Noncompositional

It’s summer, so that means I get to not work, not think, not do anything except play. And hopefully I’ll approach that state over the next several days as I travel to a houseboat on a lake in a remote part of the faraway reaches of what some call, in hushed voices and darting eyes, the place…uh…where it’s not the city and…uh, you don’t have to work…place…thing.

As a parting shot, check out Overheard in New York. It’s like In Passing, only somewhere else. My personal favorite on the front page is this collection. Scroll down to second from the last one, and marvel at the phenomenon called language.