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What's in a name? Nothing. Especially if you're selling tea.

In Act 2, scene 2 of Romeo and Juliet, Shakespeare writes:

Juliet
O Romeo, Romeo! wherefore art thou Romeo?
Deny thy father, and refuse thy name;
Or, if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love,
And I’ll no longer be a Capulet.

Romeo
[Aside.] Shall I hear more, or shall I speak at this?

Juliet

’Tis but thy name that is my enemy;
Thou art thyself though, not a Montague.
What’s Montague? it is nor hand, nor foot,
Nor arm, nor face, nor any other part
Belonging to a man. O! be some other name:
What’s in a name? that which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;
So Romeo would, were he not Romeo call’d,
Retain that dear perfection which he owes
Without that title. Romeo, doff thy name;
And for that name, which is no part of thee,
Take all myself.

Ya see, that’s all fancy talk for "You can all "chocolate" "dog shiz" and it won’t alter the taste; chocolate tastes like chocolate no matter what you call it.

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Beware the Ides of March!

Lisa Simpson ain’t just whistling Dixie.

I’m tired of the lousy Smarch weather we’ve had to put up with here in the greater NYC area.  I just wish daylight savings time coincided with warmer weather, but it doesn’t.  Oh well – guess we’ll have to tough it out for a few more weeks!  I’m sorry to resort to talking about the weather, but I would really like to go outside at some point and not completely freeze my ass off!  The cabin fever has set in and I am in full freak-out mode!

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