Yes, thanks for the great talk today about writing and memoir. Lynda Barry revealed that the infamous boyfriend in her “One Hundred Demons” was no less than Ira Glass, who was gracious/humbled/changed enough to admit that everything she wrote was probably true, a refreshing twist on the usual reaction.
My grandfather used to say it quite a bit. I never gave it a thought and absorbed it, using it myself. One day a couple of years ago, at a guvmint job, some arse said it was sexual harrassment. Hunh? I was thoroughly embarassed. I never realised it had any kind of, uh, connotations until I googled it at the time. Of course, I am sure that is not what my grandfather, nor 99.99% of folks now, had/have in mind, but it did give me pause and cause me to reconsider the origins of a lot of other aphorisms/colloquialisms/etc., that i was using, to make sure I knew what other folks may think i was saying, whether i actually was or not. i’d love to see that translated. if you thought ‘barking up the wrong tree’ was hard…
Thanks for taking the time to come down to the DC area today to speak to Chessie Chapter members. Everyone enjoyed it.
It was fun to speak to a group of writers. Exhaustion didn’t overtake me until the ride home.
Chuck Berry?
Yes, thanks for the great talk today about writing and memoir. Lynda Barry revealed that the infamous boyfriend in her “One Hundred Demons” was no less than Ira Glass, who was gracious/humbled/changed enough to admit that everything she wrote was probably true, a refreshing twist on the usual reaction.
“Too pooped to pop” probably did not originate with Lucy Ricardo, but she immortalized it.
Chuck Berry?
Yep, Chuck Berry. Laura is too young to remember when that was a hit. I, however, am not.
My mom?
My grandpa used to say that all the time, as did my dad. I think it’s just one of those sayings.
I found it for you youngsters.
http://www.we7.com/#/track/Too-Pooped-To-Pop?trackId=1525575
My grandfather used to say it quite a bit. I never gave it a thought and absorbed it, using it myself. One day a couple of years ago, at a guvmint job, some arse said it was sexual harrassment. Hunh? I was thoroughly embarassed. I never realised it had any kind of, uh, connotations until I googled it at the time. Of course, I am sure that is not what my grandfather, nor 99.99% of folks now, had/have in mind, but it did give me pause and cause me to reconsider the origins of a lot of other aphorisms/colloquialisms/etc., that i was using, to make sure I knew what other folks may think i was saying, whether i actually was or not. i’d love to see that translated. if you thought ‘barking up the wrong tree’ was hard…
//kjl