Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I took my car in for its long overdue oil and filter change this afternoon. The place I use is right next to a Border’s (a book store) so I looked around there while waiting. I don’t know if other authors do this or not, but every time I go […]
Category: Just Shelley
Hide the sparkle
I was surprised when I wrote the post You are how you write? that no one seemed to notice the irony in the page. In particular the paragraph: Of course, once I wrote this, I thought of Jonathon’s previous writing on Linguistic Imperialism, and the impact that political correctness is having on what we say. This all followed my […]
Driving in circles
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. Actually, it felt rather good to write that last posting, though I know I’ll piss people off. Probably people I care about. But then I ask myself, why do I care about them if my being honest would piss them off? I went to the Red Cross orientation earlier today, […]
You are how you write
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I am in the midst of semantics, poetry, and RDF but I did want to take a moment to add my own comment on a new linguistic nosh currently being nibbled in the neighborhood. The nosh in question is a new book by William Hannas titled “The Writing on the […]
Smile
Recovered from the Wayback Machine. I get excited at the thought of school and then the cold hard reality of what school means sets in: sitting in small seats in stuffy rooms, taking tests, writing papers, financial paperwork, and the other assorted sundry less positive aspects of academia. Such as grades. Especially grades. Of course, this […]
