Life Without Nouns
A very strange thing is happening. A couple of days ago I was in a meeting about our math curriculum and I wanted to reference Maria Montessori. What I came up with was, “You know, that chick in Italy .” Then to make matters worse I wanted to quote Pythagoras but the best I could do was, “The dead guy from a long time ago who lived in the place with blue water.” Somehow Melinda managed to put math, blue water and a long time ago together and come up with his name. A sugar hit from a couple of Pixi Stix helped, but not much. I should have just shut up, but I didn’t and it didn’t get better. It’s not just happening at work either. I was at a bluegrass jam not long ago and a young guitar player I had met once before came in. I knew everything about him, where he was from, what college he went...