It was one of those rambling discussions that tend to occur at four AM when everyone was sobered up, tired, but too revved up to sleep.


Stella was first posted two years ago on this date, and I am presenting it as a Flashback Friday special:


Celebrity. We tend to think of celebrity as a media-fed feeding frenzy of attention. We may not know why a person is famous or what caused the fame, but we devour every saucy post and article on them.

What’s In A Name?

Handles, monikers, nicknames, and aliases. I can't locate people I knew back "in the day" because I suddenly realized that I only knew them by the chosen alias they used. For example, depending on our city, my road buddy Pebbles was known as Johnny Clay, Pebbles, or Tukey.

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A definitively not friend was Arthur. Arthur's view of language was that of a prescriptive grammarian. Most of my English teachers would have failed a course taught by him. On the other hand, I embrace the vernacular in word and grammar and with gusto. While not a precise mapping of English, I've always felt that it pleasantly enhances our life.


I know that I come off as churlish as hell when I say it, but the word wholesome gives me the creeps. I associate it with hidden deceits and corruption hidden under a gossamer film of clean, yuck, wholesomeness.


Our not-quite friend, John, was a professional con man. How did he qualify to be a not quite friend? Well, I'm not sure that any of us knew. He showed up at a party, joined us for drinks at the Harvard Garden's, and offered free and sound advice on being scammed. Notably, he never attempted to scam us. He was entertaining to have around but difficult to trust for apparent reasons.


A not-friend is someone you sometimes are forced to socialize with, be courteous to, and pretend to be a friend for the sake of your friends who are his friends. Make sense? Well, you may have one.

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