Redefining misanthropy for a fresh generation. Standard posts begin with a definition from Ambrose Bierce's The Devil's Dictionary followed by a modern adjustment. Miscellany on Wednesday and storytelling on Saturday.
Monday, July 03, 2006
Talk
TALK, n. To commit an indiscretion without temptation, from an impulse without purpose.
And one more before I have to go and play gamecube with my nieces...
"The time has come," the Walrus said, To talk of many things: of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax-- Of cabbages --and kings-- And why the sea is boiling hot-- And weather pigs have wings."
There’s this guy in this place And he looks me in the face And he tells me ‘bout this girl that took him home And there’s this girl and she says That she’s never been with him And she tells me things that I don’t wanna know There’s a warning inside going off in my mind You won’t get me this time to forget about it
I know there’s better things to talk about And I believe that you’re looking for so mis-romance And I say that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout And I can see so just pass is on to someone else And say it’s just the talk of the town
Week goes by and I ran into the guy And he says that he heard I was with his girl Well I carefully replanned I’ll just quickly wink and smile I don’t wanna involved in drama world There’s a warning inside going off in my mind You won’t get me this time to forget about it
I know there’s better things to talk about And I believe that you’re looking for so mis-romance And I say that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout And I can see so just pass is on to someone else And say it’s just the talk of the town
"But wait a bit" the oysters cried, "Before we have our chat; For some of us are out of breath, And all of us are fat!" "No hurry!" said the carpenter They thanked him much for that.
Too fun to not continue Minka - having fun on holiday? Oh, I do Karma.
Minka! und Zuerst wie richtig! I really like both quotes. You can't go wrong quoting Duke Ellington although "Don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing" gets a little common after awhile.
Princess, Minka's only stalking "first." That's a great quote and a little sinister.
Weirsdo, no doubt although I still wonder which is cheaper.
Speaking of people you can't go wrong quoting, Puppybrose, the Bard of the Bronx maybe my favorite.
Ah, yes, Minka, that's also apt and never gets common.
Puppybrose, schizophrenic or president material.
TLP, it's usually free. I sense a ransom demand.
Michael Martin Murphy, I think, Karma. Groundbreaking. Corny.
Puppybrose, you can take more liberties with typing if you want to.
Thanks, Shayna. And to you, Ma'am.
G, I think thanks to you I'm going to hear De Niro when I read Carroll. I'll let you know later if I'm grateful.
Brian, we'll fill the time until you get back.
Ariel, why don't you tell us about the best concert DVD ever?
Karma, see below.
Thanks, Kyahgirl.
VI, If it has a source, it's effluvium.
Everybody, I should have mentioned I'm traveling in Western Missouri until Wednesday so my posts and comments may be erratic and my scenery the opposite.
Tracking behind TLP, it's hardest to listen without getting that vacant look in your eyes that really means you're just waiting impatiently for your turn. So you're not really listening. The equivalent is having something so necessary to spout, so incredibly witty, that you don't read the prior comments first, and therefore step on somebody's else's witticism. Also, it sinks ships. xoxo
Doug: forgive me for this... but when i read you were going to Missouri, i flashed on one of the dumbest/*punny* songs ever. needless to say, it's also one of my favorites. it's called "What Did Delaware?" and the last verse goes a little somethin' like this:
How did Wiscon-sin, boys? She stole a New-brass-key, Too bad that Arkan-saw, boys, And so did Tenna-see. It made poor Flori-die, boys, It made poor Flori-die, you see, She died in Missouri, boys, She died in Missouri!
all this to say, doug, hope your travels won't cause ya too much Missouri! (what? i talk too much?? me??? sigh. back to the corner...)
"Her(his) lips are flapping and all I hear is 'blah, blah, blah.'" Is a popular saying between my friend and I, especially when we were stuck in talks on writing that went on and on and on and we weren't allowed to be the peanut gallery. We were shushed! Can you believe that? Shushed!!!
There was a young man called Brian Two emu eggs he was a-fryin' He dropped them from the pan And you know what hit the fan So everyone sat cryin' and sighin'
puppybrose, now you're reminding me of a really corny one:
Q: If Mississippi wore a New Jersey, what did Delaware?
A: Alaska
read my lips ... i did say it sucked. it's all the dawg's fault, talking about travelling
karma! that's from the same song, girlfriend! (be afraid... be very afraid...) the same song in shich we learn that "Cali-phoned-ya to say Haw-are-ya", "Missi-sipped... a Mini-soda", and "Tenne-sees... what Arkan-*saw*"!
