Category: Photography

  • Oxymoronica by Dr. Mardy Grothe

    Oxymoronica: Paradoxical Wit & Wisdom From History’s Greatest Wordsmiths, is quite possibly the most fun in book form that I’ve had all year.
    Oxymoronica is a term created by the author, combining:

    Erotica. Literature or art that is intended to arouse sexual desire.
    Exotica. Things that are curiously unusual or excitingly strange.

    with the word oxymoron:

    In ancient Greek oxus means “sharp or pointed” and moros means “dull, stupid, or foolish.” So oxymoron is itself an oxymoron, literally meaning ” a sharp dullness” or “pointed foolishness.”….The best examples of oxymoronica don’t contain a simple contradiction in terms; they contain what might be described as a contradiction of ideas.

    I’m sorry, but if you did not find that passage extremely sexy, perhaps this is not the blog for you. To me, the proclaimed uber-booknerd, lover of the clever turn of phrase, this book borders on word porn. (I so hope that last sentence does not provoke all sorts of vulgar Google ads. Please tell me if it did.)

    Like my beloved Thoreau, Dr. Grothe has written a book to be savored in small bites, so I’m just offered up an appetizer tray of quotes this morning. Bon appetit!

    Architecture is frozen music.
    -Goethe

    Tragedy is if I cut my finger.
    Comedy is if I walk into an open sewer and die.

    -Mel Brooks

    We think about sex obsessively except during the act,
    when our minds tend to wander
    .
    -Howard Nemerov

    Criticism is always a kind of compliment.
    -John Maddox

    Loneliness is now so widespread it has become, paradoxically, a shared experience.
    -Alvin Toffler

    There will come a time when you believe everything is finished.
    That will be the beginning.
    -Louis L’Amour

  • Hope You Don’t Mind Bugs

    Sometimes, I will take a picture, and upon uploading to the computer, I will discover a hidden treasure. Do you see my buggy friend?


    At other times I will be trying to capture something and a bug will swoop into the frame, demanding a little attention.


    And sometimes, the bug will land right in front of me and preen.

    Arrogant show-offs, bugs. Always mugging for the camera.

    Most children have a bug period,
    and I never grew out of mine.”

    -Edward O. Wilson

  • Enemy, Thy Name is Alliaria petiolata


    I have been informed by my sister-in-law, who is infinitely more knowledgeable than I on all things flora, that these delicate flowers are “bad news”.

    They are in fact the nefarious garlic mustard that I have heard such nasty things about, and they are not delicate at all. I should be mercilessly and relentlessly tearing them from the earth, perhaps stomping on them for good measure, before these illegal aliens, these invasive species take over my lovely woodland natives, barging into their houses and eating up all their food.

    And I will, Jess. I will. I’ll put Jeff right on that, after he pulls all the sticker-bushes out of our forsythia. (Is forsythia OK? How am I to know the good from the bad?)

    Seriously, I’m not kidding around, I will protect all my spring ephemera. I’ve only just discovered them in their forest hidey-holes and I’m not letting any bullies crowd them out.

    But I still think they’re pretty.

    (I always did like bad boys.)