Rowing the Princess… across the closed rink
The sign that brought tears to my eyes:
The sign that brought tears to my eyes:
“The wicked London tavern – thieves and drabs
To affront the blessed hillside drabs and thieves
With mended morals, quotha — fine new lives!”
— Elizabeth Barrett Browning; Aurora Leigh; 19th c.
“Quotha” means “indeed.” Pronounced (KWO-thuh). It is an interjection. (“Shows excitement/and emotion/hallelujah/hallelujah/hallEEELUUUUUJAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!” Remember Schoolhouse Rock?)
I swiped this word and quote from A-Word-A-Day, which has been one of my favorite daily e’s for a few years now. Subscriptions are free, but they do accept donations. Anu Garg, the webmaster, is an awfully nice man. Sometimes he tells cute stories about his kid, plus he’s a computer geek, and you know I like computer geeks.
Yes, this year takes the cake for this honor. A call, at 10:30 at night on my birthday, from one of my dear (???) friends, who now lives out of state, saying, “I’ve been staying at D’s for the past few days!” (D being my ex, from years and years ago. He was one of those Break Your Heart Into 100 Pieces and Kick It to The Curb types. Yes, she slept with him after we split up. And apparently, still is.)
“In Hollywood, true love means never having to say, ‘What do you mean my picture is buried on Page 18 of the tabloids?’ So yes, moi believes that Tom and Katie have something real.”
— Miss Piggy, Muppet
I was on vacation so long that I forgot my login! Ha. Also, apparently the server was down and I didn’t notice for four days or something. I was on vacation, it’s allowed!
“Nobody can be exactly like me. Sometimes even I have trouble doing it.”
– -Tallulah Bankhead, actress (1903-1968)
“The bluebird carries the sky on his back.”
— Henry David Thoreau, naturalist and author (1817-1862)
“i make milk. what’s your superpower?”
“To keep your marriage brimming, With love in the loving cup, Whenever you’re wrong, admit it; Whenever you’re right, shut up.”
— Ogden Nash, author (1902-1971)
“Life gets better after you give up all hope.”
—Anonymous
Yes, I started writing my new book, in case you were wondering. I’ve already written 4,386 words this morning, putting Stephen King and all others to shame. Have you read his writer’s manual? Do, if you’re having problems getting motivated in any or all areas of your life. It’s the best. It’s called “On Writing: A Memoir of The Craft.”
And unlike that skeezy Brenda on “Six Feet Under,” I’m not going to have sex with a bunch of random freaks, write about it on my Mac, and call it a day. I’m writing about vodka lemonade and its relationship to motherhood.
Real Writing. Manly writing. Ha! Hemingway-type writing. Drinking and pounding on the keyboard.
“I think I did pretty well, considering I started out with nothing but a bunch of blank paper.”
— Steve Martin
(Or blank screen, in my case.)