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*logorrhoea n pathologically excessive and often incoherent talkativeness or wordiness, prolixity [Gr logos word + roia flow, stream]
blogorrhoea n online manifestation of the above
ot azoy!
Friday, September 29, 2006
If anyone in the Wgtn region is interested, am playing a gig tomorrow with the Klezmer Rebs as part of this weekend's immigrantfest at the Settlers Museum at Petone. We're on at about 4.30.
Incidentally, Becca loves klezmer, and has been known to sing 'oy oy oy' along with the choruses.
hurricanes hardly happen
Wednesday, September 27, 2006
Great, now I seem to have inadvertently taught Becca to say 'Fifi and the bloody Flowertots'. Count yourself lucky I wasn't more alliterative is all I can say. And marvel at my restraint.
idiot-o-matic
Tuesday, September 19, 2006
Apparently we don't say 'can't be arsed' over here. But why ever not?
mysteries of the universe
Friday, September 15, 2006
Why is there a strand of angel-hair pasta clinging to the inside cover of our Wellington street map?
there goes a butterfly
Monday, September 11, 2006
On the cover page of her Antigone essay, in the 'Lecturer/Tutor' box, one of my students has written 'Heather Mills'. I think I'd rather be me, thanks, 200 squillion or no 200 squillion.
kids say the darndest things, # 6 million of a series...
Sunday, September 10, 2006
As some people will know, I have an owl tattoo on my right shoulder blade. Hence this morning's conversation:
Me: I've only had one cup of coffee! It's not enough!
Jack: Mummy's a junkie, Becca. She's got a monkey on her back!
Becca: No, she not! She got a OWL!