Twist and Shout

Twist and Shout
Life is never straight (Joey Kulkin photo)

Monday, August 11, 2014

What's it called when ... part 1

BENNINGTON -- I think I'll just chronicle each time it happens instead of trying to remember the incidences because usually I forget the specifics.

Two hours ago, on the llama farm, I used the word squab in a post. No, not the bird squab, but a reference to throwing down back in the day in L.A. Was a time someone would say, Wanna squab? and you better've been ready to throw down, boy. But that word ain't been used in a good long while outside of the Geto Boys song.

About 32 minutes ago, on Zuckerberg's farm, I used the term McFührer in a reply to TPM's post about a swastika drawn in butter on the top-bun of a woman's chicken sandwich.

Ten minutes ago I began to read Miss Stein's daily piece and was amused, twice, upon seeing that she too used squab and Führer; the difference being that she wrote about culinary squab while dispelling rumors that Hitler was a vegetarian.

I suppose Miss Stein and I are cosmically attuned today.

Hey, maybe it has to do with the photo I took of Sadie the newly minted 8 this morning holding an original copy of "Hitty, Her First Hundred Years" -- which I gifted Sadie for her birthday after reading how much Miss Sadie Stein loved the book.

Or, well, maybe my mind's playing tricks on me.