...and they're not waiting for morning anymore.
A review of last week's words.
These words alit upon me just after after dusk:
Laphroaig .
It's the name of a lovely little distillery and its lovely little whiskey.
Laphroaig has somewhat of a reputation for tasting of peat and iodine.
Described as "a peat monster", it should not be confused with The Peat Monster.
Perlmutter
It's a family name, & I haven't been able to find out what it means.
{So, just for the heck of it, I used it in this wedding invitation here}.
There's an interesting Perlmutter at Berkley, who is known for his research in dark energy and its relation to our accelerating universe ; if I understand correctly, which inevitably I don't, his work involves using the red-shift of a particular kind of supernovae as a yardstick by which to measure this acceleration.
Bet even Shania would be hard~pressed not to be impressed by that one.
From Perl to Parry. This word waited for the usual dreamy~wakey morning~door. I watched it being written out in very old~fashioned hand~writing: parry.
If I collect enough of these words, will this all make sense someday?
Posted by edgar at November 10, 2004 02:07 PM