Sittin’ here at nearly 1:00 AM. Have the strange urge to write something, but there doesn’t seem to be anything to write about. Can a weblog post write itself?
I guess we’ll find out.
I’m slumped back in my chair. Terrible posture. My bottom is on the edge of the seat, my shoulders are resting in the middle of the chair back. Really, really terrible posture.
There are so many months to go in the political season, yet everything seems to be in a frenzy already. But too much of the news is ridiculous. I was turned off at the idea of another post about the election. Or Bush. Or Kerry. So instead I’m staring at the screen and at these three orange peels on my desk. The peels of three oranges.
In searching for a new email client, I installed PocoMail. It’s nice, but it will stop working at the end of the month unless I cough up the dough. I may jsut go back to Eudora. I can’t remember why I stopped using it. Installing a new email client and a spam filter took all my energy. Now I’m just defiantly awake so I don’t lie down, fall asleep and immediately find myself getting ready for work. Sleeping goes by fast. But perhaps if I did sleep, I’d have an interesting thought about what to write, instead of this lousy near-stream-of-consciousness drivel.
Here’s a tiny gem among the muck. I found this, the ARTFL Project while I was searching for confirmation that “dine” once meant “to go to bed” in American English. I never did find that confirmation, but I stumbled upon the ARTFL form for searching their 1913 Revised Unabridged Dictionary. There are a number of reference works, and other documents to look at. ARTFL stands for “American and French Research on the Treasury of the French Language.”
So, can anyone corroborate that archaic meaning for “dine?” I have a card from Altered English that claims the “go to bed” definition is recorded in The American Dialect Dictionary, New York 1944.Posted by James at March 16, 2004 2:29 AM