To all the patriarchy-blamers who have emailed me over the past couple of weeks and gotten bupkis in response: I have read your letters, and I really, truly appreciate them, but I admit it. I’m swamped. I’m hopelessly behind. I will never catch up. Uncle. I’m really sorry. Clean slate, what?
To Soph in France: thanks very much for the book.
Trackbacks titled by WordPress can sometimes provide a cheap laugh, the way they append the blog name to the post title. Take this one which showed up today on the polygamy post from the other day: Incest is a family value at Pandagon. It’s like fortune cookie fortunes. “Now is the time to make circles with mints, do not haste any longer—IN BED!” And, since this post is now tracking back a trackback, I expect the infinite trackback loop will blow up the world shortly.
There’s an exhibit of Christo drawings at the tiny downtown gallery loftily named Austin Museum of Art. The drawings themselves are pretty objects, but to the concept of Christo’s public “art” I say “pah!” Say you saved up for ten years for your trip to Paris, and when you finally arrive you zip over to the Pont Neuf, only discover that the storied landmark has been wrapped in hideous burlap by that arrogant knob Christo. Unto thee I say verily, no bridge, island, tree, river, or building has ever been improved in the slightest by Christo’s annoying fetish for giant shrouds. Why has no one stopped him?
Fortunately, Norbizness strikes a counterbalancing blow for truth and beauty when he conducts a useful lesson on using the adverb objectively, and then–as if that weren’t delightful enough!– invites readers to kvetch about their own most reviled language abuses (Guess. What. Mine. Is.).