August 9th, 2007

Party Guy

Happy Birthday to tygermoon_foxx and plonq!

For your present, here's today's Forgotten English (© Jeffrey Kacirk):

Belonging to, or formed of, rubbish.
--Joseph Worcester's Dictionary of the English Language, 1881

From the root of Latin rudis, indicating the primary sense of rude, to be broken.
--Noah Webster's American Dictionary of the English Language, 1828

Birthday of John Dryden (1631-1700),
English poet and critic. Dryden was harshly critical of his near-contemporary William Shakespeare's use of literary festoonery, writing once that his "whole style is so pestered with figurative expressions that it is affected as it is obscure. ... I undertook to remove that heap of rubbish under which many excellent thoughts lay wholly buried." Elsewhere, Dryden charged that the Bard "writes in many places below the dullest writers of our or any precedent age. Never did any author precipitate himself from such heights of thoughts to so low expressions as he often does. He is the very Janus of poets -- he wears almost everywhere two faces, and you have scarce begun to admire the one ere you despise the other."

Sheesh, everybody's a critic!

-The Gneech
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Where Have All the Joeys Gone?

Loooong time paaaaassin'...

*ahem!* No, sorry, strike that.

Joey! Duh.Anyway! A year or two back, in this space, I wrote about a particular variety of lunchgoer around here that I referred to as "The Joey." These guys were characterized by being young and male, having dark or blonde hair cropped quite short with just a little tuft right in the very front, and usually wearing a mock turtleneck in black or grey, with a dark blazer. (Their female counterpart, the Barbie, was more prone to pinstripe skirts and high heels, and more likely to be blonde.) These guys were the up-and-comers, ambitious kids looking to make their way among the smart set, and were particularly prone to showing up at Panera, the cheapish lunch place of choice for suburban sophisticates living on a budget.

It struck me today at lunch, that I haven't seen these guys in a while, at least not in the large groups I used to. I don't know if Tysons is gradually losing its upscaleyness, the Joeys and Barbies all got married and have turned into plain old suburbanites or what, but lately I've noticed the area moving away from its yuppified air. Harried moms with toddlers are the order of the day just now, and among those who are not harried moms with toddlers, there are as many fortysomethings and fiftysomethings with open collars and laptops as there are fresh-faced college kids dressed for success.

Of course, there are even more people of all varieties just sorta wearing whatever they felt like tossing on in the morning -- which in heat like this is usually a t-shirt and shorts or jeans. Like it or hate it, the casualization of the workplace really snowballing now. I suspect, but don't know for sure, that the movement away from the office and towards access-via-internet may be at work here as well. I guess most people would say that if you're going to camp out at Panera with your laptop all day, instead of going in to the office, there's not much point in putting on any more cloth than you must to avoid arrest.

But for all that, I kinda miss the Joeys. I wonder if the return of colder weather will bring them back.

-The Gneech

PS: Enough of this socioeconomic rambling! Time for a silly meme!

Your Score: Lurch!

Our test has determined that you possess
28% Hellbentness, 11% Sanguinity, and 68% Creeps!
Well done!

"Youuu Raaang?" Our test has determined that your Proto-Goth icon match is Lurch!

Lurch, the butler for the Addams family, is our test's Eidolon of Creepitude. While personifying the image of a "gentle giant" (he plays harpsichord!), his great stature and quiet, zombielike nature always manage to make the "normals" feel unsettled and ill-at-ease. Little is known of his past and if asked about him, Morticia gets a strange glimmer in her eye and says only, ?A shovel, a grave, and a cute little book bound in human skin that my father gave me when I was a child; one of my fondest memories.? Lurch was a wedding present to Gomez from Morticia and her Grand Ma-ma; they exhumed him from the local cemetery and brought him to life via magical incantations.

The Lurch Files website has the following to say about him: "In truth, without the faithful Butler, the Addams mansion would probably be a cheerful place to live (eegads.. perish that thought!!)."

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