Saturday, July 25, 2009

Grab that crab, Clarissa!

Am reading Spilling the Beans, the autobiography of the surviving member of Britain's Two Fat Ladies, Clarissa Dickson Wright. Or should one say, Clarissa Theresa Philomena Aileen Mary Josephine Agnes Elsie Trilby Louise Esmerelda Dickson Wright. Enjoying it so far. More on this, perhaps, later.

Thursday, July 23, 2009

First draft of a limerick

Unless one is being ironic,
One should balk at the label "iconic":
It's a quickie definer
Of celebrities minor
And major (the bright and moronic) ...

Iconic! Iconic!

I just heard someone on the news describe the Taco Bell Chihuahua with that much-abused adjective.

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

The blogger at Enchiridion

may yet convert me to an appreciation of the poems of G K Chesterton! (Here and here.)

Sunday, July 19, 2009

There's something wrong

with the SEARCH BLOG feature on this blog. It doesn't recognize posts older than, say, a year and a half old.

I was looking for an old post of mine, using a word that I know appeared in the post, and it didn't show.

However, if one goes to Edit Posts, and then searches posts that way, everything is fine.

I'd complain to Blogger if I knew how, and if I thought it would do any good.

Stephen Fry

Language was something more than power then, it was more than my only resource in a world of tribal shouts and athleticism and them, the swimmers and singers, it was also a private gem collection, a sweet shop, a treasure chest.

from Moab Is My Washpot : An Autobiography (Random House, 1997), p. 89