Thursday, September 10, 2009
Abbreviations
Here are several commonly used abbreviations that I hate with a fiery passion:
prego* -- pregnant
cukes -- cucumbers
hubby -- husband
*preggers is even worse. sometimes hearing it activates my gag reflex.
...this list is still in progress
Marie added some good ones:
vacay -- vacation
delish -- delicious
terrible terrible abbreviations.
prego* -- pregnant
cukes -- cucumbers
hubby -- husband
*preggers is even worse. sometimes hearing it activates my gag reflex.
...this list is still in progress
Marie added some good ones:
vacay -- vacation
delish -- delicious
terrible terrible abbreviations.
Friday, September 4, 2009
On Buying a Bike
I hate everything
that moves faster than my body
because everything that moves faster than my body
does so by a cheap trick.
-Andrei Codrescu
After forsaking my last bicycle and spending a few weeks consigned to a lowly pedestrian status, I am moving back up in the world again. I go to pick up my new bicycle this afternoon.
I was feeling very happy about this. But then I read Andrei Codrescu's essays in Road Scholar ("Carless in America") and it resonated so deeply with me that I started to feel like even this was a betrayal. It is not a car--but it is also a speeding flying hunk of metal bound to cause some small destruction. A cheap trick. Moving faster than my body. Making it just that much harder to stop and smell the roses.
Sorry Andrei, but if the true American religion is speed, I want to partake just a little.
that moves faster than my body
because everything that moves faster than my body
does so by a cheap trick.
-Andrei Codrescu
After forsaking my last bicycle and spending a few weeks consigned to a lowly pedestrian status, I am moving back up in the world again. I go to pick up my new bicycle this afternoon.
I was feeling very happy about this. But then I read Andrei Codrescu's essays in Road Scholar ("Carless in America") and it resonated so deeply with me that I started to feel like even this was a betrayal. It is not a car--but it is also a speeding flying hunk of metal bound to cause some small destruction. A cheap trick. Moving faster than my body. Making it just that much harder to stop and smell the roses.
Sorry Andrei, but if the true American religion is speed, I want to partake just a little.
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