The Many Names of Astrid Farnsworth

Agent Astrid Farnsworth

One of the funniest conceits in Fringe is the excellent Mad Scientist Walter Bishop’s plethora of reinventions and variations of Agent Farnsworth’s name.

Some people think it’s because Walter cannot remember Astrid’s name. I, however, suspect that this little quirk is a voluntary affectation through which the inimitable Walter Bishop expresses his profound affection for his infinitely patient, kind and compassionate  sidekick/caretaker/friend and mother hen.

So among Walter’s onomastic gems for his beloved Watson we find:

Asterisk - in conversation (The Cure)

Astro - in conversation (In Which We Meet Mr. Jones), during an urgent request (Inner Child), during lab work (White Tulip), on an access roster (Do Shapeshifters Dream Of Electric Sheep?), preparing to transfer Bell’s soul into a brain dead man(Lysergic Acid Diethylamide)

Asteroid - in conversation (In Which We Meet Mr. Jones)

Astringent - in the Lab Notes (The Dreamscape)

Astral - in conversation (Bad Dreams) as the first part of ‘astral…projection’ Walter appeared to be baiting her, suggesting that he knows about his failures, or that they are intentional.

Aspirin - in conversation (Midnight), rushing to leave for the market (The Box)

Asterix - in conversation and quickly corrected (A New Day In The Old Town). Knowingly, or not, the legendary Asterix is a diminutive, fearless, cunning warrior, always eager for new adventures… not unlike Agent Farnsworth

Astricks - during lab busy work (Of Human Action), during congratulations (Johari Window)

Ostrich - being summoned to confirm the color of blood (The Bishop Revival), while helping Walter up after a lightning strike(The Last Sam Weiss)

Esther Figglesworth - as part of the elaborate fable Walter imagines while entertaining Ella (Brown Betty)

Ashram - summoned by Walter to retrieve ingredients for a strawberry milkshake (The Firefly)

Claire - asked to tend to the cameras in the lab shortly after Walter learns he may be returning to Saint Claire‘s. (Subject 9).

Aphid - when summoned to bring Agent Lee more bacon to feed his transformation hungers. - (Nothing As It Seems).

Ascot - in his exuberance to see Peter and Olivia as a couple. - (The Consultant).

Athos - looking for a knife to dissect his lemon cake – pig brain cupcake. - (Brave New World, Part 1).

Alex - when he is explaining his plan to go to find Bell at the A-1 Imports. - (Brave New World, Part 1).

SOURCE: http://fringepedia.net/wiki/Astrid

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Render Unto Caesar: A Most Misunderstood New Testament Passage

by Jeffrey F. Barr I. INTRODUCTION Christians have traditionally interpreted the famous passage “Render therefore to Caesar the things that are Caesar’s; and to God, the things that are God’s,” to mean that Jesus endorsed paying taxes. This view was … Continue reading

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jkurns sets on SoundCloud

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l’anima semplicetta…

Esce di mano a lui che la vagheggia
prima che sia, a guisa di fanciulla
che piangendo e ridendo pargoleggia,
l’anima semplicetta che sa nulla,
salvo che, mossa da lieto fattore,
volontier torna a ciò che la trastulla.

Purg. XVI.85-90

‘From the hand of Him who looks on it with love
before it lives, comes forth, like a little girl
who weeps one moment and as quickly laughs,
‘the simple infant soul that has no knowledge
but, moved by a joyous maker,
gladly turns to what delights it.

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“What a piece of work is a man!”

O superbi cristian, miseri lassi,
che, de la vista de la mente infermi,
fidanza avete ne’ retrosi passi,
non v’accorgete voi che noi siam vermi
nati a formar l’angelica farfalla,
che vola a la giustizia sanza schermi?
Purg. X.121-126

O vainglorious Christians, miserable wretches!
Sick in the visions engendered in your minds,
you put your trust in backward steps.
Do you not see that we are born as worms,
though able to transform into angelic butterflies
that unimpeded soar to justice?
Purg. X.121-126

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…to sleep perchance to dream…

CALIBAN:
Be not afeard; the isle is full of noises,
Sounds and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
That, if I then had waked after long sleep,
Will make me sleep again: and then, in dreaming,
The clouds methought would open and show riches
Ready to drop upon me that, when I waked,
I cried to dream again.

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Stephen Narain (Bowen on Fiction 1 – Plot)

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Bagatelle (Music Box)


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Bagatelle – Music Box
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Words…

Stand in awe of the woven wonder of Words:
these that are nought but wisps crafted of
as much substance as wraiths that haunt
the dreams of mortals;

And once uttered, vanish into that realm
whence the insubstantial spectres that muddle
mens’ minds draw forth; for ‘though
perceived, bear no corporeal weight and
are nothing to the touch.

Yet never was sword crafted so keen and jaggéd
— that so swiftly slid through Nature’s bare
armor to rest enlodgéd in the seat of beings’ hearts,
inextricable by the most cunning devices of Science —
as utterances that make the soul bleed.

Never has the moon so surely turned
the terran tides, nor winds borne
thunderous storms, as verbal invocations do ignite
raging wars in the breasts of half-beasts!

And none may calm such chaos as the very
voice that calls them forth.

Yet one need but recall, and thereafter
wield with well weighed care
these wisps of nothing, that:

In the beginning was the Word.

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A good day…

… begins with a dream and ends with an idea… [To listen, press the SPACE BAR to start and stop video playback] Πάτερ_ἡμῶν

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