Word of the Day
whilom (adj)
Former
Natalia was astonished to see Bernardo, her whilom inamorato, perambulating down the street. She quickly hid behind a convenient pot of shrubbery.
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Can't believe I haven't posted here in a week. Blame it on turkey, traveling and a fugacious broadband connection. Why do wind storms play havoc with a cable internet hook-up when cable TV remains unaffected?
Tuesday, November 30, 2004
Tuesday, November 23, 2004
Dream
Last Night's Adventure
I was working in some bureaucratic place--a large, old-fashioned office building with many long hallways and shiny floors. The atmosphere was oppressive, like something out of Orwell or Kafka. My assignment was to write a letter, a task I took very seriously. I labored over it, getting the wording just right (I thought).
When I was finally finished, I took it to my "boss," who was in a large, dark, classroom-like office on the other side of the building. This boss was a woman, somewhat like someone I used to work for but with a different, uglier face. She was non-plussed by my efforts, as she had been working on the letter herself. (There seemed to have been some miscommunication about the assignment.)
I was embarrassed and angry, but careful not to let it show. She let me read the letter she had written. (I have no memory of what the letter was about, by the way, just of its style.) Her version was, I thought, illogical and full of highly emotional language--totally unlike the carefully neutral, businesslike tone of my letter.
The scene ended with me feeling that I had to agree that hers was better, even though it seemed utterly ridiculous to me.
An annoying dream that made me glad to wake up!
I was working in some bureaucratic place--a large, old-fashioned office building with many long hallways and shiny floors. The atmosphere was oppressive, like something out of Orwell or Kafka. My assignment was to write a letter, a task I took very seriously. I labored over it, getting the wording just right (I thought).
When I was finally finished, I took it to my "boss," who was in a large, dark, classroom-like office on the other side of the building. This boss was a woman, somewhat like someone I used to work for but with a different, uglier face. She was non-plussed by my efforts, as she had been working on the letter herself. (There seemed to have been some miscommunication about the assignment.)
I was embarrassed and angry, but careful not to let it show. She let me read the letter she had written. (I have no memory of what the letter was about, by the way, just of its style.) Her version was, I thought, illogical and full of highly emotional language--totally unlike the carefully neutral, businesslike tone of my letter.
The scene ended with me feeling that I had to agree that hers was better, even though it seemed utterly ridiculous to me.
An annoying dream that made me glad to wake up!
Sunday, November 21, 2004
"All I want for christmas is"
According to Google
All I want for Christmas is . . .
a Bombed-Out Dollhouse
You
a Real Good Tan
My Two Front Teeth
a comedy about two New York City children who launch a hilarious scheme to get what they most want this holiday
a Grinning Alien Sasquatch
a few more customers
a service plan
a dukla prague away kit
Food
a Job
a Tax Increase
a Good Night's Sleep
a Gang Bang
a sense of purpose
a new me
a Glow in the Dark Fish
a Break
a US$10 million Zeppelin
a Soil Sample from You
Flash for Palm Archive Daemonite
My Son Back
the presumption of innocence
a guy in striped tights
a wonderful, funny story that our family has enjoyed for the past 13 years
an e-mail program that works
My Country Back
All I want for Christmas is . . .
a Bombed-Out Dollhouse
You
a Real Good Tan
My Two Front Teeth
a comedy about two New York City children who launch a hilarious scheme to get what they most want this holiday
a Grinning Alien Sasquatch
a few more customers
a service plan
a dukla prague away kit
Food
a Job
a Tax Increase
a Good Night's Sleep
a Gang Bang
a sense of purpose
a new me
a Glow in the Dark Fish
a Break
a US$10 million Zeppelin
a Soil Sample from You
Flash for Palm Archive Daemonite
My Son Back
the presumption of innocence
a guy in striped tights
a wonderful, funny story that our family has enjoyed for the past 13 years
an e-mail program that works
My Country Back
Thursday, November 18, 2004
Quote of the Day
Quote of the Day
"They do abuse the king that flatter him. ... Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.''
--Shakespeare, Pericles
"They do abuse the king that flatter him. ... Whereas reproof, obedient and in order, fits kings, as they are men, for they may err.''
--Shakespeare, Pericles
Tuesday, November 16, 2004
Consciousness Streaming (brain dump nonsense)
Consciousness Streaming
Is Jesus a Republican? I don't thiiinnkkk so . . . Why am I always trying to read three books at once? Takes me forever to finish them. I remember as a child that I could polish off even a thick book in a day or two, because I concentrated on one at a time. But nothing seems to hold my interest like that anymore. The influence of too much time spent "juggling" work tasks, perhaps . . . Why do fast-food workers always ask you if its "for here or to go" -- even after you've just told them that it's "for here" . . . Why don't you tape all your phone conversations, add a drum track and offer them for sale on eBay as underground rap recordings? . . .
Is Jesus a Republican? I don't thiiinnkkk so . . . Why am I always trying to read three books at once? Takes me forever to finish them. I remember as a child that I could polish off even a thick book in a day or two, because I concentrated on one at a time. But nothing seems to hold my interest like that anymore. The influence of too much time spent "juggling" work tasks, perhaps . . . Why do fast-food workers always ask you if its "for here or to go" -- even after you've just told them that it's "for here" . . . Why don't you tape all your phone conversations, add a drum track and offer them for sale on eBay as underground rap recordings? . . .
