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Monday, June 16, 2003


Monday Mondegreen Mumbles
What is a mondegreen, I hear 99% of the population ask, while the other 1% nod knowingly?

Well, to put it simply, a mondegreen is when you mishear lyrics to a song and hence forth are subject to ridicule and hilarity at karoake nights and the like. In fact, here's an article about that very phenomenon. I am proud (well, embarrassed, really) to have my very own mondegreen, taken from Disney's A Little Mermaid. Ariel's line in Part of Your World is supposed to be "bet they don't reprimand their daughters | bright young women, sick of swimming | ready to stand" and I always thought she sang "pregnant women, sick of swimming".

In other news
Gould's (a divine second hand bookstore in Newtown) was graced with the presence of two, yes, TWO bookclubs yesterday, YABAC and ISBN. We did the trawling thing, and in my particular trawl (hee! loving the word trawl) I happened to pick up Elizabeth Gaskell's "Sylvia's Lovers". Let me just enlighten you as to what Gould's is. It is, like, the factory outlet of second hand bookstores. Not one of those little boutiques with a small range of books, cosy lighting and the warm, familiar smell of dustiness. Oh no, not Gould's. Gould's is housed in a huge warehouse sized building, shelf after shelf after shelf of books, some stacked three deep, on two levels. Second hand book heaven.

Back to Gaskell, though (who also wrote Wives and Daughters, which I love). Somehow, amongst the hundreds, nay tens of thousands of books on offer, this one caught my eye and I picked it up. I opened it casually, hoping to start skimming through it to see something that would catch my interest and thereby induce me to take advantage of the $4.95 price and make a purchase. The book fell open to page 91 where I read, in utter amazement, Sylvia declaring that if she were to "write a letter at all [to Phillip], it would be filled with nothing but Abednego, Abednego, Abednego!" (paraphrase). For those of you who don't make the connection, Abednego is my surname! I kid you not.

Don't even get me started on my "88" coincidences of late.

PP: saltlight productions' band recording of This Way Up is starting on Thursday! Excitement plus! Also, please pray for me personally as I consider what to do next year with work (whether or not to take voluntary redudancy, apply for redeployment somewhere else in the organisation, or contest my duplicate role)
BV: Hebrews 10:19-23 "Therefore, brothers, since we have confidence to enter the Most Holy Place by the blood of Jesus, by a new and living way opened for us through the curtain, that is, his body, and since we have a great priest over the house of God, let us draw near to God with a sincere heart in full assurance of faith, having our hearts sprinkled to cleanse us from a guilty conscience and having our bodies washed with pure water. Let us hold unswervingly to the hope we profess, for he who promised is faithful."



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