There is a place, far, far away
Our post-Covid-19 future: blurry lights beckoning us forward
One tram, one passenger (me!)
A shelf freed up for more work, something I could never do outside lockdown
A stroll away from all others. Deep oily waters. Oily troubled mind.
Apr 30: Steven Poole doesn’t dive back hundreds of years to come up with “edgelord,” a word apparently in popular use only since 2015. I’ve never come across it, but it means a person who “posts on internet forums and social media with the express intent of being as ‘edgy’ as possible, expressing the most nihilistic or outrageous opinions he can think of.” Me, I can only dream of growing up to become an edgelord.
In Rebecca Giggs’ wonderful “Fathoms,” I came across: “It took thirty-six hours to butcher a whale — a mephitic, spattering task.” Mephitic? I guessed a meaning of devilish, but the dictionary is more matter of fact: “foul-smelling, noxious (especially of a gas or vapour).” What a delicious word!
Source: A Word for Every Day of the Year by Steven Poole.
As quiet as a country town … but it’s inner city
New tech … am I uplifted or scared?
My dot, where is my dot?