I'm away from my notes, but I think it was Cheddar who first let slip the word,
"poultriarchy." In the days that followed I was reminded of lines from
Shakespeare, "take but degree away, untune that string and hark what discord
follows." In part I blame the weather. Snow or cruel winds would have
confined the poultry debating committee to areas out of earshot. Not last
week. It seemed that pretty much every time I looked out the kitchen door
there was a gathering trying to decide whether the were in favor of the
poultriarchy, what the nature of the poultriarchy should be, whether to take up
arms against "rooster splaining" so on and so forth. Eventually like all such
turbulent situations this one settled down and by the end of the week the
poultriarchy was such a stable concept that there was discussion of outreach
efforts. Word should be spread. Cheddar said she'd had conversations with
many of her network contacts and was readying a presentation. Pecorino had
concentrated on the groundwork, mostly trying to get the bugs out. Mimi
reported she was working on the big picture in an action-intensive planning
operation and asked for help down the road with re-visioning outcomes.
Appenzeller said professionalism was what they should aspire to.
"What we need is an ambassador."
Mimo, "Is that like a matador?"
Cheddar, "Or a troubadour?"
Appenzeller, "Someone to represent our needs to others."
Mimo, "You mean a hobbyist?
Cheddar, "Like Dwight D. Eisenhower."
Pecorino, "Or the lords of Mordor?"
Appenzeller, "I'm serious. I think we should appoint an ambassador to Malawi.
All those in favor, say 'aye.'"
You'll have had the experience of attending a meeting that has gone on too
long. In their desire to be done, those in attendance will pass almost any
motion. Which is how one of our readers came to be offered, and accepted, the
position of the Poultriarchy's official ambassador to Malawi. More news as it
comes in.
We have been traveling and learned that Romans wore undergarments-a kind of
loincloth of the sort Jesus is usually depicted wearing. Which caused me to
wonder what shape a loincloth actually is:square, triangular, something else
entirely? We also learned that togas were made of wool and that the hair style
you see in paintings of Marie Antoinette and her ilk was called a "hedgehog."
We are now in Washington D.C., where all I've reported seems very trivial.
David Ritchie
On the road
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