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I, I, I, I!

I am, I said! I am, I cry! (I think that’s a Neil Diamond song. Not sure, though, and definitely don’t remember any more of the lyrics. But isn’t it funny how if that song were to come on the hypothetical radio to which I’m not listening, I could sing along and not miss a beat?)

IQ. When I was a kid my parents had my IQ tested. They made the mistake of noting it where I could see it. I didn’t, as a kid, quite understand how it worked. I thought it meant that I was just incredibly, amazingly intelligent.  Now it just makes me laugh. I think someone who’s incredibly, amazingly intelligent could probably get a grasp on math, something I consistently fail to do. I mean, I see the beauty in mathematics. I just don’t grok it.

I vs. me.  Teachers in elementary school used to beat it into our heads, didn’t they? “Don’t say so and so and me! Say so and so and I!” What they failed to do is teach us that there is a time to say “So and so and me” and a time to say “So and so and I.” Want a little trick that if you master it you’ll never choose the wrong word? Here you go: In your sentence, mentally substitute “we” or “us.” If you would say “we” in that sentence, then it would be “So and so and I.” If, on the other hand, you would say “us,” then it would be “so and so and me.” Easy peasy, lemon squeezey. “Liz and I went to Enchanted Forest a few weeks ago” is correct, because it would be “We went to Enchanted Forest a few weeks ago.”  “The beautiful crystals at Enchanted Forest appealed to Liz and me” is correct, because it would be “The beautiful crystals at Enchanted Forest appealed to us.”

Ibsen. Henrik Ibsen. Have you read/seen A Doll’s House? Hedda Gabler? You must! He was far more prolific than these two for which he is noted in the US, but these are a good start.

Ireland. I’ve always wanted to go there. I wanted to kiss the Blarney Stone. We were planning to go to to the British Isles this year, but alas, it isn’t going to happen. So my dreams have been delayed a bit. Not canceled–I will definitely find a way to get there one of these days.

Isaacs. Jason Isaacs. (That never gets old, does it, unless you’re the one being forced to listen to it.) Jason Isaacs is a beautiful, beautiful man, even when he’s wearing his Paris Hilton wig and being the nasty Lucius Malfoy. I adore him.

Tune in tomorrow for–yep–the glorious J!

 

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