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n’est pas?—which difficulty (along with the one of folks actually remembering it) I avoid frequently by signing myself “e,” but which does sometimes come up in unusual circmstances and so, to alleviate any reluctance fellow scriners may have should the occasion arise to actually greet me, please allow me to introduce myself: My name is EE-lee-thee-ah (but you can call me e.)

    TAGS:  e, names


its usefulness, its awkwardness: years ago i adopted my initial as an expedient nickname equally because that’s what friends called me and because others seldom called me at all, not being able to remember my friggin’ name, and it was good; lately i have been considering that “e” when writ small is even more enigmatic than would be my name writ large and so i seem to have come full circle back into—o, no!—that pretentious, pedantic obfuscation we all abhor, and it is not (sigh.)

    TAGS:  language, e


Ugh, really? :: grudknows

e, venturing down under, decided that she must try all forms of local cuisine even, she decided, if it meant eating a pie floater.

    TAGS:  e, Australian, fun food, pie floater


I used the word beebling a sentence or two ago and just now wondered where it came from, I turned to Google and eezblog is prominent among the results and then I turned to Wikipedia and Scwiki and neither had of them had heard of it…

    TAGS:  e, beebling


the dance of e :: boot

Becky ran in wild circles, skipping, twirling and leaping giddily as she went, and as she passed by the world turned into joyous frothy bubbles of colour and rippling textures (with the occasional miniature elephant).

    TAGS:  Becky the Harlequin, harlequin, colour, dancing, elephants, e, bubbles, giddy, leaping, twirling


life :: boot

for e It’s always about the stories.

    TAGS:  life, e, stories, scars


humans :: boot

They never, ever cease to amaze me.

    TAGS:  amaze, e, humans


Cast your mind back in time and imagine, if you will, an explosion of creativity and colour and celebrate this moment in any way you can.

    TAGS:  colour, birthdays, e


glory be-e :: boot

And the sparkling, whirring, bullets that were the sugar-spun bees of Becky danced through the star-streaked night, across half a planet and, when they landed, planted a thousand kisses of daisies and delights on the coloured cheeks of the sleeping e.

    TAGS:  Becky the Harlequin, harlequin, e, daisies, bees, grateful, whirring


 

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