tristan and isolde, heloise and abelard, zenith and anith
In one of my SAT classes, I explained that a "zenith" is when the sun reaches its topmost point in the sky. Does anyone, I asked, know what we call it when the sun is at its very bottom? (The nadir).
One student thought hard and replied...
"The anith?"
(I really hope my students are not reading my blog, but credit where credit is due: Thanks, Ronald A.!)
One student thought hard and replied...
"The anith?"
(I really hope my students are not reading my blog, but credit where credit is due: Thanks, Ronald A.!)
posted by JenIsFamous at 3/09/2006 09:22:00 PM
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Thith lithping thtory, and the one about your (haikuless) travails in obtaining a goddamn desk chair, reminds me of an anecdote involving my wiseass brother, the auteur and noted wit Zak Penn.
We were on a family vacation--one of the last we took before adolescent hostility ended that annual tradition--and had just arrived at our hotel several hours late after inclement weather had forced our plane into a holding pattern aloft above foggy London's Heathrow airport. At last, we arrived at our lodging, exhausted and irritable. But that didn't stop our preternaturally cheerful matriarch from attempting to find a gift shop where she could buy a postcard to write and send Grandma while we waited for the veddy British stand-in for John Cleese to check my father and his family in for their stay.
The hotel's gift shop was, of course, closed at that Greenwich Mean Witching Hour, and our mother walked over to a busty concierge who could have been one of Benny Hill's bimbos.
"Pardon me," Mom asked the orthodontally-challenged young lady behind the desk, "but do you keep stationery?"
"She does until someone rubs those titties," Zak offered. "Then she goes fucking nuts."
I think that's where Mr. Hill got the inspiration for smacking people upside the head.
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