spread sounds fabulous. My father reports that the skies are filled with fowl. Can't wait to celebrate a belated thanksgiving in similar fashion with him upon his return.
Trout in waders, too? Though you would not have known it by my screaming, I DO believe the fish saw the worst of it!
Am impressed your friend's daughter called after that! Very brave. Kid's these days!
Side note: am returning to this post after making a very big deal about eldest son lost FIRST tooth!!! He looks so grown up. I could cry. Might confuse him, though. Will refrain.
Finally, Stoney, I confess that typing on phone has turned my fingers to a beak. Twenty-five minutes typing this! Worth it.
Warmies back at ya.
Pam-Thanks, that so describes my date last week...
Jonathan-don't forget the sword! *rubs her hands together in anticipation*
Would somebody call around ay PeterLake's. Maybe that bimp was worse than he made it sound.
I'm worried that we haven't heard from him all day.
To Peter's Friends,
Please excuse Peter's absence from the "Eye" today ‘cos he was just kinda achy, cranky, and had developed something with an ecto-skeleton up his arse from dealing with insurance companies and finding out that the truck that rear-ended his car after running a red light did have insurance, but not currently. He'll be all better tomorrow . . . or else!
Sincerely
Peter's Mom
p.s., Thanks for your good thoughts. Not to worry, we are both fine and very grateful that no one really got hurt (well my car might have a different opinion but I'm not talking to it since it let itself get hit). It was a busy day and I was partly cloudy (more so than usual but my socks matched and I did have my towel handy) so I would have been defenseless against any of your riddles and probably have less than a fifty-fifty chance at an old knock-knock joke.
Be well my friends and ‘may the stars shine on your faces'.
John
p.p.s., the street lights are on and I'm gonna fall asleep reading.
That's my boy! Glad to hear from ye, Johnny me lad...
Yay!
Somebody take his pulse...
Well, that's a load off. Sleep well, Mssr. Stone Loch!
PeterLake and my daughter have been traveling in tandem today, so it seems. My middle Wee Heathen, Audzilla, doesn't feel so hot, and she has been sleeping in the library literally all day. The library is a safe place, since it has a baby gate and is relatively off the beaten path from the rest of the (not really so big) house. Today just seems to be a day for recuperating.
See you tomorrow, PeterLake!
Can I take requests for which sword to have in the photo? I have twenty-ish. Two handed? One handed? War knife? Smiley, growly, roraring, berserker, shall I be in my Viking Claus regalia? I should maybe make up my personal page again. It's been languishing. YES. That's it. I've got to get to work.
I'm a lucky guy to be in the comp'ny of fine bloakes such as yurselves. Ya do know'ow ta make a guy smile and I tank me own lucky starz..
Ach, Jonathan. Are ye nae wearing the kilt? A claymore is yer only man...
Pe'er-good on ye!
Rest well, John. So glad to hear you are well.
A traditional Gaelic blessing for you...
We bathe your palms
In the showers of wine,
In the crook of the kindling,
In the seven elements,
In the sap of the tree,
In the milk of honey,
We place nine pure, choice gifts
In your clear beloved face:
The gift of form,
The gift of voice,
The gift of fortune,
The gift of goodness,
The gift of eminence,
The gift of charity,
The gift of integrity,
The gift of true nobility,
The gift of apt speech.
Speaking of riddles, whose idea was it to put the wheelchairs inside the entrance at the home supply place? By the time you are able to get to one, the doors have closed behind you and can only be made to open by someone approaching from outside and, almost by definition, you have not brought that person along with you.
Then, why am I bothering you with this?
Greetings: What is it that's always coming but never arrives?
...............tomorrow........... Da Da!!!!
Stoney,
I think that one just gets stuffed into the already bulging "The best-laid plans of mice and men often go awry" file. Doesn't it make you wonder how many people looked at those plans and nodded their approval like bobble-head dolls.
Kindlee,
Thank you for the very touching Gaelic blessing. Truly.
Capt. Neptune,
That is a very fine looking crew you got there. They've got the look of adventure about them for sure.
In the immortal words of Gunnery Sergeant Hartman, At ease! Good night, ladies.
Gia said...
I must confess, I looked it up. The Germans wound up with the fish in Einsteins riddle. Must have been perverse on his part.
PeterLake: Thanks matey....Celt says "Tom and Huck" remakes.
peterlake,
Just read about your 'bimp.' so glad u r better. And thanks for your words for our olivia.
J