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.
Tuesday, October 13, 2009
FIDELITY, n. A virtue particular to those who are about to be betrayed.
2009 Update: A portable promise of permanence. The peanut butter on the trap's trigger.
ALLEGORY, ALLITERATION, ALLUSION?
Fidelity: an investment house which has a magellin fund but not a columbus fund.
One of the web definitions of fidelity is "the quality of being faithful". I find it beautiful.
Fidelity: I am the fidelist of the fidel. I can not say that for everyone I've known intimately. Those are hard days for everyone when when that happens.
Hint. My first real girl friend had a boy friend in the Air Force and I was the 'homeboy' until he came back. I didn't know she still liked him.
If I ever get my 'Romances of Jim Memoirs' completed some will be hinting at exposure. To protect the innocent (not proven guilty) I won't talk bad anyone in the published edition.
My start of long ago is on my link above.
Like those old high fidelity or hi-fi records that sounds so scratchy.
"Life in Havana." - Raul Castro
I just wanted to come and thank you for stopping by my playground. I've subscribed to yours so I will be around. Thanks again. I'd hate to be one looking for peanut butter on a trap LOL. Have a great day :)
Fidelity is a quality oft-times lacking in my storytelling, yet ever present in my daily dealings.
I have two mottos:
1.) Never spoil a good story for the sake of the truth.
2.) The truth is easier to remember than a lie.
I've just realized that I am quite odd. Thank you, Doug. I am certain that revelation will serve some purpose.
I use cheese for the mice and cat food for the racoons. The racoons will eat peanut butter.
My cape didn't have a brocade and I haven't seen ones with it. I would suggest you look in Wikipedia for 'brocade.'
After reading it I got a little bit of the hang of brocade. My Grandma used to embroider my initials in handkerchievs for me for Christmas.
Perhaps Ask Dr. Jim (blog) could do a better job for you than Wikipedia.
Karen, your remark could have sounded short but to me it was a little chide that I deserved.
Keep it going, I can take it. As long as it isn't malicious which you would never be.
Thanks for being nice to me when it looked like I ruffled. I appreciate all you write. Besides you are a girl (woman) and Mother always told me to be nice to girls. Mom would say that I misbehaved. I am sorry.
The Malicious Communications Act 1988 is a British Act of Parliament that makes it illegal in England and Wales to "send or deliver letters or other articles for the purpose of causing distress or anxiety".
A relative term, except among musical audio enthusiasts.
Sauerkraut, I'm not sure I get it but it sounds deep.
It is beautiful on the web, Ariel.
Jim, I suspect the unpublished edition will have all the readers.
Well done, Icy.
Amoeba, it must be pun day.
You should have just asked, Quilly.
That's ok, Actonbell. I belong to the semper chunky tribe, myself.
Jim, your blogs usually are more informative and accurate, I think. Equally comprehensive.
Walela, you have a much different personality online. Must be a dog thing.
Weirsdo, you mean the ones that point how the Vienna Philharmonic tunes oddly while you're trying to hear the music?
Sorry to come late to this conversation; as somebody's ex-wife at the distance of enough years to see clearly, I found your peanut butter deliciously satisfying.
I like your definition.
The first thing that came to mind was Cuba, but I think, though my fidelity to Waking Ambrose is not in doubt, my tendency toward tardiness leaves me with definition depletion.
Those would be they.
Glad you enjoyed the peanut butter, Susan. There are plenty of traps in the attic.
Cooper, I just celebrate that you make the trip knowing the well will be dry when you show up with your bucket.
I thought so, Weirsdo.
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