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October 24, 2002
President George W. Bush reads. I know, of course he does, but leave it to Lloyd Grove to draw our attention to the president’s latest accomplishment, getting all the way through, or at least I assume so, The Everlasting Stream: A True Story of Rabbits, Guns, Friends, and Family, by Walt Harrington. President Bush was so impressed, Grove reports, that he sent Harrington a “handwritten letter on White House stationery,” eloquently singing the book’s praises. The letter reads, in part: “Dear Walt, I just finished ‘The Everlasting Stream’ and I liked it a lot. The old boy can still write. You understand what it means to be a friend, an outdoorsman, a husband[,] and a dad. . . . I really enjoy my job. The only problem with this place is there aren’t enough rabbit hunters up here.” What I would give to know what profound observation the ellipsis skims over.
I wonder if the president has to write a one-page book report for wife Laura Bush before moving on to his next selection. October 18, 2002
A number of bloggers have published their own “100 Things About Me.” I’m not sure why I’m doing so, since I’m a very private person, but I don’t think I’m giving too much away here. However, if I change my mind, this list might suddenly disappear, and I reserve the right to take such action.
1. I have nine siblings. October 14, 2002
Homeobox, the philosophical weblog that is the brainchild of Win Fitzpatrick, is always an enlightening read, even though the site hasn’t been updated in a month. I say that even though I don’t always know what he’s talking about. Sometimes, though, he really nails it for me, as in this post, where he says he is “a reluctant dualist when it comes to phenomenal consciousness.” Yeah. Yeah, that’s it. Me too! A reluctant dualist, but only when it comes to phenomenal consciousness. Otherwise, forget about it! If the consciousness is non-phenomenal, then I’m a . . . I’m a . . . I’m an eager dualist. Or am I a reluctant singularist in that case? What’s a singularist? Is “singularist” a real word?
Oops! Gotta’ run. “Gilligan’s Island” is starting. I wonder who came up with the phrase, “It’s a dog’s life,” and thought it aptly captured a miserable existence. My dog roused herself out of bed at the leisurely hour of 3:30 P.M. today. And then she had the nerve to yawn and stretch for 15 minutes. I wonder if she goes out with her friends after I go to sleep at night.
![]() Let Sleeping Bulldogs Lie. They Will Anyway. October 12, 2002
Sour Bob of Sour Mash With a Twist writes: “Things Bob Actually Does Know About Women, #6: You know that endless row of black shoes in her closet? They might all look the same to you, but actually, each pair is subtly different and serves a distinct purpose.” He didn’t know this? Can’t tell them apart? Huh?
At the office one day several years ago I made the mistake of casually mentioning that I owned 17 different pairs of black shoes. My co-workers, about 80 percent of them men, looked at me with amazement. It’s a good thing I was the boss or I think I might have had the crap beaten out of me. October 10, 2002
Man, I know I'm going to flamed for this one, but if you're tired of having to pretend you think the art work of other people's kids is adorable (I'm not that kind of person, of course), take a look at I'm Better Than Your Kids.
[Note: A slightly different version of this piece appeared earlier today at The Rittenhouse Review.] Here’s another reason, as if one were needed, to love Philadelphia: Stu Bykofsky, a gossip columnist for the Philadelphia Daily News, can unselfconsciously write -- and have published -- a sentence like this one:
“At the nuptials, South Philly sausage king Anothony L. Maglio whispered to Bobby Rydell, ‘I think you’re bad luck. Why doesn’t he get someone else?’” [Emphasis added.] October 04, 2002
Vaara, world-renowned linguist, admitted ümlaut lover, and former author of the late, great weblog Silt, checks in with the Review today, providing a link to “Finnish Tongue Twisters,” a phrase I would have thought was redundant. A personal favorite: “Kokko, kokoo koko kokko kokoon!” “Koko kokkoko?” “Koko kokko.” It means: “Kokko, gather up the whole Midsummer fire!” “The whole fire?” “The whole fire.” (Kokko is a person’s name. Midsummer is a holiday.) And this: järjestelmällistämättömyydelläänsäkäänköhän (43 letters), which is said to be the longest word in the Finnish language, although epäjärjestelmällistyttämättömyydellänsäkään (also 43 letters), is reportedly cited by The Guinness Book of World Records, so I guess it’s some sort of linguistically psychotic tie. And this: Saippuakippokukkakivikakkukoppikauppias, which must be the world’s longest single-word palindrome. The home page of the site where these were found -- The First International Collection of Tongue Twisters -- also links to “Dutch Tongue Twisters,” another redundancy, I think, and to similar challenges in some 90 languages, including 18 different tongue twisters in Esperanto. You know, you really can find anything on the web.
[Note: This article was published earlier today in a slightly different form at The Rittenhouse Review.] |