Two Up

Our neighborhood has added two new citizens in the past few days: Hope and Andrew Benko have a new daughter Harper, and Jordon and Wendy Cooper (and Mark!) have a new son (and brother) Oliver. Wendy and Hope both had some prepartum medical stress, but it sounds as though they’re doing well, and the kids…

Lawn Ornaments

I’m putting lots of goodies that we don’t want to move out on our front lawn. Please make us an offer, as low as “I’ll take it away.” I’m not putting the rather large television out front, but we want to deaccession that, too.

Props

The wonderful Dave Rogers — who doesn’t let our frequent, persistent disagreements stand in the way of kind beneficence — recently did me two big favors: He sent me a copy of Mary Chapin Carpenter’s Between Here and Gone album, to which I have listened straight through once and sporadically thereafter, and he referred me…

In Lieu Of Real Bloggery

Two pictures: the first, yesterday‘s breakfast entree. It didn’t have ham mixed in, but I’m baffled about how they made something that looked like this.     Are those straight-ahead eggs? Are they faux eggs? Reconstituted real eggs? Were they prepared some arcane way? They weren’t bad — they tasted okay, and although the texture…

Ugh

We’re in Evanston; we arrived at a little after 3 o’clock, and modulated directly into packing and sorting. I’m stunned by the celerity with which Margaret shifted gears — it was like a movie stunt driver.   On the other hand, I hate moving more every time we do it, plus I’m coming off a…

And More

Here is the family as we gathered at dinner yesterday evening. Susan’s brother Dave brought his wife Sandi; my cousin Alison came from Massachusetts, as did Aunt Carol; Uncle Rich and Aunt Kaye, from New Mexico; Susan, her son Brad, and Matt O’Riley live in Pittsburgh; and our far-flung offspring. Mom was there in her…

Remembering Saturday

We’re on our way over to my Dad’s house, to have brunch with Susan, with my sister Holly, with Uncle Dick and Aunt Kay, Aunt Carol, and Susan’s brother and his wife. Nate and Pip are already with us; Si and Laura H. will arrive in a few hours, weather and air travel systems willing.…

Road Signs

At a rest stop in central Pennsylvania, we saw the following beverage coolers, side by side:        The questions that spring to mind jostle for sustained attention. Is this a Cupertino that substitutes “concept” for “counter”? (That would seem to be contradicted by the half-visible sign that says “Purchase @ Roy’s. . .…

Ten Days On The Road

Driving to Monroeville today. Tomorrow we move to the fancier hotel in Pittsburgh; Saturday is the memorial event for my Dad. Sunday is “shuttle people to the airport” day, and Monday we head to Evanston.   [Later: Arrived safely in Monroeville; we’ll check out as late as we can, and head into Pittsburgh in the…

Lists and Puzzles

The Futurist’s ”2008 Modern Rock 500“ raises all sorts of conundrums. The obvious ones include, “By what earthly criterion does ‘Blister In The Sun’ (enjoyable as it is) count as a top-ten selection apart from, say, ‘Top Ten Violent Femmes songs’?” Everyone will have some of those I-can’t-believe-it bafflements, and I can take those in…

Maligned Vocation

Margaret and I were listening to Marketplace on the radio last night, and we noticed that a reporter referred several times to “preaching.” He was not, however, honoring the practices of skilled orators; he was using the verb “preach” unambiguously in the sense “harangue,” or “scold,” or “wheedle for nefarious purposes.”   Most readers: imagine…

Worthwhile Procrastination

Yesterday’s Language Log provides a useful analytical light on a pervasive conceptual confusion. Evidently John Prescott says that he has problems with English grammar, when LL’s more careful examination of his remarks shows that he devises grammatically-correct statements that make no sense. Admitting that you don’t understand grammar makes you a regular bloke, though; stuck-up…