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I've seen a lot of advertising in the last 24 hours. I despise advertising, most ads see me dashing back over to the computer to turn down the volume.


But I've been spring cleaning while watching Highlander on Hulu. I'd never watched the series before. I'll admit I ended up skipping the last third of season one, and taking my Love's word that it gets better after that. It does.


Anyhow... advertising. Tonight I hear an ad say to me: “Humans have three thousand thoughts a day. The engine of the Regal Turbo has a hundred and twenty five million thoughts a second.




How the hell did this make it through whatever passes for quality control in the advertising company? I've probably had more than 3000 thoughts in the time it's taken to write this entry so far, and that's not counting all the unconscious "thinking" I've had to do to keep my fingers on the right key on this keyboard and to notice my typos and correct them.


Boo, Buick, BOO! Your ad is an insult to my brain. The reality is, even without television, and even living in the boonies as I do I'm still bombarded by at least 1000 advertisements for products a day. Which according to you, has just wasted a third of my thoughts.


One thing's for sure: I've already wasted enough thoughts on you.

Blog Entry CommentsComments: 3 (Last: AnJuli · 3/27/11 10:13 AM)
I am a bloviationist. No, really.

What does that mean, you say? Well duh - it's one who bloviates.

OK, it's not really me. But it's been a while since I came across a word that I haven't even heard or read before. Shoot - which is a total bloviation.
Blog Entry CommentsComments: 3 (Last: LittleOddMe · 3/20/11 8:31 AM)
She (reading a recipe): This requires mixing margarine with marshmallows and then pouring it over rice crispies. How disturbing!!

He: I'm more disturbed by your pronunciation of "margarine".

She: Wait. How do you say it?

He (grins): The correct way. "Marge-a-rin".

She: Um.... what about the E on the end?

He: Archaic. You don't say the E in Shoppe, do you?

She: WHAT??? But that's old English, we've dropped the E. We spell it "shop".  We've kept the E in "marge-a-reen" so you should say it. So there!


She: Well hang on, when you say "Magazine" do you say "Magga-Zin"???

He (cautiously): I ... might.
Blog Entry CommentsComments: 1 (Last: Lori · 2/20/11 8:16 PM)
No, I'm not holding my breath over anything - well not anything big, just occasionally over little things. I used the phrase this morning in leaving a comment for someone, so I'm just thinking about it and it's origins.

We're Grammar Alchemists in this household. We make up words, or mix base words. Is salivatory a word, my Love asks me as we're driving. Um, it is (though with the staccato way he pronounced it I wasn't sure (I was as soon as I typed it here, and then looked it up to confirm it), but it didn't matter as our conversation segued into:  "Is someone who salivates a salivator or a salivater?" (FWIW - a "salivator" is an agent that promotes salivation, hence salivatory is the process of salivation being induced. "Salivater" is a drug reference from the urban dictionary. Seems as if there isn't a noun for "someone who salivates." Got it? Good.)

I don't like to think of myself as a stickler when it comes to grammar, as lordy knows I break the rules all the time. Sometimes I wish people would tell me when I make a particularly grievous error. I know what I know, I don't know some stuff, and some stuff I just don't care about.

I do care about "bated breath." See, it's not "baited breath." How does baited breath make any sense? You've put a worm on your tongue and you've stuck your mouth into the water and are waiting for a fish to swim in? I love the little poem I found this morning while looking at the topic. It's by Geoffrey Taylor, called Cruel Clever Cat:

Sally, having swallowed cheese,
Directs down holes the scented breeze,
Enticing thus with baited breath
Nice mice to an untimely death.

When we say "bated breath" we're thinking about that moment when you hold your breath waiting for something. The problem is the word "bated" is not really used anymore (except occasionally by weirdos) and even "abated" which it was derived from is not really used much anymore. Abated or bated means "lessened". Hence the phrase "to wait with bated breath" means "To wait with your breathing lessened".

Got it? Good.
Blog Entry CommentsComments: 2 (Last: Lauri · 2/11/11 1:11 PM)

When driving, I sometimes feel as if I am standing still, and the world is moving past me. This is especially true at dawn.

