Words

On this non-laborious Labor Day, I have known that I am obligated to posting about something that starts with an F. I have been sitting here with the dictionary, furiously flipping folios trying to find a blog-worthy F-word. Fall? Please come soon. Forecast? Hot forever. Felons? Across the street – and old news, anyway. Fedora?…

I overslept. Again. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, but for as long as I have been setting an alarm clock, come morning, I do not hear it. I mean, I must hear it at some level of consciousness, because I hit the snooze button. Excuse me, the “SNOOZ” button. Why do alarm clocks…

It’s finally here: 08.08.08. How cute. If I were the marrying kind, perhaps I would choose to have a wedding on this oh-so-memorable date. But you know, I’ve always loved October. Maybe I should shoot for a wedding on 10.10.10. It’s a Sunday. Consider this my save the date – groom to be interpolated later….

Last night, I had a job interview that lasted an hour and a half. This potential employer and I talked spiritedly and candidly about everything from music to the environment to Telluride to writing to disappointment to, strangely, even Jesus. It was surreal, and wonderful, and stimulating. The job is something that I could excel…

Vintage = old and expensive Antique = rickety Shabby chic = scuffed edges Contemporary = microfiber Charming = country plaid Romantic = wicker Cute = tacky Wrought iron = purchased at Hobby Lobby Retro = bizarre Art deco = belongs in a Miami hotel room Spectacular = always an overstatement Comfy = ugly… but has…

“Rule #1: when all else fails, follow instructions. And Rule #2: don’t be an asshole.” (Anne Lamott, Plan B)“It’s not a crime to be an asshole, but it’s very counter-productive.” (Hancock) – – – – – – – – I thrive on words. I read novels slowly and carefully, savoring the phrases, and underlining sentences…

Y’all, the “y’all” is slipping out. I don’t know what is happening to me. Maybe it was inevitable – I’m surrounded by “y’all”-ers everywhere I go. But still, it’s a big pet peeve of mine when people go off to some foreign land for a short amount of time and return with an accent. Because…

Pulchritude. Is it just me, or does the sound of this word NOT sound like the meaning? I especially love that there are two pronounciations: \PUL-kruh-tood\ – OR – \PUL-kruh-tyood\ I prefer the second. Tyood… it’s just a little bit snootier. And only snooty people would use this word. In that case, I’m totally on…

Yesterday, I spent upwards of 5 hours shredding documents at my work. I filled 6 Hefty bags full of confetti, and succeeded without getting a single paper cut. I only jammed the shredder once, and wound up completely sweaty from the heat of the hulking machine. At financial companies, they don’t mess around with their…

I’m no poet. In the past, I have fretted over the fact that I am not a poet. How can someone who loves words and beauty and communication and emotions so much not have a poetic soul – a deep spring of sparkling and devastating words, words that cause others to pause and reflect and…