There are exactly three unfinished posts waiting for me on this blog. Actually that’s a lie, there are three saved titles (one of which is backward, a second which is stupid and should be deleted, and a third which is completely perfect) with not one single word in contribution to their explanation (read: blank space).
I’m meaning to think through and write each of them still (except, probably, for the stupid one) but have yet made neither time, nor effort. So they wait.
Those three posts aren’t the only things waiting for action on my part. Continue reading
The following post has been a draft entry for quite some time here at Robrights, not because it wasn’t finished, but because I hesitated to publish it and then hesitated some more…
It’s short and wordy (a reflection of its author, no doubt).
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Temperate Exaggeration: fashioning the proper amount of extravagance and understatement, timing and rhythm, emphasis and abatement into a work of literary distinction. No matter the style, form, era, or medium, this is the art of writing.
Last weekend it finally got cold here in Vegas. One week removed and it will easily reach the mid-sixties today, but it was cold for a few days – which is the most one can generally expect here in the Desert Southwest, and almost more than its inhabitants can handle.
Two days into the new winter weather I was rudely reminded of some advice I was given exactly one month earlier, and by the HVAC technician who had visited to run his semi-annual check of our system. He’d recommended replacing a part which one of his tests measured as having higher than average “resistance”.