Stephen Frye’s Audio Rant on (English) Language – Perfect!

So, y’all know I love, love, LOVE words, right? This rant (sent to me by a new fellow wordster) by Stephen Frye is just perfect to my ears, mind, and sensibilities. Also, I kinda like the visual style of its speech-to-text, but I can see where some would not. I hope you enjoy!


So, Purple…? A Prompt Reblog: A Plea for Arbitration

Remi/Judy just posted a response to THIS prompt, and that caused me to remember this lil blog I posted over 5 years ago. She has urged me to reblog, and I listen to her advice, especially after a couple rum&colas.

The original post started as a question about the colors eggplant vs maroon. Apparently it’s time to add purple to the mix.

serial monography: forgottenman's ruminations

Some of you know that my bff is Judy/Remi, therefore we must sometimes disagree. Tonight she responded to this prompt to post photos showing the color eggplant:1024x768-eggplant-solid-color-background I suggested (well, strongly recommended) that she include the photo below in her post, but she declined (well, refused), because she says my t-shirt is maroon and oh-so-not eggplant. My eyes disagree. So, I put it to you, gentle observant occasional readers: does this photo below show me wearing an eggplant-colored t-shirt (as I search for that damned buzzing fly)? Yea or nay?

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Take a Walk on the Wild Side

Late spring, 1973. I was 21 years old, a recent college dropout, working in the chem lab of a manufacturing plant 35 miles south of my new apartment in southeast Missouri. (I’d only recently moved out of my childhood home, a lil too late. Another story.) I was making enough coin to buy myself a sweet ORANGE Porche 914 the fall before. I got off work around 9 pm, and the weather was perfect. I opened the top to my car, turned on the radio, and headed home. About 10 minutes into my drive up the interstate, this song came on the radio. I was mystified, transfixed, flummoxed, awestruck! I had never heard anything like it. It played, and I drank it in, and I craved that the announcer would PLEASE tell me what that song was, WHO performed it! Nope. (It was common back then for the DJs to read the list of upcoming songs, but they often didn’t repeat it at the end of the set. Idiot bastards.) I had no internet to consult, no music-savvy friends to ask. I was stumped for YEARS while that song taunted me, popping up in my brain now & again. Finally, with the dawn of the interwebs, I was rewarded with its identity. Yeah, since then I’ve probably listened to everything Lou Reed put out there. But this one will always be my favorite. It became mine that night I was flying up the interstate with the wind in my hair and radio speakers at full blast.

Josh Hawley and his not-quite-stealthy push for global christian nationalism

For those of you who might not know, I reside (reluctantly) in rural southeast Missouri, so I’ve been able to vote against Josh Hawley in both his election runs (state attorney general & U.S. senate). Not that my blue vote really matters in my red state and even redder small town. Until the 2020 election cycle I did not really disrespect him much, as I believed he Continue reading