Whenever he'd go out, he'd hear the people shout: "There goes Oscar Fingal O'Flahertie Wills Wilde! Da, da, da, da, da, da, da, da." . . . Which was unfortunate, and more than a little disturbing. Plus it wouldn't fit on the book jacket. So he shortened it -- his name, that is, not the book jacket -- that would have been silly, like having yourself buried in an Art Deco Egyptian modern tomb within kissing distance of your famously flamboyant fan base.
Little known fact:: He was born with three middle names. One he had surgically removed. The others he sold for food and firewood during one particularly harsh Paris winter.
A favorite quote: "People who count their chickens before they are hatched, act very wisely, because chickens run about so absurdly that it is impossible to count them accurately."
The good stuff:
Big Hairy Audacious Grave markers
Jambalaya, crawfish pie, and file gumbo (that's fee lay)
Bluesville
The Writer's Almanac
Cedar Waxwings -- I just like the name - very Icarian.(would that be vicarious?)
The Fringe Lottery
Peach yogurt
Crunchy ice cream
Free deli samples
Anything cinnamon
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