Chaucer, channelling Bishop

Gives me advice and I take it to heart. Even if I do it by simple repetition.

Blog sum thyng every daye. Accepte the flustere / Of sleples nights, of weekends badlye spent. / The art of blogging ys nat hard to master. 

Ah but it's the sleples nights that are hard to accepte, and Ich'll admyte freely that it's not only the weekends that are badlye spent.

('The Sola Arte' by Elisa Episcopus may be found on Chaucer's own twitter. )

Which obscure sorrow would you choose?

I'm kind of torn right now* between nementia, aimonomia and jalopia. And also, somewhat, dream fever though it seems to me somewhat less sorrowful than the others.

Via kind friend on Twitter (which I should probably just sign up for, seeing how much of my reading comes from links from there).

No, wait. I think my word of the day is going to be dialecstatic. Now to find a Scotsman somewhere in Hyderabad...

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*There must be a name for this feeling that might be classified as an obscure enough sorrow, but see 'aimonomia'.

kind of blue

 "Turnbull’s Blue—Antwerp Blue—Berlin Blue—Prussiate of Iron—Chinese Blue—Saxon Blue—Blau de Berlin"...

...but see for yourself.

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