I have started reading Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte. I’m not sure why it has taken me so long to get around to reading it, maybe I was a long time recovering from Wuthering Heights (Emily Bronte), which my students invariably called Withering Heights. I’m not sure, if this was a reference to the book
I use Blogger for my posts. I am not always happy with their quirky twists and turns; but I am also not prepared to move seven years of blogs over to another platform. I can’t believe that I have had this weblog since 2006. OK some years I just posted a few pieces, however, this
My Fit Bit is pushing me that extra “bit.” First you have to know that it’s -11º C in Toronto, but I managed to do my 5,500 steps around the cemetery today, albeit bundled to the nines and virtually alone, except for a few stalwart souls, who were braving the cold or who had to
Yesterday I posted about embarrassing situations that we all have faced from time to time. One of these is telling the same story over and over again. I mentioned, however, that I never minded telling my Bat Story, ad infinitum. So here it is again. It was in May about thirty years ago. It was
Mental Floss posted on FB a short essay on 6 embarrassing things we do and why we do them. Well, I just had to read the list, which goes like this: 1. Pushing doors marked Pull – Actually both words look very similar and in a rush, who looks to see what the word is
I was reading and article by Mental Floss on the names of perfumes launched in the ’80s. The article suggested that the perfumes of this decadent decade supported, through their names and over the edge advertising, the hedonism of a “me” generation. Here’s a link to the article. http://mentalfloss.com/article/53918/11-iconic-perfumes-80s Often a name can either make
I often feel sorry for people who have birthdays on Christmas, because, if you celebrate Christmas, your birthday gets lost in all the hoopla of the day. In fact I have to feel sorry for anyone who has a birthday in December at all. December is one of those “loaded months.” That is, there is
I was tossing around an idea in my last post about the word “blog.” I hated the sound of it because it was synonymous with very mundane terms such as, Fred Bloggs. I was hoping to find a more elevated name for the diaries or daily posts of millions of people. I suggested that the
