It’s FILL-uh-steen in American English; I always thought that was the only correct way to say it.
But it’s FILL-uh-styne in British English. That used to grate on my last nerve when I heard it in movies and on TV. (This includes my beloved “Hannibal” in 2000.)
But I’m the ****-up in this equation and I need to chill. (And I am arguably a Philistine here.)
I am so honored today to see The Piker Press publish my love poem “Where Would We Go?” You can find it right here.
Thanks, as always, to Managing Editor Sand Pilarski for allowing me to share my work via this wonderful online magazine!
No … this blog has not been hijacked. That is me that you see in the picture. I can now blend seamlessly into my adopted Southern City with this official Roanoke trucker’s cap — a fine Christmas present from one of my Mary Washington College alums.
The next time you see me on the street, you probably won’t even realize it’s your favorite Yankee. It’s like I’m an undercover reporter again!!!
[Update 12/26/22: Yes, the (inevitable, as I see now) Jim Varney comparisons have begun in response to this photo. Sigh. Do what you have to, Vern.]
I finally got to see for myself what “fool’s gold” (pyrite) looks like.
Next year I might just hand these out willy-nilly and tell my friends it’s real gold.
I am wishing you and your loved ones a very merry Christmas — and a peaceful, prosperous and joyous New Year!!!
IMage credit: Roula30, CC BY-SA 3.0 <https://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-sa/3.0>, via Wikimedia Commons
(The actual title for the poem is “A Visit From St. Nicholas.”)
I just love this one shot from yesterday’s video of Jefferson Street in the rain. (I just figured out how to export frames from a video.)
I wanted to wish a Merry Christmas to each of you.
(This meme is not my own; I found it in the wilds of the Internet. I will gladly acknowledge the creator if notified.)
Eric Robert Nolan, Author 