Yesterday the trees were coated in a thick layer of powdery snow. It lay over the branches, a soft white shrug worn by each tree according to their individual fashion sense. I loved the deep green pines sweeping their bristles down under the contrasting fluff. I loved the way the powder piled up on the bare branches of midwinter oaks down by the lake.

Everything moves in slow motion at dawn. The sun nibbles its way down the trees; sleepy love-making. The snow on the branches blushes with every new caress.

The orange light begins to pale. The sun hops out of bed and starts tackling the day with a more business-like light, paling into yellow, sneaking between the trees to play hide and seek with the long shadows on the ground.

I drive on.

Blog Entry CommentsComments: 6 (Last: GOF · 12/23/10 1:47 PM)
I just discovered that tonight's full moon is a Blue Moon!

Once in a Blue Moon

I have a few moon photographs still to place in my ArtFire store, and I was researching moon names. I've heard of things like Wolf Moon and Harvest Moon.... and of course a Blue Moon.

Generally there are twelve full moons in a year. They are named differently in different cultures. I was just looking for as many different names as I could. Here's part of a table I copied off of Wikipedia:

Full moon names

Positional name

Associated Month

English names

Algonquian names

Other names used

Early Winter


Old Moon

Wolf Moon

Moon After Yule, Ice Moon

Mid Winter


Wolf Moon

Snow Moon

Hunger Moon, Storm Moon, Candles Moon

Late Winter


Lenten Moon

Worm Moon

Crow Moon, Crust Moon, Sugar Moon, Sap Moon, Chaste Moon, Death Moon


Early Spring


Egg Moon

Pink Moon

Sprouting Grass Moon, Fish Moon, Seed Moon, Waking Moon

Mid Spring


Milk Moon

Flower Moon

Corn Planting Moon, Corn Moon, Hare's Moon

Late Spring


Flower Moon

Strawberry Moon



Early Summer


Hay Moon

Buck Moon

Thunder Moon, Mead Moon

Mid Summer


Grain Moon

Sturgeon Moon

Red Moon, Green Corn Moon, Lightning Moon, Dog Moon

Late Summer


Corn Moon

Harvest Moon

Barley Moon


Early Fall


Harvest Moon

Hunter's Moon

Travel Moon, Dying Grass Moon, Blood Moon

Mid Fall


Hunter's Moon

Beaver Moon

Frost Moon, Snow Moon

Late Fall


Oak Moon

Cold Moon

Frost Moon, Long Night's Moon, Moon Before Yule


I'm fascinated with the history of these names, and have started reading up on them, starting with the ones that I already knew. When I came to Blue Moon (which of course does not appear on these lists, because it is an "extra" moon) I found out something interesting. I thought a Blue Moon was when the moon was full twice in one calendar month. Apparently that's an error of interpretation made years after the Blue Moon term was coined.

A Blue Moon is not literally blue, though I did find mention of some pretty rare atmospheric events that have turned the moon a blue color in the last few hundred years.

As you can see, the Moons are classified into sets of three for each season. When the term Blue Moon was originally recorded in the Maine Farmers Almanac, it was used to describe those times when four moons instead of three occured in a season. When this happened, the first two and last moon of the season would keep their original names, and the third moon of the season would be dubbed the Blue Moon.

Of course the term was probably in use way longer than that - this article hypothesizes that it may have come from the Old English term "belewe" meaning "to betray" - because the extra moon betrayed the nice neat order of a lunar calendar.

So tonights moon is the third full moon of fall, with one more ("Oak Moon") to squeak in just before the winter solstice.

Anything unusual that happens today indeed happens only "once in a blue moon".
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Once in a Blue Moon
Blog Entry CommentsComments: 7 (Last: Emmi · 11/21/10 3:35 PM)
late night motel room,

           seconds from sleep.

a moth flutters against the streetlit ceiling




    to reach that false moon -

        bumping blindly

            across the braille

      of a sweat etched concrete wall,

dark wings clicking faintly, dryly -

the sounds

     of barren unhappiness

          and longing to be free

          to fly

          to mating and martyrdom

  against the springtime sky.
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A human crouches, an insignificant orange glowing speck amongst darkness and the wet smell of wood.

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