It’s called the Baader-Meinhof Phenomenon. That’s the one where you hear a word or phrase that strikes you as uncommon, and then you hear it again maybe later the same day, or the next. Immediately, it strikes you that obscure and paranormal forces are at work, casting these words upon your path to clue you toward spiritual enlightenment of some kind, or maybe to ready you for the zombie armageddon. Who knows? Always in motion is the future… Yoda said […]
On est là? Oui, on est là. Vous êtes de retour. Chez toi, terre natale, ou quelque chose. Les ruelles, des mauvaises-herbes, le mois de novembre qui dure six mois. Vous êtes là! Don’t be alarmed… it’s a simple case of dyslexic nostalgia, and this, too, shall pass, ou bien?!
MUNGO. 1. Patron saint of the city of Glasgow. 2. Cheap felted fabric made from waste wool. 3. A dumpster diver – one who extracts valuable things from trash. 4. A river in New Zealand. 5. A town and municipality in Huambo Province in Angola. 6. Mongolian monetary unit worth one hundredth of a tugrik (well, “mongo”) The word has beautiful appeal, doesn’t it? All definitions I’ve found, the above. I think I like #3 the most. Something about the […]