Missives From Troy

I am Helen Doremus. I write. I sing. I create things. I know kung fu. I wear a hat. I occasionally curse. I like pie. Exciting stuff, all. 
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Unusual summer weather calls for unusual summer eats.



Andres Amador is an artist who uses the beach as his canvas, racing against the tide to create these large scale temporary masterpieces using a rake or stick ..

Andres’ creations are simply stunning and knowing that these delicate creations are temporary somehow makes them even more beautiful.


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The Indestructible Hilux

Truckies, man. They are the best.


I miss you, Truckie. You were 300K miles of indestructible goodness.

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Former Ohio governor Ted Strickland tried to live on minimum wage. It didn’t go well.

Former Democratic governor of Ohio Ted Strickland tried to live on minimum wage for a week and, in his own words, he “didn’t make it.”

In an op-ed for POLITICO, Strickland explains how he failed in his attempt to live for just seven days on $77, the amount the “Live the Wage” campaign estimates is left in a 40-hour minimum wage employee’s weekly pay of $290 after accounting for taxes and housing. Strickland, a Harvard fellow and well-off political operative, was clearly unprepared for just how quickly expenses added up. He had spent his $77 by Thursday after realizing his meager budget left him without the money necessary even to pay for public transportation.

Common misperception about minimum wage workers | Follow micdotcom 



Here’s why this matters: because both writing and storytelling comprise, at the most basic level, a series of word choices. Words are the building blocks of what we do. They are the atoms of our elements. They are the eggs in our omelets. They are the shots of liquor in our cocktails. Get it right? Serendipity. Get it wrong? The air turns to arsenic, that cocktail makes you puke, this omelet tastes like balls.


Words are like LEGO bricks: the more we add, the more we define the reality of our playset. “The dog fucked the chicken” tells us something. “The Great Dane fucked the chicken” tells us more. “The Great Dane fucked the bucket of fried chicken on the roof of Old Man Dongweather’s barn, barking with every thrust” goes the distance and defines reality in a host of ways (most of them rather unpleasant). You can over-define. Too many words spoil the soup. Find the balance between clarity, elegance, and evocation.

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poppies growing over the field at Somme, France; 96 years after the battle

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Lauren Ackerman, who you might recognize as wuglife, is on Lexicon Valley talking about what happens to vowels at high pitches. It’s fascinating, contains cute animals, and I definitely learned things while I was editing it, so you should check it out

Another really nice demonstration of a related phenomenon is in this real-time MRI of “the diva and the emcee”.

* casually prints this out for ~reasons~ *

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