“Celebutante.” This from the front page of the New York Times (to be fair, among many, many other newspapers) who used the word to describe Paris Hilton.
I can think of several more apt word-amalgams to use in its place. Or how about none at all?
Two years ago, the two of us walked into the stone church up the road, which was a blessedly cool oasis in the middle of a hot, humid day. Two groups of pews sat separated by a single aisle. Our bridal and groom’s parties — the wedding equivalent of linebackers — cleared the [...]
Adam: “… I specifically ordered the number 17, A Month Of Leisure.”
Waiter: “Yes, I can see that Sir is more than halfway through it.”
Adam: “Well, yes, but the problem is …”
Waiter: “Would Sir like to send it back, and order another one? July, perhaps?”
Adam: “Well, that’s not really possible, and you see, the problem [...]
Pilcrow close up
Once I made the decision to jump out of my geek career and start something totally new, the idea occurred to me that literally marking the change would be, well, meaningful. The symbol that kept recurring in my mind was a very old one called a pilcrow, [...]
… 4:20 a.m., that is. For the last week, I’ve (mostly) been going to bed sometime between 11 and midnight, and (mostly) been rolling over awake to look at the clock between 4:13 and 4:50 a.m., having just woken out of some odd dream. (Today: an old coworker falls into the city reservoir, [...]