This morning, it's my pleasure to welcome Quilldancer as guest. You know you guys have been looking forward to this as much as I have. Quilldancer was asked to write a definition of Lecture.
LECTURE, n. Doug asked me to define lecture: a word that’s meaning changes with each stage of a person’s life.
To toddlers the word “no” is a lecture.
To elementary school children a lecture is a boring story about what life was like when Teacher was a kid.
To teenagers a lecture is every word their parents utter.
To college students a lecture is a class designed to ensure they get their sleep.
To adults a lecture is a gift of verbal wisdom better to give than to receive.
To senior citizens a lecture is a one-sided discourse about anything newfangled, like iPods or cell phones.
About Quilldancer: Quilldancer aka Quilly aka Tom and Cindra's Aunt Quill first showed up here this past summer and has been keeping the place toasty warm well into autumn. Since her arrival, two things in particular have been noticeable about her participation. The first is that Quill's humane spirit won't dissolve in the inhumanity of the host. The second is that Las Vegas schoolchildren must get frequent breaks to hit the slots and tip the cocktail waitress.
Quilly writes four blogs herself and one with friends who also have a problem. A Day in The Life is the central site, updated daily with poetry, thoughts and anecdotes. An artist with words who no doubt chose her pseudonym because she loves letters, the posts at A Day in The Life jumble together amusing anecdotes that are actually funny, touching anecdotes that actually move, random thoughts (which can be really random) and, bless her, Wordless Wednesdays. While I'm rambling on here, Quill is no doubt sleeping and later on, she'll download a photo.
Bits of me in poetry is her site with a title that rhymes cotaining verses most of which don't. Like A Day in The Life the poetry site comes from a lot of different parts of Quilly. A photograph and verses which can be haiku, or other short poetry, or fanciful formal poetry. Memories of her childhood fill the site with the best title on the internet, The Grown-Ups Wanted Us Dead. Those are stories told the good old-fashioned way with the vigor in the narrative and a light touch with the humor and emotion. I swear I'd delete this whole site in trade for having been the one to give that name to something.
Matthew 28:19, named for the great commission is a site in which Quill testifies her faith autobiographically. It's a blog Roberta Bondi would write or at least enjoy reading, I think, and I say that as someone with half a dozen of Bondi's books on my bookshelf. It's a site where Quilldancer's testimony is sharing herself, which is really the synopsis of all Quilldancer's sites and comments. She's that unusual soul who fully and without artifice inhabits all of her own words, whether she's making a joke, telling a story or recalling a past sadness. Quill's sensitive response to one of the darker stories on this site, inspired this one. We'll need women like Quill during the end times.
Thanks to Quill for being a terrific guest, teacher and friend. Oh, and folks, Quilldancer has warned us that it is dangerous to feed her ego so, please, no-one say anything nice.
How to be a guest on this site: To be anointed, I will need your email address and permission. So, were you to send an email to dpascover at mac dot com and say in the subject line something like "OK, ok I'll do it," that would definitely work unless I thought it was spam and deleted it. On an upcoming Wednesday, after posting that week's guest I would then send you an email with a word not in The Devil's Dictionary which you could then spend the next three days writing a definition for and return to me with a graphic or two of your choosing. The only rules are no profanity, no novels and anything else I make up. If you've done this before, I may ask you again if you're around a lot. If you've done this before and not been heard from since, just let me know that you want to be a guest and then disappear again.