I Guess I’m An Old-Fashioned Cuttlefish

The young folk say it’s all about branding. Me, I just like everything about it, from the smell, to the texture, to memories from childhood. And yes, I do remember melted wax seals from my childhood, and no, I’m not 400 years old. I guess my parents were weird, too.

It’s on its way–Now all I need is a local supplier of sheepskin vellum, and I can get off the internets for good and just tuck scrolls of pentametric verse into the knotholes of trees and bottles tossed into the North Atlantic. The way it was back when poets were real poets.
wax seal of my cuttlefish sigil
(Click to embiggen) This is a pic of the actual stamp, as I understand it. Nice of them to send a preview!

A Rhyme Question

Ok, no verse right now, I just stumbled on something I just have to ask you about. Now, I am well aware that different accents pronounce different words differently–that’s pretty much what the definition of “different accents” means. And I have no illusions that I am immune from this (a colleague has recently begun teasing me about how I pronounce “dinosaur”, a pronunciation which betrays my quasi-Appalachian roots–yes, I’m looking at you, KD). [Read more…]