We got rid of our cable this past week—which means, until we can figure out the HD antenna we have, no TV except on the computer—and after just a few days I've been highly sensitized toward vulgarity. For instance, last night when I was perusing The Piano Handbook's table of contents, I came across some rather suggestive language. Unit 16 was particularly offensive, covering things like "contrapuntal playing" and "hand independence." What?
Did you know that the British have different names for quarter and eighth notes? They do. Crotchets and quavers. Umm....gross. And I haven't even mentioned the dotted crotchet, which sounds like something that should definitely be avoided.
Oh, apropos of nothing, I've given up meat for Lent again. So tonight's dinner was a soy burger and some veggies, which I found myself referring to as "a fine supper of beans and corn." I'll chalk that one up to a combo of Deadwood watching and simple living.
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7 comments:
I've given up meat for lent too!
I once envisioned making my own bed. the base i mean. although im sure the bf would be very appreciative if i ever envisioned making our bed in the other sense of the word... good luck with the table!
Good luck with the table. And the not eating meat for lent...good for you. I mean really good for you! I am not sure I could do that. Right now I am looking for ways to get in more protein.
At least with the new Puritan theme, you won't have to worry about mismatched socks.
Crotchets and quavers? Completely bizarre.
As if writing doesn't have its own stable of dirty words. Dangling modifier, anyone? Hmm?
our cable has gone out and i use it as a break from tv. it always ends up being really fun!
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