Seamus Heaney, you made my night, dear old man. He even recited 8th century poetry in Gaelic. swoon! I felt a bit like I was stealing as I got into the front row wedged between and all around by pretentious Aquinas profs who laughed a little too loudly at his dry humor. Is it possible for a silent room to gush over a sentagenarian ( Read more... )

Frank McCourt wrote the truth when he penned that to capture the attention of high schoolers you mention either food or sex. Today subbing for Senior American Gov. I kept shooting mollifying glances at a group of boys making highly veiled sexual remarks within their group. They would snicker over the number 69, for instance. One boy ( Read more... )

Bela circa 1982. I am charmed by 5-string virtuosity and the David Cassidy haricut. Of course, I would probably follow around Pol Pot like a puppy if he could rattle off a few twangy, twangy bars.


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I only hear my dad say my Christian name when he is upset with me. Any other time it's Susannah, Anna-lou, Annie Oakley (what?) or any other embarrasing far off variation, many of which I'm a too embarrassed to transcribe into written English. The closest he ever comes is Susannie. We've talked about the fact that he speaks to me like I'm five, ( Read more... )

I think my favorite word to say is womb. Sorry Danny, but it's way better than "ham."

womb
womb
womb

That or emyn muil, but that's just a made up name from lotr. Probably the succession of the palatal "n" to the bilabial "m" that is so satisfying.
As Sandy from work says, cheap thrill.

My dog prooved herself useful for the first time in her little redundant life. I think she sensed my cramps and sprawled her fuzzy warm body across my stomach. In the words of my mom and Jon Stewart: whooshaguuudgrrrl?whooshaguuudgrrrrl ( Read more... )

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What is fried bread? What are rashers? Gah, Frankie McCourt, you haunt my inquisitiveness. Though you're not as frustrating as sudoku.

Today as I backed out on the driveway it was rainy. I realized that I was probably driving over the worms I worked so hard to save yesterday. This made me laugh uproariously. It's good to be back to my old self again.

My theory is that girls with ringlets should at most times be invulnerable and wooden-hearted else the world shall push them down; however, today something-the-hell is wrong with me ( Read more... )