Vomiting after ingestion, and how to do so?

What bought this on I wonder? Assuming its a serious question, I think your choice of newsgroup has a problem. Brian

So both my Latin teachers were wrong when they told us about a vomitorium and Romans puking to make room for more food. Shows how misinterpretations spread like wildfire and become "accepted wisdom" so even teachers believe them and pass them on to their pupils.

Bleach today doesn't taste the same as it used to before the EU buggered around with the formulation of it.

You mean someone with the same misconception pointed to some rooms and said that was what they were.

Is that why you voted Brexit, so bleach would taste nice again? (Reason #456)

Even? You use the word even when you're talking about someone you would not expect to behave that way. Teachers are not the sharpest knives in the drawer and in fact the most likely to spout crap.

Until you learn that teachers are just human beings like you and me, you tend to think of them as minor deities (!) and treat everything they say as

I first realised that I shouldn't *always* believe everything they said when a new French teacher taught us the year after I started learning French. The first French teacher had told us that the French for "curtains" was "drapeaux", whereas the correct word is "rideaux". "Drapeaux" means flags. The new teacher has one of those "Hmmm. I shall have to have words with Mr <previous teacher>" moments...

Did they find remains of ancient vomit?

replying to Commander Kinsey, Jen wrote: Foe me, I cannot puke just by going to the toilet and coughing. I get it by drinking a glass full of warm salt water. When I quickly drink that up, I immediately puke out the water and the other uncomfortable food. Sometimes, I feel a lot uncomfortable in my stomach due to indigestion or acidity and so I feel like puking out once to feel better and it does help.

Nope, I treated them as morons trying to brainwash me, especially the ones in 1st to 5th grade that tried to persuade me there was some thing called god that created stuff. Even at that age I realised that was complete and utter s**te.

On my first holiday in France I manged to ask for a loaf of Champagne. The baker laughed her head off then gave me a pronounciation lesson.

My uncle told us it wss after his family got back from a trip to Italy i the 1960's .

The footnote leads to

So where did they do it. Some or many romans had water channels running under t heir house and some sort of toiltet that funneled human waste into them. I'm told Some or many houses in the City of David had the same t hing over 1000 years earlier. We arent' the first to think that an outhouse isn't the best method.

She says . "My initial assumption that the architectural term for the wide corridors in arenas and theatres [ìvomitoria," attested to only in a discussion of metaphorical language in Macrobius, Sat. 6.4"

It's late and I'm tired but I don't see where she gets pass that assumption. I'd like to know if the space, the room perhaps, that they told my uncle was a vomitorium had any means of dsiposing of the vomit. Or just a bowl that a servant took someplace? Why is not wherever they went also a vomitoriaum? Surely they didnt' vomit at the table while others were eating?

Not so sure. Read my long post.

Another problem is that to get noticed in acaemia, people have to say something noteworthy. But she may be right, too. I'd like to hear the other side, not from one of us but from someone who knows more.

To bring this back to, ahem, home repair, my 7th grade wood/electric shop teacher told us that birds didn't get electoructed on electric wires because the wires were insulated.

That's better than the typical Parisian's response which is to feign complete ignorance of what you are trying to say, instead of trying to work with you to work out what you want.

The other year when we were in Hamburg, my wife fancied crepes, so we found a stall in the Christmas market that was selling them. The woman didn't speak English (one of the few that didn't - I'm ashamed to say that in general their English was a lot better than my German). My wife wondered whether they did lemon-juice and sugar. "Sugar" and "juice", I knew ("Zucker" and "Saft"), but WTF was the word for "lemon"? "Limon"? No. "Ein gelbes Frucht - etwa zehn Centimeter lang" (a yellow fruit, about 10 cm long) did the trick. "Ah, Zitrone!" she cried with glee. At least I didn't have to mime a "sucking a lemon" face! Sadly she didn't have a Jif lemon, after all that. But I won't forget that word now.

I used to think that 240 V overhead wires from the street to the house were insulated. Then one day at school someone threw a wire coat hanger at the overhead wires and after a few attempts managed to get it to touch two wires at the same time on its way down. The bright flash and the loud bang proved that they *weren't* insulated ;-)

well they were. big airgap.

In 1967, as a poor student trying to vacation in Paris on $5/day, of course I was doing my laundry in the sink. I had never practiced this at home and soon found out the difficulties of trying to use the tea wafer sized bar of soap provided by the 1/2 star "hotel" I was staying at. On the corner was a typical European neighborhood grocery store, 8' wide, and literally stacked to the ceiling with dark shelves containing everything from dried cereal to toilet cleaner. I was looking for a small bottle of Woolite but saw nothing that might substitute. Not knowing French, I asked the battle-axe behind the counter, "do you have any Woolite?" My answer was a disgusted look look of scorn at the savage across the counter who didn't know French, and didn't know that it was mandatory to begin all conversations with a cheery "Bon Jour!". Suddenly, behind her, I spotted a small bottle of Woolite and pointed to it, saying "Woolite, Woolite!" She continued to grimace at me, seeming intent not to try to understand. Of course, the remedy in those situations is just to repeat yourself louder and point more dramatically. "WOOLITE, OVER THERE!". She finally turned around, saw what I was pointing to, and exclaimed, "Ah, Whooooleeete" [phonetic spelling to imitate her correct, French accent]. She picked up the bottle, slammed it onto the counter, and then I'm sure charged me at least double the normal price for her bother. Those were the days!

Hey, it was a shop teacher, not a science teacher. Different union.

So the Germans are as bad as the French, who call a lemon "un citron", i.e. any citrus fruit.

A potato is a ground apple.