Pylimitics

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  • Scratch that; start over. From scratch.

    For your reading pleasure (or at least to occupy some time you could be spending more profitably elsewhere), here is a word of the day episode made from scratch.  “Made from scratch” means “not made from a prepackaged mix.” But where does that meaning of “scratch” come from? It’s certainly not from the “scratch” that… Continue reading

  • The Case of the Ferreting Ferret

    Hare was sitting in Raccoon’s parlor. “Somebody’s trying to ferret out what happened at the party in the barn,” he said. “Who?” asked Raccoon carelessly. “Ferret,” said Hare. “I heard you the first time,” said Raccoon, “I meant who’s doing the ferreting.” “Ferret,” said Hare again. “You can’t miss him. He looks like a smaller… Continue reading

  • Cockles

    “Sweet Molly Malone” is an Irish song first published in 1876 (in Boston, not Ireland) about a young woman who was a fishmonger in Dublin. She might have been a real person, although nobody really knows. But what she sold was real: “cockles and mussels, alive, alive-o,” as the song goes.  Cockles are shellfish, like… Continue reading

  • Colin Needham

    If you like movies, but you’re daunted by the sheer number of films available to watch, you might consult the Internet Movie Database, better known as IMDb. It has records of over ten million titles — television episodes as well as movies. The odds are pretty good that you’ve visited it at least once; it’s… Continue reading

  • January 26

    I don’t know very much about Zen Buddhism, but I have heard of the “koan.” It’s a statement or question that doesn’t have an answer, but if you contemplate it — probably in a way I don’t really understand — your contemplation can eventually lead to enlightenment. I think. If I’m completely off base here,… Continue reading

  • I’m makin’ waffles!

    If you’re not sure what to have for breakfast — waffles with syrup or waffles with whipped cream — and you go back and forth, you might be waffling about waffles. You could also wax lexiphanic about your choice, eloquently and loquaciously holding forth about how it feels to be caught between two options and… Continue reading

  • The Maltese Ferret

    “It was pretty frightening,” said Raccoon. “He had me believing I’d done something wrong, and that there was something bad happening at the party in the barn.” “Me too,” said Hare. “I even started thinking he was a policeman.” “And that whistle,” said Raccoon with a shudder. “What about the whistle?” asked Squirrel. “It was…”… Continue reading

  • January 25

    O my Luve’s like a red, red roseThat’s newly sprung in June;O my Luve’s like the melodieThat’s sweetly play’d in tune. As fair art thou, my bonnie lass,Thee left in weather dry.And I will luve thee still, my dear,Tho’ thee take the name of Bly: All ‘round the world thou went, my dear,And the rocks… Continue reading

  • Cantrev

    If you’re interested in ancient tales set in the British Isles, and you’ve already read Beowulf, you might turn to the Irish Táin Bó Cúailnge or the Welsh Mabinogion. There’s a certain structure pretty common to epic stories from thousands of years ago; you can still find basically the same thing in super hero comics.… Continue reading

  • Shiver me timbers!

    Since we’re well into winter in the northern hemisphere, what could be more appropriate than diving into the phrase “shiver me timbers”? Well…ok, it’s possible there could be one or two more appropriate things. Anyway, “shiver me timbers” may well be well known today because of movies about pirates, starting with the 1950 Disney film… Continue reading

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I’m Pete Harbeson, a writer (among other things) located near Boston, Massachusetts. In addition to writing my own content, I’ve learned to translate for my loquacious and opinionated pup Chocolate Bossypaws. No surprise, she mostly speaks in doggerel. You can find her contributions tagged with Chocolatiana.

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