TALK, n. The art of verbal communication. TRASH TALK: the art of verbally communicating the aroma of the neighborhood sewage treatment plant. TALK RADIO: evidence that the art of verbal communication does not require the participation of the central nervous system.
Sorry Rio, that last one popped out one night when my fingers slipped on the radio tuning knob while driving, and I stumbled into the minefield of Michael Savage. Talk about "... loose expectoration of his speech", Mr. Sumner.
(I'm a graduate ['75] of Bates College, which owns the chair that Charles Sumner was sitting in when Sumner was beaten to a pulp by Preston Brooks in Senate chambers 1856 - follow the link on Sumner). Bates uses the chair in its Presidential inaugurations. And I knew nothing of the matter until five minutes ago.)
Jenna: It's reminding me of something my sister and I would say to get at each other "You're opening your mouth, but nothing's coming out" when the other was trying to make a point. Someone? Anyone? Was that from the Little Rascals?
Dear Karma, your words, how they flow! You flatter me more than you know, But such praise, I lament In my head, might ferment, And thus swollen, I fear, it will Blow!
you're a doll, thanks! xox
G: my sis and i used to say that too! it could be from Little Rascals... xo
My hubby was "borned" and reared.. uh, I mean raised in Missouri. We call it "misery." I hope you are enjoying your time there.
Talk: Something I'm thankful I can do without so much trouble now. It needs to be better, but as I know from experience, it could be worse. I have the ability to talk your leg off now, as long as I'm in a quiet environment.
to audibly spew what you have been waiting to say in a conversation. Nobody really listens to what we say. They just think about what they want to say next.:)
52 comments:
What are the odds?
"You've got to find a way of saying it without saying it!"
-Duke Ellington-
Now see, that is what we women are trying to do, our men just don't get it!
"But still his toungue ran on, the less
Of weight it bore, with greater ease."
-Samuel Butler- Hudibras
Okay, Minka, are you stalking Doug cos you're always here first? :)
“If people listened to themselves more often, they would talk less”
“We women talk too much, nevertheless we only say half of what we know.”
Nancy Witcher Astor
And I'm out of here :-)
Substitute for thought.
“It was impossible to get a conversation going; everybody was talking too much.” ~ Yogi Berra
Talk: yada yada yada, blah blah blah.
And one more before I have to go and play gamecube with my nieces...
"The time has come," the Walrus said,
To talk of many things:
of shoes--and ships--and sealing-wax--
Of cabbages --and kings--
And why the sea is boiling hot--
And weather pigs have wings."
minka! i came back to add this excerpt! talk about coincidences! what the heck, it's more charming coming from you.
i'll just go away now. talk to myself over here in the corner.
"Why is it that when we talk to God we're said to be praying, but when God talks to us we're schizophrenic?" ~ Lily Tomlin
The reason that talk is cheap is that the supply exceeds the demand.
Talk is what you do when you should be listening to me.
self-propelled hot air, aka flatulance.
anyone remember 'Everybody's Talking at Me' from Midnight Cowboy?
dscfvq: queen of disco fever. just sayin'
"Yakty Yak...don't talk back!" ~ the Coasters
whoops! make that "Yakety Yak"! (i should never talk and write at the same time...)
There’s this guy in this place
And he looks me in the face
And he tells me ‘bout this girl that took him home
And there’s this girl and she says
That she’s never been with him
And she tells me things that I don’t wanna know
There’s a warning inside going off in my mind
You won’t get me this time to forget about it
I know there’s better things to talk about
And I believe that you’re looking for so mis-romance
And I say that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
And I can see so just pass is on to someone else
And say it’s just the talk of the town
Week goes by and I ran into the guy
And he says that he heard I was with his girl
Well I carefully replanned
I’ll just quickly wink and smile
I don’t wanna involved in drama world
There’s a warning inside going off in my mind
You won’t get me this time to forget about it
I know there’s better things to talk about
And I believe that you’re looking for so mis-romance
And I say that you don’t know what you’re talkin’ ‘bout
And I can see so just pass is on to someone else
And say it’s just the talk of the town
Hope you have a Happy Fourth, Doug! :)
"But wait a bit" the oysters cried,
"Before we have our chat;
For some of us are out of breath,
And all of us are fat!"
