#slovenliness

[loveandknowledge]

The slovenliness of our language makes it easier for us to have foolish thoughts.

George Orwell

[antiseptically-rigid]

GREAT AGAIN

[montag28]

Sydness slovenliness

Sono parecchi giorni, ormai, che non devo farmi bello per chicchessia; e devo dire che, nel suo piccolo, questa è un'inezia ma anche una gran cosa.

[farm2turntable]

It was rather late on a weeknight when we entered the bar area of the restaurant. Besides the bartender, I don't recall seeing anybody else in the place . . . except for Fuzzy Thurston. Thurston was sitting on a stool at the far end of the bar, with his stocking feet propped up on the bar. After a few minutes, and probably into his second drink, [my co-worker] Bill looked over, caught Thurston's eye, and said, "Jesus, you're a sloppy son of a bitch" That night I witnessed what was usually reserved for opposing NFL linemen: Fuzzy Thurston in action. He came off his stool like a shot, grabbed Bill by the collar and belt and gave him the classic bum's rush out of the place, using Bill's head to open two sets of doors. Thurston came back in, and resumed his place at the end of the bar while we filed out without a word, helped Bill back behind the wheel and drove back to the nearby mall where we had parked our cars.

The Night I Met Fuzzy Thurston. . . sort of, by Bob Lemke

via: Bob Lemke's Blog

A visit to the Left Guard Supper Club.

[buttfacebutthead-blog]

Did You Know?

there's no such thing as a dirty knife when you're wearing a pair of sweatpants you can wipe it on.

[nikolauspschuetz]

slovenliness, n.

sloven, n. and adj.

3. a. One who is careless or negligent in respect of dress, personal appearance, or cleanliness; an untidy or dirty person.

Etymology:  Of doubtful origin; perhaps an Anglo-Norman formation on Flemish sloef dirty, squalid, shabby (see Kilian), or Dutch slof careless, negligent.

You learned your trade from a German, who fed all of you apprentices together, beat you on the back with a strap for slovenliness, and wouldn’t let you out into the streets to skylark and carry on, and you turned out to be a miracle and not a mere shoemaker; and the German master could not sing your praises enough when he talked about you with his Frau or a Kamerad.(Gogol [Guerney], Dead Souls, p.130)