Shazzer can't really be in the same timezone judging by her posts - and she seems to be in Japan. Japan was remarkable for hot springs in which one could swim while the autumn colours were all about on the hills.
Hills are alive with the sound of music ... AH-ah-ah-ah! Sorry that's just what I was reminded of. I suppose Shazzer could be 12 hours ahead of me then, y'think?
y'think Shazzer eats lunch at midnight? People who work third shift often eat at strange times. But it seems more likely she is on the East Coast with devriesj et al.
Devriesj et al., the more the merrier I say! Come on over to the east coast. The weather's fine...sometimes.
Sometimes it's hard to be a woman.... well it's very hard for me. Don't know why, but I love that song: it's perfect, and perfectly executed.
Executed - the contenders in the fiendish games in the last episode of Dr Who seemed to be but actually weren't. I am enjoying the inventiveness of these stories.
Stories like for example the 1001 Nights is that what it's called, the collection of the stories the arabian dancing girl told the the caliph are mysterious and timeless. The ancient art of storytelling...has it been lost in today's world of the soundbite and the three-second attention span?
Spannng the centuries, the old myths and legends still have the power to enthral. One of my nicer jobs was retelling various countries' folk tales, and also the Odyssey, in easy English for foreign learners, and apparently they still sell well.
Well I must send you Romeo and Juliet in text messages wot my brother sent me in an email this week. It's a hoot.
Hoots, mon, what an idea! Is it the whole play or just bits?
Bits, ye say? Nay, lass, 'tis the whole shooting match, the full nine yards, the entire enchillada.
Enchilada and refried beans, chicken fajitas and tortilla - very filling, TexMex food, isn't it? I have had a slight repast of wholewheat bread and houmus and taramasalata.
Enchiladas son muy buenas. Specially acompanied with some good red wine.
Wine pipped taramasalata!They go well together.
Together you seem to agree that I spelled enchilada wrong. Well I don't care, so there.
There will be some pardon to the wrong spell of such foreign words. I even spell English terms wrong, not to speak of Tagalog.
Tagalog (təgä'ləg, tägä'lŏg) or Tagal (tägäl') , dominant people of Luzon, the Philippines, and the second largest ethnolinguistic group in the Philippines. They number about 16 million. Most of the population is Christian. Tagalog, a Malayo-Polynesian language that had a written standard form before the coming of the Spanish, is the legal national language of the Philippines, where it is called Pilipino. Okay got that, you at the back?
Back to our muttons, as Francis would say so humorously. I used to employ a Tagalog speaker and she told me that kilikili is the Tagalog for armpit.
Armpit of our country some say is New Jersey. I'm not sure I'd agree. Although I suppose one could argue that it IS somewhere under the raised 'arm' of Maine!
Maine is a state I've been to, unlike Kentucky. There are really rather a lot in the middle of the country that I just haven't visited.
