We can’t think of anything particularly compelling to say. And every time we open our mouths, it results in gardyloo. So we’re taking a sizable break. Happy holidays.
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Break
Posting will be light over the next couple of days. I won’t go into the details, but it’s been the kind of week that drags you through a deep residue of pigshit, kicks you repeatedly in the gut, and presents conditions that challenge you to rise with grace, faith in humanity, and your dignity intact. (And it makes generous shoutouts like this that much more special.) Plus, I have serious rewriting to do.
In the meantime, check out Laila’s interview with Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie, watch Sam’s space for upcoming musings on literary theory, and hope that guest blogger Kevin Wignall doesn’t fall prey to dial-up noise over at Sarah’s grand pasture.
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3 Comments
“gardyloo”?????
Yup, gardyloo. If you ever visit Edinburgh, ask around.
Gardyloo is my new favorite word — and toast (well, right after “To Klinkenborg!”). The M-W.com definition:
Main Entry: gar·dy·loo
Pronunciation: “gär-dE-‘lü
Function: interjection
Etymology: perhaps from French garde à l’eau! look out for the water!
— used in Edinburgh as a warning cry when it was customary to throw slops from the windows into the streets
but… but… I’ve been waiting patiently for the return of drunken writer night …
how will I go on?
“Slops” – there’s euphemism for you.
Hope you have a good break and festive season, Ed.