"No hurry!" said the carpenter
They thanked him much for that.
Too fun to not continue Minka - having fun on holiday? Oh, I do Karma.
Why talk when you can blog?
You talking to me!?!
ditto. I have nothing.
Enjoy the silence!
(Alice, in case you read this, the best concert DVD EVER is going to come out this September!!)
ohhh g, how come i forgot Taxi Driver!
Brian, come back. Bullshit talks, money walks
dawg, cat got yer tongue? :P
I like both of today's definitions Doug. Ambrose hit it nicely, for society in general. Yours defines my family.
So nice to see the Penguin up top again.
Talk - verbal effluvium( depending upon the source )
Karma - got your back because somehow your post inspired me to remember it!
Minka! und Zuerst wie richtig! I really like both quotes. You can't go wrong quoting Duke Ellington although "Don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing" gets a little common after awhile.
Princess, Minka's only stalking "first." That's a great quote and a little sinister.
Weirsdo, no doubt although I still wonder which is cheaper.
Speaking of people you can't go wrong quoting, Puppybrose, the Bard of the Bronx maybe my favorite.
Ah, yes, Minka, that's also apt and never gets common.
Puppybrose, schizophrenic or president material.
TLP, it's usually free. I sense a ransom demand.
Michael Martin Murphy, I think, Karma. Groundbreaking. Corny.
Puppybrose, you can take more liberties with typing if you want to.
Thanks, Shayna. And to you, Ma'am.
G, I think thanks to you I'm going to hear De Niro when I read Carroll. I'll let you know later if I'm grateful.
Brian, we'll fill the time until you get back.
Ariel, why don't you tell us about the best concert DVD ever?
Karma, see below.
Thanks, Kyahgirl.
VI, If it has a source, it's effluvium.
Everybody, I should have mentioned I'm traveling in Western Missouri until Wednesday so my posts and comments may be erratic and my scenery the opposite.
Sorry, Brian we crossed. A Limerick to Maharashtra. Nice stretch.
Tracking behind TLP, it's hardest to listen without getting that vacant look in your eyes that really means you're just waiting impatiently for your turn. So you're not really listening. The equivalent is having something so necessary to spout, so incredibly witty, that you don't read the prior comments first, and therefore step on somebody's else's witticism. Also, it sinks ships. xoxo
Talk, the misrepresentation of thought and ideas.
Talk: To give it up; spill the beans; roll over; turn states evidence.
Chalk Talk: The science of sport...the x's and o's.
Talking Heads: boring TV... soundbites without "b-roll."
Doug: forgive me for this... but when i read you were going to Missouri, i flashed on one of the dumbest/*punny* songs ever. needless to say, it's also one of my favorites. it's called "What Did Delaware?" and the last verse goes a little somethin' like this:
How did Wiscon-sin, boys?
She stole a New-brass-key,
Too bad that Arkan-saw, boys,
And so did Tenna-see.
It made poor Flori-die, boys,
It made poor Flori-die, you see,
She died in Missouri, boys,
She died in Missouri!
all this to say, doug, hope your travels won't cause ya too much Missouri! (what? i talk too much?? me??? sigh. back to the corner...)
zpjzzo: jazz in Oz is peculiar
Talk: lip schtick
ahhhh........ talk radio: (formerly) interupting my childhood and giving me faux headaches i would complain to my mother about. (now): my job?
I love that one Puppybrose - lip schtick.
Yo Dawg - you talking to me!?
"Her(his) lips are flapping and all I hear is 'blah, blah, blah.'" Is a popular saying between my friend and I, especially when we were stuck in talks on writing that went on and on and on and we weren't allowed to be the peanut gallery. We were shushed! Can you believe that? Shushed!!!
Harrumph. Shushed!!!!!
my lips are sealed.
Just came to link to you as I'm writing about talking to you--as in the Bierce definition, slightly
Wait talking isn't all interupting? You haven't met my family
"Whatcha talkin' about Willis?!"
thanks Brian, so sweet of you, let me talk back:
There was a young man called Brian
Two emu eggs he was a-fryin'
He dropped them from the pan
And you know what hit the fan
So everyone sat cryin' and sighin'
puppybrose, now you're reminding me of a really corny one:
Q: If Mississippi wore a New Jersey, what did Delaware?
