From the Language Log: From cringe to offense…
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Moist.
Thank you for your time.
To Ian and Brooke, I wish nothing but the best. Congratulations, and all my love and support.
Rationally speaking, I don’t mind Julie staying at work for lunch, really I don’t. But I hate it because I always forget to stop and eat on my own.
Today I got to enjoy a sport that I haven’t really had much chance to see since college: Juniata women’s volleyball (if you couldn’t have mostly guessed that from the title — I fail at suspense). JC was in town for a Landmark Conference tournament at Goucher College. We took on Catholic University and wiped them out in straight sets.
Afterwards my loving wife allowed me to have dinner with some of the Juniata people present at the game. Most were local, but Katie P. (now D.) and her husband made the drive down from Juniata, as this was technically an official alumni event (and she’s Director of Alumni Relations) (and he’s a prof at JC) (and they’re both swell people).
In not-totally-unrelated news, I must use this space to once again announce how my mom rocks, and is always there when we need her most. Thanks, Mom.
There’s probably more, and it’s interesting and all. But I refer you to the fourth item for my failure to communicate the interesting things.