Katexic Clippings (ARCHIVE)
The language of bees is the bees’ knees, ya know?
On our (green and) salad days…
Odd couples, brothers from another mother…a bit on “false cognates.”
Broken legs, green rooms, ghost lights and more…
Dunce, dismal, disaster…it’s been one of those weeks.
Ketchup (or is it catsup), mustard, barbecue and more…
Speaking of tongues…
