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7 Quick Takes Friday: Vol. 176

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I just discovered that Twitter has a bot called Pentametron. It searches tweets based on syllabication for the ones that are written in iambic pentameter! Then it organizes them by rhyming into a sonnet at Pentametron.com! It doesn’t delete hashtags, and it doesn’t screen for profanity, but it can read numbers and Twitter handles as words. This is one of those times when technology and art hold hands and it is glorious.

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A Goodreads friend shelved a book as “not sure” that I am not certain I believe exists. It’s called Canceled: The Story of America’s Least Wanted, and it’s roughly about a reality show on abortion. America votes, the woman kills her child. I loved the satire of Bumped, but Canceled sounds like it might go one step too far. I’m intrigued, but I’m scared.

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Forget trashing the dress. Make it into a baptismal gown for your children! I have never heard of anyone doing this before, but I wound up at Fairy Godmother Creations in the midst of some other research, and I am hooked. I cannot think of a better use for a wedding gown. Unless the style mom chose was particularly timeless, some women won’t want to wear their mother’s actual dress. You can deconstruct mom’s dress and use pieces for daughter’s wedding dress, sure. But what better way could you have to use the dress you wore on the day you joined with your husband in lifelong love than to put that same dress on the fruit of your love: your baby, being brought into the Church?

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I found another fantastic Potter gift on Etsy! This one is a keychain that says “Accio keys.” Love it!

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Happy Meatday! Today is the Solemnity of the Sacred Heart, so I’m pretty sure you have a moral obligation to eat bacon today.

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Related to the above, I came across a Pinterest board called Meatless Fridays. It’s entirely photo memes like the above, and not meatless meal recipes, but that doesn’t matter today! My bacon cheeseburger-eating self says, “Hooray!”

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Through Monday night, you can get $2 in free MP3s at Amazon’s MP3 store with the code MP3S4ALL. I used $.99 of mine on the “Prayer of St. Francis” by Sarah McLachlan. I wanted Maroon 5’s cover of “Pure Imagination,” but they only sell that as partr of an album. What should I buy with my other $1.01?

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Friday Five: Seasons

Let the record show that I was all prepared to post this on, well, Saturday, but my blog server was down. Anna had it under control, though, and I should be set. Uptime is good news, since I’ve got two big posts in the works.

  1. What is your favorite season?I like winter. It smells so fresh and clean. Anything that would be smelly or rotten is dead or frozen. Problem? Solution.
  2. Do you do anything special to acknowledge the change of seasons? Ideally, I would change out seasonal clothes, but I don’t have many summer or winter clothes, so I tend to just let them all stay mixed together. It does keep anything from getting musty, so maybe there’s something to my lack of a method.
  3. Planning to do any spring cleaning this year? I don’t know if I’ve ever seen an interrogative sentence fragment before. I will flip my mattress, but other than that, I’m just keeping up my regular every-other-week cleaning schedule.
  4. What is your favorite plant and why? I don’t really have one. I loved the way the lavender smelled earlier this month. I drew some tulips in high school that turned out fantastically well. I tend to prefer flowers that are less popular but therefore more interesting than roses.
  5. How[‘]s about a poem? C’mon, it can be about anything you like. Poems are nice. Frost is my favorite poet, but I don’t see what this has to do with spring.

I was thinking recently about how translation doesn’t work well for poetry, and I was reminded of studying “Puedo escribir” by Neruda when I was in college. At the time, I didn’t quite know enough Spanish to really understand, but the consensus was that the translator didn’t do a very good job. If you read Spanish, you can decide for yourself.

Puedo escribir los versos más tristes esta noche.

Escribir, por ejemplo: “La noche está estrellada,
y tiritan, azules, los astros, a lo lejos.”

El viento de la noche gira en el cielo y canta.

Read the rest, and be enchanted.

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