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.
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.
