Wednesday, January 27, 2010
Forbidden, as by law; prohibited.
I'd observed several people taking photographs of these with their camera-phones, although a sign on a tripod just inside the door announced that all photography was verboten.
-- Stephen King, Duma Key: A Novel
Small assemblages by Hermann Glockner, for example, should come as a revelation even to Germans. Glockner, who died in 1987 at 98, concocted little sculptural gems in his studio, jus for himself: elegant Constructivist improvisations, talismans of verboten modernism, made by folding, twisting and tying together discarded matchboxes, cut-up soap containers, tin pots, wood blocks and newspaper.
-- Michael Kimmelman, "How art connected 2 sides of the Berlin Wall", New York Times, February 16, 2009
The girls eyed one another conspiratorially: the verboten pastry, stuffed with preservatives and refined sugar, offered without even the minutest of moral struggles; to what do we owe this great pleasure? "Yes!" said Daisy, running toward the house, not waiting for me to change my mind.
-- Deborah Copaken Kogan, Between Here and April
Wednesday, January 20, 2010
plural lacunae / luh-KYOO-nee / or lacunas / Lacuna is from the Latin lacuna, "a cavity, a hollow," from lacus, "a hollow.":
1. A blank space; a missing part; a gap.
2. (Biology) A small opening, depression, or cavity in an anatomical structure.
Like most other writers of his generation, he was a profoundly apolitical being, not from any lacuna in his education but as a matter or principle.
-- Walter Laqueur, "The Artist in Politics", New York Times, May 15, 1983
Between the time of my first memory . . . and my second and third memories, I remember nothing. The lacunae of these years I've been able to fill sketchily from the entries in my baby book, which notes such incidents as my first smile.
-- Jaime Manrique, Eminent Maricones
The exodus of wives, relatives, friends and hangers-on had left a big howling lacuna which wrapped the homestead in webs of glorious nostalgia.
-- Moses Isegawa, Abyssinian Chronicles
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
1. Of or pertaining to the art of cutting stones or engraving on them.
2. Engraved in stone.
3. Of or pertaining to the refined or terse style associated with inscriptions on monumental stone.
1. One who cuts, polishes, and engraves precious stones.
2. A dealer in precious stones.
Here, disguested by venality and intrigue, the retired courtier would come to compose lapidary maxims and wise but sympathetic letters to ardent youth.
-- Michael Foley, Getting Used to Not Being Remarkable
If I asked how long it took to simmer the meat sauce, Emilia would answer with a grumble and her usual lapidary phrase: "Quanto basta. As long as it takes."
-- Patrizia Chen, Rosemary and Bitter Oranges
The settings for Jim Crace's fiction are always evoked with superb, lapidary precision.
-- Caroline Moore, "The timid Don Juan", Sunday Telegraph, August 31, 2003
Tuesday, January 12, 2010
Becca arrived home tonight and shortly afterwards came back upstairs carrying an ugly little doll in her hands. My first thought was, "What the heck did Mike send you?" Then, she set it on the table and turned it on!
How hilarious is that?!?!!! She bought it from Walgreens as a gift for a friend. I just may have to go get one.
My first thought was that I had to post it on my blog. Hope you all enjoyed it!
Friday, January 8, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
A silly, flighty, or scatterbrained person, especially a pert young woman with such qualities.
We discovered here not the flibbertigibbet Connolly describes but a serious reader (Goethe, Tolstoy, Proust) who found her cultural ideal in the 18th-century France.
-- Martin Stannard, "Enter Shrieking", New York Times, November 28, 1993
He argues persuasively that Millay's reputation has been harmed not only by academics who dread and fear her heartfelt "simplicity," but by the very admirers who wished to promote her as a kind of whimsical flibbertigibbet, a peotical Anne of Green Gables.
-- Liz Rosenberg, "So Young, So Good, So Popular", New York Times, March 15, 1992
That it was the Owenses who had got involved in this nonsense, rather than some flibbertigibbet johnny-come-latelies, counted for a lot, for the Owenses were respectable and respected.
-- Neil Gaiman and Dave Mckean, The Graveyard Book
Friday, January 1, 2010
We decided to go to a local restaurant in the Dells called House of Embers. The decor is a little strange and not really my style, but it was nice. The food! OMG! The food! Besides being extremely pricey, was amazing! I ordered a plate called Chicken Oscar, which was grilled chicken covered in crabmeat and a sauce of some sort. It was simply phenomenal! Drew got Filet Mignon, which he enjoyed. Other Drew got Chicken Cordon Bleu and Jen got something like Pan Crusted Grouped, which she said was kind of bland.
After dinner, we went looking for something to do to kill some time until the countdown. As we drove in, we noticed that Kalahari had a new Indoor Theme Park. We decided to go there and check it out. There was arcade games, mini-putt, a ferris wheel, go-karts, laser tag, a ropes course, a climbing wall, and bowling. I was in awe! We decided to head upstairs and bowl a couple games.