CRAIG CONLEY (Prof. Oddfellow) is recognized by Encarta as “America’s most creative and diligent scholar of letters, words and punctuation.” He has been called a “language fanatic” by Page Six gossip columnist Cindy Adams, a “cult hero” by Publisher’s Weekly, a “monk for the modern age” by George Parker, and “a true Renaissance man of the modern era, diving headfirst into comprehensive, open-minded study of realms obscured or merely obscure” by Clint Marsh. An eccentric scholar, Conley’s ideas are often decades ahead of their time. He invented the concept of the “virtual pet” in 1980, fifteen years before the debut of the popular “Tamagotchi” in Japan. His virtual pet, actually a rare flower, still thrives and has reached an incomprehensible size. Conley’s website is OneLetterWords.com.
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August 11, 2008

The Right Word (permalink)
Though we'll soon be sharing more pages of our new book Annotated Ellipses here at Abecedarian, we can't resist quoting the early reviews:

From Martha Brockenbrough, author of Things That Make Us [Sic]:
Here's a delightful new book by Craig Conley: Annotated Ellipses.  In it, he takes a page from The Wind Bloweth, a ellipse-filled novel by Donn Byrne, and he explains the hidden story behind all those daffy dots. It's so creative, so funny, and so completely Craig, who also wrote a dictionary of one-letter words and a field guide to identifying unicorns by sound (really!).  We love it!
Very charming. ... It's visual theatre.

From Gary Barwin, author of Seeing Stars:
Fantastic.  Really lovely use and fragmentation/elaboration of the source text, something very allusively numinous and resonant.  The idea of what lies behind the ellipses ... what has been left out, the ellipse as a hole/portal into another world, as .... a 'mark of three,' as three places in an alphabet of symbols/signs/sigils, is fantastic, and very evocative.

A page from Annotated Ellipses.
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#ellipses #three dots
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Forgotten Wisdom (permalink)
Prof. Oddfellow dedicates this piece to Barry Foy, in honor of the debut of the hilarious Devil's Food Dictionary.

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August 10, 2008

Semicolon's Dream Journal (permalink)
I dreamed I participated in a cakewalk with a spastic colon.  (My dream was no doubt inspired by Jeff at Omegaword.)
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Unicorns (permalink)
Jonathan shares this deilghtful Robert Benchley snippet:

G. B. Stern, in her delightful book Monogram ... tells of her rage, about three years ago, at learning that there were no such animals as unicorns.

All her life she had simply taken it for granted that there were unicorns. "That there should not be is plainly silly," she says. "Who can deny that there are zebras? And zebras are even striped, which is absurd. Well, then, there must be unicorns or how are we to manage?"

I think that possibly Miss Stern is a little too upset right now to look at the lack of unicorns in its right perspective. Her desperate cry of "or how are we to manage?" is born of the suddenness of the whole thing's breaking on her like this. In a year or two Time, the Great Kidder, will have fooled her into thinking that we are managing all right without unicorns, and only occasionally will she wince when looking at the "By Royal Appointment" signs.
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Images Moving Through Time (permalink)
"The infant and the toddler are occasionally washed with water from a gourd."
Wilfred Vernon Grigson, The Maria Gonds of Bastar (1938)
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August 9, 2008

Strange Dreams (permalink)
Alex shares this strange dream:

My dream began at a pet store that resembled a big warehouse.  I was in search of a pet octopus.  I was assisted by a young man who placed a maroon-colored octopus in my arms.  I walked around with it in my arms for a while and decided to set it down for a while.  It started running around, and I chased after it.  Not long into the chase I became frightened and ran from it; here the octopus started chasing me.  The young man who had given me the octopus caught it and again placed it in my arms.  I began walking again and decided to buy the octopus some food, so I asked the octopus what it liked to eat.  The octopus couldn't talk, but we could communicate.  I stopped suddenly in front of a row or clear refrigirators and asked the octopus if it could shock me.  The octopus responded by placing one of his tentacles in my mouth.  I fell to the floor where I lay for a minute; when I arose, the octopus was again placed in my arms.  We headed to the reptile section.  I stopped in front of an aquarium where snakes had tried to escape through the bottom but had suddenly died.  Half of their bodies had managed to taste freedom.  I blinked and suddenly I was in a stranger's driveway.  His garage was open so I walked inside.  His pets were dying, among them a dog, already covered in maggots.  I walked inside and was greated by a young male.  I asked him if I could use his bathroom he said yes and showed me the way.  The inside was covered in blue carpet and there were three steps that led down to the toilet.  I closed my eyes for a second and when I opened them I found myself in a classroom.  The classroom resembled the classrooms in the movie Matilda.  There were only girls inside the classroom, all no older than 13.  They were all waiting in line holding AM/PM cups.  I too was holding one and was told to urinate in it.  There was a table on the right side of the classroom where all the cups were being placed.  I did what I was told and I gave it to my instructor.  She looked inside and said that it was the right color; I didn't understand.  At the end of my dream I realized that the world was ending and the color of my urine was the only way to save the world.  (I am not sure why this was the solution.)  I also realized that the only reason why my urine was the right color was because the octopus had shocked me.
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Pfft! (permalink)
"'Pfft, Pfft . . . Pfft, Pfft . . . Pfft, Pfft' was all that was heard during the next one and half seconds before the lights came back on." —Martin C. Arostegui, Twilight Warriors
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Neither Saint- Nor Sophist-Led (permalink)
Saint Pennybags
Patron of Monopoly Money.

