Podria

Some times (sometimes) the word of the day is actually two, and not even really English at that. Those are the good days (see below). It seems so like a Friday that I wish it were one, Random Wednesday receptions with free alcohol and Old Triangle invitations will do that to a person. I never. At least I have nothing on, following that brutal 8:30AM conference call I just survived. Except a "client appreciation" thing at the Bank whose employees the firm celebrated last night. I wonder if they'll have Keith's...

Anyway, to the sentences for today's word. Glorious, not so much because they typify the word itself, but just on their own. Conspicuous jigs and Byzantine works. Titles of two short stories I would occupy my time with if I had the dedication to learn an instrument or better. On that note, have you caught the summary of 6 word stories here? The quoted Hemingway is poigant as expected, but the readily dominant Atwood says it all and more:

Longed for him. Got him. Shit.

Ah, to be a writer, and not do somebody else's work. I think I might go to Ireland in February instead of Barca or Turkey. Cork, baby.

This complex, Byzantine, at times long-winded work, which spent more than 60 weeks on Spain's best sellers list, throws together mystery, romance, and crime into one big mix like an olla podrida.-- Lawrence Olszewski, review of The Shadow of the Wind, by Carlos Ruiz Zafon, Library Journal, February 1, 2004

The whole piece is an olla podrida of light music, in which the jig is the most conspicuous.-- Juanita Karpf and Tom Scott, "Populism with Religious Restraint," review of Esther, the Beautiful Queen, by William B. Bradbury, Popular Music and
Society, Spring 1999