Six Sigma. I went to a Six Sigma simulation class today. It was the most fun I’ve ever had at work, ever. We took a ten-minute process and reduced it to ten seconds. I got to bounce around and shout out ideas. I could do that for a living.
Family resemblance. Walking along with my mother while she was in town. Sign. “HEALTHY JAPANESE FOOD!” I said, “But I don’t want healthy Japanese food.” Mom said, “I thought you liked Japanese.” “When it’s dead! Not when it’s healthy!” She said, “I wished you’d been around more when Andy was growing up. The girls have
Folks. My folks came out to visit. They were supposed to be here on Wednesday, but arrived on Sunday afternoon, having forgotten to call before they left. At the time, I thought it was strange–they were always so fanatical about calling before they left, in case “something happened.” Cell phones. Social changes. They had three
I usually limit myself to four-letter words. English: May the malevolent hedgehogs soil your cornflakes. Irish: Go salaí na gráinneoga cealgrúnacha do chuid calóga arbhair. Phonetic: guh SAH-lee nuh GRAWN-yoh-guh KYA-luhg-roo-nuh-khuh duh khwihj KAH-lo-guh AH-ruh-wir. An tInneal Mallachtaí via Randy.
Maybe nobody else is this easily amused. Forget the headline on this article. Read down a bit. “Other new cast members include Miranda Richardson as a newspaper gossip columnist…” Coooooool. She was in a lot of the Hallmark specials that covered classic fantasy and heroic novels. The one I’m thinking of is Alice in Wonderland.
Writerly thoughts. I’m reading another John R Gardner book on writing, On Becoming a Novelist. The other book, I forget the name off-hand, but the one culled from his writing class notes, is much more tolerant and understanding. This one, he’s right, you know he’s right, but he’s a cantankerous old writing teacher that’s had