I went to H&R Block today to get our taxes done. I gave myself quite a headache doing it. Afterwards I went to the gym and worked out a bit, then walked back home, but everyone was out so I went to Subway and bought lunch. Today hasn’t been wonderfully productive other than that.
I think the Journal of the Simplified Spelling Society is no longer publishing, which is a shame, because if it was I’d write them a paper about the Shavian wiki from a spelling reform point of view rather than from a computational linguistics point of view. (Incidentally, gnome in Shavian is a little guy going “Yay!”, appropriately.)
I was only asked two questions on that question meme:
- What’s your phone number? I have lost the charger, so nobody can phone me, I’m afraid.
- Have you ever had poetry or prose published? Sort of. I wrote a poem at the age of about nine that was published in Puffin Post— I won a copy of one of the Wizard of Oz books for that. And I had a few sonnets printed in the local church magazine. Other than that, not really. Soberly and without false humility, I don’t really think anyone wants to pay to read what I write: formal verse is unfashionable.
