World’s cutest seal pup (think Pharos.)
I wrote about a hundred words yesterday.
I mostly concentrated on interviewing the candidate for GP (she passed…. she’s my age and she understands about pubic symphysis pain, yo.)
I looked up yo. It was popularized in American culture when blacks and Italians mingled in Philadelphia neighbourhoods. It is turning into a singular gender neutral pronoun in Baltimore. “Yo laughed” “I called yo”.
I use it at the end of sentences like the character Jesse in Breaking Bad, or to respond when my name is called, or very occasionally to call attention, “Yo, Paul!”
I am feeling sickly amidships. It’s painful and really distracting from writing. Yo.
That story about Sinatra is a great example of someone with misguided notions who then becomes famous and surrounds himself with lackeys, none of whom would dare to call him on his bullshit. It sounds like he was utterly unrepentant and may never have understood what he did wrong. Sad.