50 x 100 x 50

Update: There’s an apology in the comments. This just in: Jeremy I noticed your 50 x 100 x 50 is striking similar and also was started after another blog called 100×50 (lwarnerrose.wordpress.com). I would like to say it was a coincidence…however in our increasingly interconnected world coincidence is beginning to become a thing of the [...]

This post is number 49 in a series. I can’t think why he started. I was sitting quietly, waiting for him, and he threw something at my head. I watched it sail by. A biscuit! So I Hoovered it up. That happened a couple more times, then his aim improved. I happened to have my [...]

This post is number 47 in a series. When the world was young, best beloved, and floppy disks were great big things the size of saucers, I needed to count the words in a book. So I thought, well, what separates one word from another. Why, a space! And sometimes a carriage return! And so [...]

Of course it all came to naught, but that first week in May as the news filtered across the Channel, Paris was where it was at. A couple of years later, no sit-in could start without Street Fighting Man to ensure adequate dialectical doodads, and the revolution’s teeth had been pulled.

This post is number 41 in a series. Blue Girl breaks new ground by embedding a video in a 50 x 100 x 50 post. Just don’t watch it, unless you like being manipulated into an eye-blinking, lump-throated slump, I like to think that my own paltry genre-extension — doubling up on words after I’d [...]

This post is number 38 in a series. I had seen one or two, but that’s no summer. This evening on the terrace, fresh from sticking stolen Bruggmansia cuttings in some soil, I sat back and watched a dozen or more swallows shrieking as they hawked beneath a mottled blue-gray sky. It’s odd how they [...]

So the apostrophe — that key orthographic distinguisher that protects Western civilization from confusion between the genitive case of the 3rd person singular neuter pronoun and the result of attaching the clitic form of the 3rd person singular present tense form of the copula to that pronoun — is being elided in some people’s casual [...]

This post is number 35 in a series. Moonflowers. Hyacinth beans. A Mandevilla I got from the big garden on Saturday. A sweet-scented white-flowered shrub that makes glaucous, dark-blue berries, nabbed from friend Cini’s terrace.. My own cannas, years old. An Ipomoea, ditto. And a tomato from somewhere down in Puglia that stays green and [...]