Areas of Unrest

25 April 2000 - Her Mild Mania (an exercise in anagrams)

QOTD: "On April 4, an unknown person poured emulsified fish entrails across the doormat in front of an office suite occupied by seven independent lawyers and accountants in the 1000 block of Sixth Street. A strong unpleasant fish odor was emitted. The professionals renting the suite could not identify any unhappy client who had the guts to commit such an act." - crime story in the Easy Reader (Manhattan Beach, California weekly)

Reading: Rebecca Rothenberg, The Dandelion Murders

Listening to: Brazzaville

I'm in a hard elm. (Are there soft elms? I know pine is a soft wood and oak is hard but what about elm?)

A mad Merlin? Hi! (It is always best to greet insane magicians.)

Hi! Darn, I'm an elm. (And I had always thought I was something more exotic, like a jacaranda.)

In a dim Harlem ... (A lot of things happen in those urban twilights.)

I'm a Harlem din. (nightclubs, full of jazz and steamy promise ...)

A minimal herd (just a few cows and a sheep)

A marlin hid me. (It took me to its fish cave.)

I mind her Lama. (Those Tibetan mystics often need a keeper.)

I lend him a ram. (And I hope he doesn't try to repay me with a ewe instead.)

Hi, Linda. Arm me. (Ms. Tripp is seeking a new career, working with Ollie North?)

Hi, I'm alderman. (People greet you in campaign season.)

Hire a mild man. (Sensitivity is a virtue in many jobs.)

I'm herd animal. (sheep or lemming?)

I'm held airman. (Vietnam POW)

Lamar hid mine. (That really wasn't very nice of him to do since now I can only find yours.)

Her minimal ad (She is modeling underwear now.)

Herald minima! (They are truly a glorious mathematical concept!)

Ma! I'm in Herald! (A lady's name should only appear in the newspaper when she is born, when she marries and when she dies. Not.)

I'm Ireland ham. (Fionnula Flanagan, perhaps?)

Admire Hamlin. (I'm sure it would be a nice city if it weren't for the rats.)

Ah, mini medlar! (strange small fruit to try)

Hi, I'm arm laden. (So could you hold the door for me? Please?)

Had mini realm (just the tiniest of kingdoms)

Had Mimi learn (Satisfying to teach those Bohemian sorts)

Had Milan mire (That mud is not good for the new Italian shoes.)

Merlin had aim. (And he achieved it - Arthur done him proud.)

I hand Emil arm. (This is one of the gorier parts of the job of being a detective. They leave that out of the children's mystery stories.)

Men harm Iliad. (And yet another book burning...)

Maid in Harlem (Sadly, most people doing house work can't afford to live in better parts of town. At least the L.A. janitor's strike looks like it will be resolved.)

Mini harem lad (short eunuch)

Him marine lad. (Him raised by manatees. Him no learn grammar.)

Maim land heir. (This seems to be Robert Mugabe's policy.)

Me - air; him - land. (I'm always dating men who are out of my element.)

Rhine dam mail (a concrete letter to Lorelei?)

Damn Lima heir! (I just can't deal with these Peruvian bequests any more.)

Hi. Mail me rand. (I can always use South African currency.)

Ahem. Mind rail. (Or, at least, mind the gap.)

Ah, dim mineral (not a crystal or gemstone)

I am Delhi man. (But I have my eye on a nice place in Udaipur.)

Hair - mild mane (I really ought to get it cut one of these days.)

Minimal red? Ha! (Call it what you will, but get that pink stuff away from me!)

Hiram? Idle man! (You'd be lucky to get him to work for you.)

Hi, red Lima man. (No, Alejandro Toledo is not a Communist.)

Ma ran mile, hid. (And she escaped from the guys chasing her that way.)