I would love this so much

  . . . if I were around an organized, creative flash mob like this one. The world needs more random joy.

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Illness redux

Suri’s suspect for a month or so that she was diabetic. Unfortunately, some bloodwork this week confirmed that. We don’t know yet whether it’s Type I or Type II; Type I seems more likely at this point given how rapidly it developed. We’re a little scared right now, but diabetes is at least treatment for diabetes is well understood and largely in the hands of the patient. We’ve been through some rough health problems in the past. I just wasn’t wanting another one so SOON. It seems like her heart problem (under control now) was just diagnosed yesterday.

Pour a 2-liter of Mountain Dew on the curb . . .

Dave Arneson died this week. He was one of the wargamers/fantasy fans in Minnesota who tweaked, re-interpreted, and wrote game rules that ended up becoming our modern tabletop roleplaying games. Arneson created the Blackmoor setting, the very first roleplaying “game world.” RPG evolution is convoluted and involved and required a large number of Minnesotans named “Dave” for some reason; Arneson remained involved his whole life, and he’ll be sorely missed.

Shakespeare and great insults

My friend Dan makes the point that almost every idea communicated in Shakespeare’s plays gets said in the suavest possible way. The dramas’ unprecedented range of vocabulary has a lot to do with this. We were watching the musical version of Love’s Labours Lost with Kenneth Branagh, Alicia Silverstone, etc. the other night and came to a scene where Berowne is angry that someone had warned the ladies of the French court about the scholars’ prank. I’m a pretty educated guy and I can think of two words off the top of my head for this kind of behavior: tattletale (for kids) and snitch (for grown-ups). Here’s how Berowne describes the man who ruined their fun.

“Some carry-tale, some please-man, some slight zany,
Some mumble-news, some trencher-knight, some Dick

Tell me, how is “mumble-news” not a part of our everyday language?

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