Kettle by Maserati
It's February 2. Two-two to you too! Here's the Potpourri.
Predicate Nominative
I wish I could tell you what this means without quoting a style manual. Despite my entrenchment in the mundus verborem, the advanced vocabulary of English grammar just isn't how I learned to use the language. It came to me by feel and instinct, as I suspect it comes to most of us, and I've remained sensitized to it all my life. Words clack and bond, cohere and rupture, evaporate, consume...
Words Are My Friends
Sometimes they're not, though. Not that they are ever hostile. Just that sometimes they are very neutral, like wet stones I am grasping at for a hold.
Fragile
That's how life feels of late. The health of certain loved ones has been an open question since the new year. I continue to muddle through my own health difficulties, though I maintain a vaguely upward trajectory.
New Kettle
My roses from last week were making me very snotty and sneezy the other day, so I disposed of them. Instead, here's my fancy new kettle. It's from Fellow, a specialty brand that's all the rage in the home coffee world lately. It's really great, and it underscores how janky most home appliances are unless you do your research and spend for the good stuff.
Predicate Nominative II
"You're reading Marzipan Potpourri, an email newsletter written by Dara Khan."
I've italicized the predicate nominative in the above sentence. I think I have, anyway. I could have dramatically misunderstood my Chicago manual. Friends, please take care in these times of fluxible weather.
—Dara Khan