by Bret

You say isolato, I say isolato.

I suppose that pun doesn’t work in text format, but get the gist I think you did.

 

This all refers to an idea I’ve had for occasional posts; ‘etynoms’.

‘Etynom’ is a play on ‘etymon’, which is the root of ‘etymology’. I like etymology, see. Specifically, an etymon is an earlier or root form of another word- the kind you look for while researching etymology. The greek means something like ‘the true sense’. For example: ‘equine’ is an etymon of ‘equestrian’.

It’s fun! Especially when you change it to ‘etynom’ and pop a picture of a cat into the mix.

Doing Cambridge and hearing Neil Gaiman

As previously bleated about, I spent the last few days exploring sunny Cambridge with my partner Becki, culminating in a Neil Gaiman signing.

 

First impression? Damn, that’s a lot of bicycles. In Stoke, bicycles are seen as arcane instruments that are only to be used for ritualistic self-flagellation (exercise). Should one venture onto a road, it becomes a huge nuisance and the target for a game of bump-n-grind (not the nice kind).

Neil Before God

Waiting to see an idol in a cathedral, so contra-Commandment.

 

Before I post in more detail about my trip to Cambridge and seeing Neil Gaiman, I thought that I should write a post ‘on the scene’ as it were; here follows a segment of anticipatory delight.