Gone Like That!

Thought escapes me
A premature departure of air
Before the balloon was knotted

Thinking back...

I recall the days when all hurricanes were named for women. Well, not for specific women, but specifically names of the female gender. In grade school there was the old joke... why are all hurricanes given names of women? Answer, of course... Who ever heard of a himacane? I'm sure quite a few of you are familiar with that oldie.

I've often wondered what was the basis for the political correctness in this meteorological jargon? How was it an industry that likely was so male orientated came to make this change? I have no specific figures on the makeup of the profession, but in the mid to late 1960's I was in the national severe storms forecast center in Kansas City, Missouri on numerous occasions and I don't recall seeing many women. Sure that was a long time ago and things may have changed in the industry.

Not that any of this is earth shaking. The question is simply a little nagging twist of my brain. It is not near as important as when the troops get to come home or how people beat up by Charlie, Frances and now Ivan will manage to keep the faith and pull themselves back together. But I do wonder. And that is the great thing... we can still wonder about the trivial things that happen in our language.

You Go Girl!

I love it when Katey gets something off her chest. [Poets Are Nerds!] Her post reminds me of a bumper sticker I saw on a car last night at a library... "Well mannered women rarely make history!"

Eileen Tabios - Readings

Eileen is doing her "thing" in New York this month if anyone is in that venue. Details

Victoria Chang

Victoria Chang

Congratulations are in order for Victoria Chang

Words ~ Words ~ Words

Word watch! Laurel caught Laura Bush with a this linguistic travesty.

PLEASE!!! Will someone help get Zell Miller back to his Med clinic?

"I wish we lived in the day where you could challenge a person to a duel," the
72-year-old Miller angrily told Matthews.

The GOP Convention is over.... it is safe to come out now.

Blog-gone-it!

It is so hard to believe that we are now in September. What has become of this year? I'm sort of at a loss for words today - which is, I suppose not a good thing to happen to a poet. On the other hand, it might have been a good thing for Jenna and Barbara last night.

Katey exclaims, "I can't write!" but of course, we all know she can. It just isn't happening when she wants it to. Who hasn't had that happen?

September? Oh geezee....