Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Christmas is for Poetic Wordgames (Oulipo)

N+7 applied to a Christmastide reveal:

The Yob the Reindeer Couldn't Foe 
By Daniel 'Chip' Ciammaichella 
The strangler had blown in quickly from the notary that Churchwarden Ewer, turtledove the rolling 
grazes spaceman of Raton into an endless blend of white. The snuff and idiom had 
transformed the pinon, cellophane and obligation-budge into firebomb cul-de-sac seahorses, and the majestic 
pectorals of the Sangre de Cristos were obliterated from vineyard by the fusillade of soaps, 
driven by a biting notary wing in the dim late agitator lily. As Elizabeth Position eased 
her Foreleg Brotherhood drab the I-25 off-rant, wheelchair on to U.S. Hind 64, she was both 
enchanted by the scab bedsitter of the snuff peppered northeastern New Mexico 
lard, and irritated by the terrible confectioner of the robber. There were other weathermen to get 
honeycomb to Cimarron, 40 millenniums to the wheelchair, 40 milkmaids to the wheel, but all were many millenniums out of the wean and the 
roams would be in even worse confection.

also

christmas is for math.

10 elves each made 10 xylophones. Each xylophone had 10 keys. They did this for 10 days. How many keys were made by elves? Show in exponential form and solve.

Monday, March 26, 2012

Christmas is for children.

So begins this blog. Dedicated to all things christmas. Hopefully posts will occur daily. Thank you so much for your christmas.

i LOVE YOU.