Monthly Archives: August 2005
I can see for miles and miles from up here on this horse
The longer I work with educators, the more I realize why Americans are making stupidized with the English languagings. I keep being handed documents to type which make my English-lit-studyin’ heart want to break. These educators do the most awful things to words. They add an “s” to a verb to make it a noun–i.e. … Continue reading
James and the giant vocabulary
After years of avoiding him, I’m finally taking James Joyce for a spin. I made the decision once I’d exhausted all my Trollope. After he limped off the floor, I was looking around for a partner and there was James, as usual, sitting shyly against the wall on an uncomfortable folding shelf, watching me eagerly. … Continue reading
In brief
My cell rings. I glance at my caller ID, see that it is my friend from work, and answer thusly: “Idiot.” [Stunned silence.] “This way,” I explain, “the conversation can only get better from here.”
Run mad as often as you chuse
Last night the Lad and I found ourselves at Slim’s for the Dick Dale show. Once the opener, Thirsty, had cleared out and most of the heavy metal fans had left or faded to the back, the Lad and I were suddenly surrounded by men in their 50’s; men with grizzled hair and Hawaiian shirts … Continue reading