my hucklebuck response from Peter Bowler‘s The Superior Person’s Book of Words defenestration n – the act of throwing someone or something out of a window napiform (adj) – shaped like a turnip quiddity n – the essence of something; literally, its whatness a quibble, or trifling nicety subderisorious adj. – mocking, but gently and… Read more »
Posts Categorized: writing
I find it amazing that I have almost everything in my life digitized and yet I cannot help but visit this fabulous store and want almost everything there.
It really kills me that she can’t get her permalinks working the right way so I can never link to a single post, but haha – no, serious is apparently ga-ga over Elvis pens. I say we start a crusade to get her as many as possible.
I used to be fascinated with the passage of time. I still am, I suppose. My watch chirps at me on the hour to remind me that my time is passing. I love calendars and diaries and journals and notebooks and all things similar. (Have you noticed?!) When I was younger and not as digital,… Read more »
I wrote this essay on Keats’ This Living Hand when I was in college. I wrote it longhand, with a pencil. The part that is in blue was printed in 4 pt Times New Roman in the center of the page. I tried to recreate the handwriting where I could. The entire essay fit on… Read more »
A quick lesson on it’s versus its: it’s is a contraction of the two words “it” and “is”; if what you are trying to do is say, “it is,” and you want to do it without using that pesky middle i, use it’s its is possessive; try to think about how neurotic you would be… Read more »
The previous post got me thinking about all the continuing hullabaloo about content. Continuing? Yeah. Continuing as in, the same thing people were debating 300 years ago. I took entire classes in college about content and what it is and where it originates and why it’s good or bad. What I learned was that nobody… Read more »
Embedded in Week 152′s essay by John Baez for This Week’s Finds in Mathematical Physics is a very sad love story. I mean it. I think I will subtitle this post, Love Surrounded by Confusing Mathematics.
In the interests of apologizing for how simply vile my last post seemed, but rather than retract my statement, I will now post for you, dear reader, the only piece of poetry I ever wrote that I like. In return I ask simply that you admit I am not so mean as to torture you… Read more »
<excited> Look, ma! I’ve been published! </excited>