talk. talk. talk.
(1) I am very much in sympathy with Emdashes' "Banned Words and Phrases," in a general sense. And I am supportive of the ban on "exhausted," in particular. And I would like to institute such a ban against my busy and hyperbolic but hardly --------- self. You know this.
Rebecca Mead and Roger S. Weick demonstrate the proper use of the word, in an Aug 4 talk:
[Queen] Claude, a near-contemporary of Anne Boleyn, who served her at the French court as a prepubescent lady-in-waiting, was betrothed at the age of six to her cousin François, the Duke of Angoulême and heir-presumptive to the French throne. She was wed at fourteen. She went on to bear seven royal children, including a son who became Henry II of France, and she died at twenty-four. “The French say that she was épuisée—exhausted,” Roger S. Wieck, a curator of medieval and Renaissance manuscripts at the Morgan, explained the other day. (27)
(2) "Fish Story," 7/21. I didn't like the way Mike Peed included panhandlers in a list of non-human objects. I did like the way he got distracted at the end, "Suddenly, an even bigger question loomed: What does the world have against eels?"
(3) I feel like it's interesting news that Sasha Frere-Jones is selling his vinyl collection. I hope he keeps us posted on that.
(4) Ug. On Saturday, on my local radio station, I heard someone desecrate James Thurber's "How to Tell a Fine Old Wine," in a reading for Selected Shorts. It was just so bad. Tension and excitement in all the wrong places. The actor clearly was not acquainted with dry, modern wit. While John Lithgow reading Roald Dahl's "Taste" was pretty good.