Artwork by darkhairedgirl.
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August 8, 2008

Semicolon's Dream Journal (permalink)
I dreamed I was summoned to the court of The Great Queen Copyeditor, who treated me to an evening of instrumental chamber music.  (Imagine my surprise to discover that the sheet music was punctuated with numerous semicolons!)
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Uncharted Territories (permalink)
"Back in the crumpled space whence this side trip had begun, Anna got a container of ravioli from her pack and let Sondra eat half of it."
Nevada Barr, Blind Descent (1999)
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The Right Word (permalink)
From A Surrealist Dictionary by J. Karl Bogartte:

LOOM: A golden dust used for hypnotizing wolves.
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August 7, 2008

Semicolon's Dream Journal (permalink)
[Dedicated to our friends at The Ampersand blog.]

I dreamed I visited Ampersand Mountain / Lake / Stream.*

 
* Which came first: Ampersand Stream, or Lake, or Mountain?  Here's an intriguing explanation from The Gentleman's Magazine, 1892:

Ampersand is a mountain.  It is a lake.  It is a stream.  The mountain stands in the heart of the Adirondack country, just near enough to the thoroughfare of travel for thousands of people to see it every year, and just far enough away from the beaten track to be unvisited, except by a very few of the wise ones who love to digress.  Behind the mountain is the lake, which no lazy man has ever seen.  Out of the lake flows the stream, winding down a long, untrodden forest valley, until at length it joins the Stony Creek waters, and empties into the Raquette River.  Which of the three Ampersands has the prior claim to the name I cannot tell.
    Philosophically speaking, the mountain ought to be regarded as the father of the family, because it was undoubtedly there before the others existed.  And the lake was probably the next on the ground, because the stream is its child.  But man is not strictly correct in his nomenclature; and I conjecture that the little river, the last-born of the three, was the first to be called Ampersand, and then gave its name to its parent and grandparent.  It is such a crooked stream, so bent and curved and twisted upon itself, so fond of turning around unexpected corners, and sweeping away in great circles from its direct course, that its first explorers christened it after the eccentric supernumerary of the alphabet which appears in the old spelling book as &.
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#ampersand
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Images Moving Through Time (permalink)


 
(Part one of a research/collage project inspired by Chris Piuma and dedicated to Geof Huth.  Thanks to Gordon Meyer for invaluable support.)

Top clipping from John E. Woods' translation of Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann (Vintage International Edition, 1999).
Middle clipping from H.T. Lowe-Porter's translation of Doctor Faustus by Thomas Mann (Knopf, 1948).
Bottom clipping from Johann Wolfgang von Goethe's Faustus (Boosey & Sons, 1821)

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Carson Park Ranger writes:

Asterisks seem to exist only on hand-held devices anymore where, sadly, they are referred to as star.
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#vintage illustration #asterisks #illustration
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August 6, 2008

Hindpsych: Erstwhile Conjectures by the Sometime Augur of Yore (permalink)

Our insight that the Welsh village of Portmeirion is none other than a three-dimensional deck of Tarot cards is gathering renown.  Our latest coverage is in Pentacle Magazine.  (You can read the article online here.)  Previous coverage includes The Association for Tarot Studies Newsletter, Aeclectic Tarot, and the Prisoner Appreciation Society's Free For All magazine.
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The Right Word (permalink)
"I imagine that dark matter consists of an almost infinite number of punctuation marks.  Interstellar punctuation to clarify the grammar of the universe."
Gary Barwin, Serif of Nottingblog

This image is from the cover of our new whimsical study of ellipses, which we'll serialize on Abecedarian in the coming months.
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Colorful Allusions (permalink)
May you have the strength to voice your sharp red song
     Without thorn of envy.
—Caroline Boon, "A Celtic Blessing," Chatter of Choughs (2005)
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One Mitten Manager (permalink)

 
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August 5, 2008

The Right Word (permalink)
"I wonder at what point a dictionary becomes a zoo full of caged animals that bear only a trifling resemblance to the wild beasts that roam the veldt." —Geof Huth
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Strange Dreams (permalink)
"I am a closet stuffed bunny.  But I am also a penny-farthing bicycle."
fafnir

Image via etsy, via ffffound.
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The Right Word (permalink)
From A Surrealist Dictionary by J. Karl Bogartte:

SADISM: Moments during the vernal equinox when sunlight turns into honey.

Photo by beckylicious721.
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