Sunday, July 3, 2022

Welcome Aboard

At this stage of my life I’ve had to accept that I’ll never be the Prime Minister of Denmark. Nor will I ever pilot an Airbus 380. But something that is within reach is writing a blog.

And so I’m now committing to doing just that: You’re reading the first episode/installment/entry (what is the right word?) of what I hope will be a semi-monthly exercise.

Now, does “semi-monthly” mean half monthly, or every two weeks? Or every two months? Well, it’s the former. But wouldn’t it be easier just to say “every two weeks” and be done with it?

Yes, it would. So why didn’t I do that in the first place? I wanted an excuse to refer to my most recent book, Meet the Dog that Didn’tSh*t: 101 Reflections on Words and their Magic. It was released in January and in addition to discussing confusing usage (Semi-monthly? Bi-monthly?), it contains my discovery of unexpected words (like tyromancy, the ability to foretell the future by using cheese), and my grumbles or pet peeves in our language usage. Example: flight attendants telling you we have now begun our final descent. How many have we had so far? Also, it introduces the mysterious Lillian Virginia Mountweazel.

I keep finding new things that I could have added. Also from the airlines: Why do they tell me to gather my personal belongings? Do I have any other kind?

So this blog will be about words. I plan to reflect on whatever strikes me in the next two weeks about the way we use words—their use and abuse. I expect the tone will range from humorous to informational to whiny. Also, I will limit the reflections to 300 words. Why? You’re busy and you prefer short to long. Also, I’m lazy.

Welcome aboard.

PS: I have decreed that this PS doesn’t figure in the word count. I’ll at times link to other items. For your amusement, I’m linking here to a satirical piece I wrote for our local newspaper, The Spokesman-Review, a few months ago. I know of at least a couple of people who took it seriously. I’m also linking to Meet the Dog.

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