fflo | put the dog to bed a little early, took a shower, gonna hit the hay with a wet head

will put pen to little book again too, i reckon. little one- or two-page dispatches. it's a different kind of journaling from the catch-up-in-one-huge-swoop sort, done maybe at panera over the course of more'n an hour.

i wonder what a fell swoop is. why it's that.

oh, i just found out. it's shakespeare. do you know? it's macduff.

http://www.enotes.com/shakespeare-quotes/one-fell-swoop

look at that old-school link.

i remember when i first found out about hyperlinking and the notion of rich text, i was pretty freakin' excited at the prospects of what lay ahead. i was wondering the other day what my father would have thought about something or another--- whatever that was, i concluded that he would have had to have the toy of it, whatever thing it was, and that it somehow would have happened. i'll tell you more about that when i finally write about the typewriter. imagining him encountering hypertext is something else, though.

it's not as if i'd ever really (get to) have a conversation with him about it, though. i'd watch from the wings, or overhear, or glean, or hear outright in some speech made to someone(s) else. there were so few talks of substance, of ideas. between us. considering how much those things were part of his life, and of mine.

a lot of what i love is some of what he loved. in our separate and distant ways. i was surprised to be so touched by that element of Fun Home--- how it hit home with me.

i don't know that he had the etymology bug, however. i had Thereby Hangs a Tale as a youngster, but a simpler book for younger readers remained my favorite. can't call up what it was called now. i know it had illustrations, and one etymology per page. included were "macadam," which seemed obscure to me, and "sandwich."

to hit home has a sense like that of a punch being said to land. gets you where you live. or lived.