I like this post. Wait, no I don’t. Wait, yes I do.

We went to Blockbuster last night to rent Woody Allen’s most recent film and the cashier tried to cross sell us the latest deal.. You can rent however many movies/games you want right from the store & there’s no late fees, but you have to rent from the same store every time. I told him we couldn’t because we’re fickle. And then, in my head, I giggled.

First off, I love that word. Fickle. I like how it’s pronounced… how your tongue rests for a juuust a beat longer than normal, right where the roof of your mouth meets your teeth. Dr. Benson from KSU would be so proud that I’m even discussing tongue placements with you. We spent an entire semester dissecting Spanish dialects and where the sound originates in your mouth/throat & also where you place your tongue throughout the pronunciation of a word. My final project was comparing the Andalucian pronunciation with the standard Castillian. I later studied in Andalucia and realized quickly how tongue placement is thrown out the window when the horse you’re riding decides that he wants to take a scenic route down the side of a mountain instead of staying on the trail.

But more importantly, what I like most about the word fickle is the immediate image I have of Lucy Ricardo convincing both herself & her husband that she can’t go out into the living room to see Bill Holden. That’s the main reason I use the word. It’s my own personal homage to one of my favorite t.v. characters.

Here is the scene in question. If you have time, check out this earlier scene with Lucy & Bill Holden in the restaurant. Absolute classic.

One comment on “I like this post. Wait, no I don’t. Wait, yes I do.

  1. […] The crux of the book falls on the relationship between a mother-in-law, Naomi, and her daughter-in-law, Ruth. Talk about creepy. Since then we’ve always had a special spot for that story and when we started to discuss girl names, Ruth kept popping up. It felt a little rough to me at first (despite it having the meaning “friendship”) and kind of still does, but the story means more to me than the abrasiveness of the sound. Remember how insane I am about the sounds of words? Read this really early blog post of mine. […]

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