Can’t wait to get this kid on a jackhammer
a backhoe”
Alert readers, possibly both of you, will have noticed that the title bar occasionally changes here at isoglossia.com. Originally it was the eloquently unimaginative isoglossia.com. This showed only how little I knew at the outset about manipulating the site, or maybe how many higher-priority things there were to tweak. Then it changed to shaking tiny fists of rage, which I really liked the sound of. But it’s no longer Adam’s most salient characteristic, so it had to go. For the moment the title bar says no job too big, but this is not to say that I can do anything; some days simply changing the title bar is a job too big, and this week pretty much everything is feeling that way. This choice reflects Adam’s new wardrobe and is a nod to the kind correspondent who sent the shirt he’s wearing in this photograph. Look closely at the extreme lower edge of the picture to make the connection.
This is my favorite shirt of his for the moment. Some baby clothes have absolutely gormless stuff written/embroidered/apliqued on. Most are unbearably sweet. But I really like the ones that seem to rush things, to promise that this helpless squirming pink squeaker is ready to pick up a Sawz-All and start taking down load-bearing walls. If they made this shirt in adult sizes, dude, I would wear it.
And it would still be a big lie.
