I suppose this begs the question of whether Emilie actually *ate* anything at all...
Thursday, January 26, 2006
One Little Nice
I suppose this begs the question of whether Emilie actually *ate* anything at all...
Wednesday, January 25, 2006
Fun Things
Today over lunch, my wonderfully romantic husband (well, he doesn't think he's romantic, but when he puts his mind to it--wow! I nearly cried!) re-worked an old rhyme just for me!
"Something old..."
He supplied me with my leftover tuna.
"Something new..."
He had picked up a warm apple cider.
"Something borrowed... (only you probably won't give them back...)"
He had given me pickles to go with my lunch.
"And something red."
He set a bouquet of bright red tulips near my desk.
So now I have food in my tummy, warmth in my heart, "Sauer" in my puss, and spring in my office.
It was a cool surprise.
"Something old..."
He supplied me with my leftover tuna.
"Something new..."
He had picked up a warm apple cider.
"Something borrowed... (only you probably won't give them back...)"
He had given me pickles to go with my lunch.
"And something red."
He set a bouquet of bright red tulips near my desk.
So now I have food in my tummy, warmth in my heart, "Sauer" in my puss, and spring in my office.
It was a cool surprise.
Tuesday, January 17, 2006
Friday, January 13, 2006
Twelfth Night: Custody of "The Platter"
On Monday night, Pete and I hosted our first annual Twelfth Night party. Being newly married, we understand the importance of creating our own family traditions, and since all of our other holidays were booked, we decided to create a Twelfth Night celebration--a few days late.
For more information about this hilarious evening, click here.
For more information about this hilarious evening, click here.
Friday, January 06, 2006
A Pandemic of Pangrams
My darling wife gave me my Christmas present yesterday, Schott’s Original Miscellany, a delightful amphigory compiled in a small tome of a mere 160 pages. Amongst its treasured leaves I found the following pangrams:
First, there's the fact that "Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz!"
This leads one to muse over the wisdom of exhibiting one's quartz sphinx's in full view of Jackdaws. The ethics of this may be investigated in a later post.
Second, we get athletic and "Jump by vow of quick, lazy strength in Oxford." I'm sure Cambridge grads everywhere heave a huge sigh of relief upon receipt of this intelligence.
Third, “Sixty zippers were quickly picked from the woven jute bag.”
I can’t think of anything to add…
Fourth, “We promptly judged antique ivory buckles for the next prize.”
This is a pickle. What are the criteria for judging antique ivory buckles? How would you award a prize and what would be awarded? What experience did the judges have and most importantly… how can Pat Robertson spin this to sound like God will strike down people who disagree with him (Rev. Robertson, that is)? Careful, response to this post may single you out for an attack of halitosis.
Fifth, “How piqued gymnasts can level six jumping razorback frogs.”
Evidently, piqued gymnasts can also engage in mass idiocy.
Sixth, we have “Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex.”
Vexing as it may be, it’s also extremely interesting to watch.
Lastly, of course, our beloved “quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” The fox, of course represents … something deep and esoteric. I am the dog. Jumping is a metaphor for eating and brown is a blatant advertising attempt by UPS to usurp this post.
Bold.
Striking
Poignant.
My work here is done. Thank you, Ben Schott, for giving us Schott's Original Mischellany
First, there's the fact that "Jackdaws love my big sphinx of quartz!"
This leads one to muse over the wisdom of exhibiting one's quartz sphinx's in full view of Jackdaws. The ethics of this may be investigated in a later post.
Second, we get athletic and "Jump by vow of quick, lazy strength in Oxford." I'm sure Cambridge grads everywhere heave a huge sigh of relief upon receipt of this intelligence.
Third, “Sixty zippers were quickly picked from the woven jute bag.”
I can’t think of anything to add…
Fourth, “We promptly judged antique ivory buckles for the next prize.”
This is a pickle. What are the criteria for judging antique ivory buckles? How would you award a prize and what would be awarded? What experience did the judges have and most importantly… how can Pat Robertson spin this to sound like God will strike down people who disagree with him (Rev. Robertson, that is)? Careful, response to this post may single you out for an attack of halitosis.
Fifth, “How piqued gymnasts can level six jumping razorback frogs.”
Evidently, piqued gymnasts can also engage in mass idiocy.
Sixth, we have “Waltz, bad nymph, for quick jigs vex.”
Vexing as it may be, it’s also extremely interesting to watch.
Lastly, of course, our beloved “quick brown fox jumped over the lazy dog.” The fox, of course represents … something deep and esoteric. I am the dog. Jumping is a metaphor for eating and brown is a blatant advertising attempt by UPS to usurp this post.
Bold.
Striking
Poignant.
My work here is done. Thank you, Ben Schott, for giving us Schott's Original Mischellany
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