Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2020


You gotta have heart

February 13, 2020


Wednesday weirdness

February 12, 2020

If you’re old enough to have studied Latin back in your youth, this should bring back memories.

(UPDATE: The video I originally posted was far superior to this one, but YouTube deleted it for some reason.)

Amo, amas, I love a lass
As a cedar tall and slender;
Sweet cowslip’s grace is her nominative case,
And she’s of the feminine gender.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.

Can I decline a nymph divine?
Her voice as a flute is dulcis.
Her oculus bright, her manus white,
And soft, when I tacto, her pulse is.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.

Oh, how bella my puella,
I’ll kiss secula seculorum.
If I’ve luck, sir, she’s my uxor,
O dies benedictorum.

  Rorum, corum, sunt divorum,
  Harum, scarum divo;
  Tag-rag, merry-derry, periwig and hat-band
  Hic hoc horum genitivo.


Find the heart!

February 11, 2020

A heart is lurking somewhere in this group of snails. See if you can find it.

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Happy Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2019


Find the heart!

February 14, 2019

A heart is lurking somewhere in this herd of elephants. See if you can find it.

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A poem for Valentine’s Day

February 14, 2018

More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or the Axis hates the United States,
That’s how much I love you.

I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than gin rummy is a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.

As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests uninvited guests,
That’s how much you I love.

I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you as much as a cripple needs a crutch,
And more than a hangnail irks.

I swear to you by the stars above,
And below, if such there be,
As the High Court loathes perjurious oaths,
That’s how much you’re loved by me.

–Ogden Nash (1902-1971)


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