Monday, November 15, 2004
Word of the Day: Bruxing
Word of the Day
bruxing (n)
Nervous grinding and clenching of the teeth
Desmond's incessant nocturnal bruxing drove his college roommate mad.
bruxing (n)
Nervous grinding and clenching of the teeth
Desmond's incessant nocturnal bruxing drove his college roommate mad.
Sunday, November 14, 2004
Random Acts of Poetry
Random Acts of Poetry
Late November
Almost over:
The paper drops
like a wizened leaf
from a tree in winter.
The sun kindles a landscape,
spreading elegies of fire.
White fingers
appear at the windows.
I open a book, I write notes
like a prisoner
at the bottom of a well,
a dark place.
The house is full of ticking,
wind runs the city.
Twilight comes early, lamps
lit against the shriveling day.
Late November
Almost over:
The paper drops
like a wizened leaf
from a tree in winter.
The sun kindles a landscape,
spreading elegies of fire.
White fingers
appear at the windows.
I open a book, I write notes
like a prisoner
at the bottom of a well,
a dark place.
The house is full of ticking,
wind runs the city.
Twilight comes early, lamps
lit against the shriveling day.
Friday, November 12, 2004
Aphorisms
True or False
The less you know about someone, the more normal they seem.
What people think you said is usually sillier than what you actually said.
Truth tellers should wear running shoes.
The less you know about someone, the more normal they seem.
What people think you said is usually sillier than what you actually said.
Truth tellers should wear running shoes.
Thursday, November 11, 2004
Consciousness Streamed
The drop in the temperature doesn't bother me so much as the slant: the stark sun hanging low in the sky, even at noon, forcing me to squint and casting elongated, film-noir shadows . . . Some people have festooned their facades with Xmas decorations already--not just those annoying twinkle lights but styrofoam candy canes and plastic elves--really puts me in the Yule mood (not) . . . Why do I see so many pairs of running shoes suspended by their laces from electrical wires, hanging over the middle of the street? Do people just get tired of their shoes and fling them up there? Whose job is it to take them down and what do they do with them? . . .
The drop in the temperature doesn't bother me so much as the slant: the stark sun hanging low in the sky, even at noon, forcing me to squint and casting elongated, film-noir shadows . . . Some people have festooned their facades with Xmas decorations already--not just those annoying twinkle lights but styrofoam candy canes and plastic elves--really puts me in the Yule mood (not) . . . Why do I see so many pairs of running shoes suspended by their laces from electrical wires, hanging over the middle of the street? Do people just get tired of their shoes and fling them up there? Whose job is it to take them down and what do they do with them? . . .
Wednesday, November 10, 2004
Music of the Spheres
Music of the Spheres
Our solar system is like a giant orchestra. The plasma and magnetic fields generated by the planets can be converted into sounds audible to the human ear, and radio-wave detectors aboard various space probes have recorded this "music." Give a listen at NASA Space Sounds. Come to think of it, the planets sound more like Tibetan monks than an orchestra.
Our solar system is like a giant orchestra. The plasma and magnetic fields generated by the planets can be converted into sounds audible to the human ear, and radio-wave detectors aboard various space probes have recorded this "music." Give a listen at NASA Space Sounds. Come to think of it, the planets sound more like Tibetan monks than an orchestra.
Tuesday, November 09, 2004
Streaming Consciousness
Streaming Consciousness
An odd humming noise outside this morning and a smell of tar. The building next door was getting a new roof, I think . . . Still feeling a bit of an election hangover . . . Halloween already seems like a year ago. The jack-o'-lantern is still here, rotting away, looking like the head of a decrepit geezer . . . Bought a "dream catcher" at the dollar store to put over my son's bed. He has bad dreams, seems to like the idea of this Native American thingamabob, made with loops and strings, beads and feathers . . . listened to "Mind Games" today, for uplift ("pushing the barriers, planting seeds / playing the mind guerrilla / chanting the mantra, peace on earth") . . . Why am I sleepy at 6 PM but wide awake at 11? . . . Alarming news: my cell phone battery has been recalled by the manufacturer, because it can "short-circuit, overheat and burn users [and] cause smoke and property damage." What next? . . .
An odd humming noise outside this morning and a smell of tar. The building next door was getting a new roof, I think . . . Still feeling a bit of an election hangover . . . Halloween already seems like a year ago. The jack-o'-lantern is still here, rotting away, looking like the head of a decrepit geezer . . . Bought a "dream catcher" at the dollar store to put over my son's bed. He has bad dreams, seems to like the idea of this Native American thingamabob, made with loops and strings, beads and feathers . . . listened to "Mind Games" today, for uplift ("pushing the barriers, planting seeds / playing the mind guerrilla / chanting the mantra, peace on earth") . . . Why am I sleepy at 6 PM but wide awake at 11? . . . Alarming news: my cell phone battery has been recalled by the manufacturer, because it can "short-circuit, overheat and burn users [and] cause smoke and property damage." What next? . . .
Monday, November 08, 2004
Word of the Day: Makebate
Word of the Day
makebate (n)
A person who creates discord or conflict
"I am no makebate, no inciter of quarrels," said Nelson. "I simply think that a discussion of one's religion shouldn't be taboo in polite company."
makebate (n)
A person who creates discord or conflict
"I am no makebate, no inciter of quarrels," said Nelson. "I simply think that a discussion of one's religion shouldn't be taboo in polite company."
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