The Poetry Foundation site is very nice. Good stories too. I especially enjoyed the lead story on Paglia. I always wondered what happened to her. I read her books in the early 90s and was quite taken with some of her arguments. Then I went back in the early 00s and was ashamed at myself for liking her stuff -- very little depth; like an intellectual's Rush Limbaugh. The piece captures that quite well.

I, in stark and telling contrast, have never even heard of this "Paglia" person and am wondering aloud whether the g is silent or hard. And yet I still feel superior to Bruce because I can whup him at will in short-course golf. I have the scorecards to prove it, written in Bruce's shambolic and arrested hand.

And I have the other scorecard, where I whupped your butt. Oh, how you forget. And let's not even get started on Tokyo batting cages.

The g is silent and you're not missing anything. You are absolved, my son.

Oh, were we counting that match? I thought we agreed to expunge it from our memories because of "the incident" (I forgive you, BTW). And surely you must know that I was holding back in the batting cages, on account of you being essentially my manager at the time, and I would have done anything to climb higher in the corporate ranks, even throw a Triatholon of batting, pitching and ping pong at the Jingu cages.

Silent g. Got it. I will now invoke the name frequently at parties, lingering carefully, knowingly over the silent g.