Wednesday, April 25, 2012
My Sweets, My Children, My Lovelies, make yourselves comfortable and hold your glasses close while I take you on our journey. It is no mere trip but more a quest for something that goes deeper and farther than the ordinary traveler's destination. We will look up at the stars and wonder. We will lean in close to the soil and dig. The normal will become extraordinary and the impossible will seem trite.
We start with the softness of the M. Lips closed and a gentle hum...It's the sound of a delicious meal and a sensual deal. The I is short and so the word starts off with "ME" then moves seamlessly into the RAB whose R can almost certainly have the briefest of rolls. Don't overwork your tongue right at the beginning but make sure your audience knows you can use it. After the short A and quick B the next I is short into the L which brings another opportunity for our tongues. Let the lingering of the L move lasciviously to the ARY. It ends well with the Y and we can hardly keep from smiling once we've reached the untying of the knot.
Mirabilary n.-- one who, or a work which, narrates wonderful things; one who writes of wonders.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
Turns out Yankee Doodle sticking that feather in his hat had nothing to do with Kraft's noodly and cheesy concoction.
adj.-- Composed of or characterized by Latin words mixed with vernacular words or non-Latin words given Latin endings.
How's that for a mind fuck? The song was macaronic in and of itself and it mentioned macaroni. That's meta before meta was meta.