A: Alaska
read my lips ... i did say it sucked. it's all the dawg's fault, talking about travelling
karma! that's from the same song, girlfriend! (be afraid... be very afraid...) the same song in shich we learn that "Cali-phoned-ya to say Haw-are-ya", "Missi-sipped... a Mini-soda", and "Tenne-sees... what Arkan-*saw*"!
gulp...i've gone too far, haven't i?
why didn't someone try to talk me out of this???
Talk to the hand!
Brian
I'm tryin'
ohh puppybrose - i had no idea! i only knew that part. ok, this limerick's for you:
There was a fine lass, puppybrose
Who really appreciated good prose
Wit, charm and grace
And so beauteous of face
She did good, at Waking Ambrose
lqvycr: loquacious and very crass
TALK, n. The art of verbal communication. TRASH TALK: the art of verbally communicating the aroma of the neighborhood sewage treatment plant. TALK RADIO: evidence that the art of verbal communication does not require the participation of the central nervous system.
Sorry Rio, that last one popped out one night when my fingers slipped on the radio tuning knob while driving, and I stumbled into the minefield of Michael Savage. Talk about "... loose expectoration of his speech", Mr. Sumner.
(I'm a graduate ['75] of Bates College, which owns the chair that Charles Sumner was sitting in when Sumner was beaten to a pulp by Preston Brooks in Senate chambers 1856 - follow the link on Sumner). Bates uses the chair in its Presidential inaugurations. And I knew nothing of the matter until five minutes ago.)
Jenna: It's reminding me of something my sister and I would say to get at each other "You're opening your mouth, but nothing's coming out" when the other was trying to make a point. Someone? Anyone? Was that from the Little Rascals?
Have a safe trip Doug. Where do Willie and Walela go when you're traveling?
Karma:
Dear Karma, your words, how they flow!
You flatter me more than you know,
But such praise, I lament
In my head, might ferment,
And thus swollen, I fear, it will Blow!
you're a doll, thanks! xox
G: my sis and i used to say that too! it could be from Little Rascals... xo
Minka rules no matter where she's at!!!!!
My hubby was "borned" and reared.. uh, I mean raised in Missouri. We call it "misery." I hope you are enjoying your time there.
Talk: Something I'm thankful I can do without so much trouble now. It needs to be better, but as I know from experience, it could be worse. I have the ability to talk your leg off now, as long as I'm in a quiet environment.
Happy Independence Day!!!!
Sorry for interrupting...
So I see you've been on a plane recently.
Enjoy Missouri!
TALK, v. An action to replace an inaction.
TALK: To test a thought, to not hold it in, to make a sound with intention.
Wait, did I say that out loud...
talk - That thing people do instead of The Walk.
to audibly spew what you have been waiting to say in a conversation. Nobody really listens to what we say. They just think about what they want to say next.:)
Just Perfect!! I won't add because "to inerrupt" is dead on :)
You definition is hard to top, Doug. But how about:
Talk: to lie
Honest.
Happy Fourth!
"Nobody really listens to what we say. They just think about what they want to say next." lol M.A., that's my understanding of converstaion, too.
Talk about being late to comment!
Hear ye, hear ye Sar! But hey, y'all are still talking?
Hm, Mireille?
Dusty, so, like, thought dressed in stylish deception?
Joel, if they'd just b-roll the sound it would be alright.
The room is round, puppybrose. Sheesh, she'll be looking all day for the corner. I like lip schtick.
Poetic justice, Rio.
Of course, I'm talking to you, G. There's no-one else here.
Jenna, not for long, I'll wager.
Cooper, discretion is the better part of B.S., no?
Pia, I had them in mind.
Sigh, Dddragon, he could have been Governor.
Karma, I wasn't even here.
O Ceallaigh, that's a discovery surpassing excellent.
Funny memory, G.
Thanks, Kyahgirl. Their mother is dogsitting.
Puppybrose, *applause*
Good times, Jamie Dawn. My father as well.
Thanks, Squaregirl and happy birthday.
Hey, Sreekesh! And visa-versa.
Mutha, I didn't hear anything.
Poobah, it's a low impact alternative.
a4g, talking with popups is an excellent description of blogging.
Yeah, yeah, Mistress Anna, did I tell you about my trip?
Merci, Em, and I like the new picture.
Happy Fourth to you, Indie.
Yeah, yeah, Ariel. Did I tell you how I won at croquet yesterday?
Sar, I'll say!
No Miz B, pero buenos dias!
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