Word Roundup for a Monday

Boustrophedon [boo-struh-FEED-n], from the Greek βουστροφηδόν, βοῦς (bous) meaning “ox” and στροφή (strophē) meaning “turn”: An ancient method of writing in which every other line of writing is flipped or reversed, with reversed letters. The way oxen would write, you know, if they were turning back and forth in the fields in order to write,… Read more »

Good Is The Enemy of Great

It’s raining here today in Cambridge. I’m listening to DMX’s “Lord Give Me a Sign;” José González’s “Storm;” and The Cinematic Orchestra’s “To Build a Home.” I wonder if there are any TV fans out there so fanatical that you can tell from these songs (and maybe from my subject heading) what I’ve been watching?… Read more »

“So I started out for God knows where…

… I guess I’ll know when I get there.” (That’s how it feels sometimes when you’re learning to fly, you know?) (Link plays song.) So, I haven’t been blogging about trapeze class, but it’s not because I haven’t been taking class. It’s because I start to worry that it’s obnoxious and narcissistic to plaster pictures… Read more »

Hard Things

Writing is really, really hard right now. I am in a vortex of doubt and I am clinging to a mustard seed. Writers out there, don’t let go of that mustard seed; don’t let go of that teeny, tiny shred of faith. I know what you’re going through. I know how hard it is, and… Read more »

She Flies Through the Air with a Touch of Unease

So, at TSNY Beantown (the trapeze school), there are signs that say, “Forget fear. Worry about the addiction.” I had my second flying trapeze lesson last week. (If you missed my first, I talked all about it here.) Click on the photo below to see just how silly that silly face is: (The white bar… Read more »

Authors, Appearances, Anxiety, and Dropping One’s Pants

I’m annoyed that my voice recognition software recognizes Ludwig Wittgenstein on the first try but doesn’t recognize Miss Marple. Humph. (To be fair, it doesn’t recognize Lord Peter Wimsey, either. But nor does it recognize Luce Irigaray. But it recognizes Jo March. But not Gilbert Blythe. AARGHHH!) (Incidentally, my favorite VRS kerfuffle recently was when… Read more »