Saturday, April 25, 2009

Happy (Belated?) Birthday!

Okay, so I found this a couple days late, but I just had to share...

All’s well that ends well

NEW YORK – Happy Birthday Bill! As in Bill Shakespeare. The bard’s actual date of birth isn’t known for certain, but most scholars put it on April 23, 1564.

So if you are among those who consider the bard the greatest writer ever, today is the day to unleash thy inner bard. Mayor Daley in Chicago has decreed it: “Talk Like Shakespeare Day” so, “screw your courage to the sticking place” and celebrate Shakespeare’s birthday—with his words.

Shakespeare contributed more than 1,700 words and phrases to the English language. So all day long, you can pepper your conversation with phrases like “prithee” and “fie”. Or, if you’re at lunch, “pass yonder salt and pepper.” If you’re the boss: “come hither sirrah.” Need to yell at that driver who just cut you off? “a pox on both your houses. Why settle for ‘idiot’, when you can say “thou rank fly bitten canker-blossom”? So much more satisfying.

All you lawyers out there can add weight to your arguments, start them with “methinks,” “mayhaps,” “in sooth” or “wherefore.” And speaking of lawyers, Shakespeare didn’t really want us to “kill all the lawyers”. His point was precisely the opposite: eliminate the lawyers and social unrest results. “Sweets to the sweet” has come to mean an amorous gesture. But Hamlet’s mother was talking about funeral flowers. Most of the time we get it right, which is saying something four-hundred and forty-four years after the fact. It says something about the power of words: then and now.

http://insession.blogs.cnn.com/2009/04/23/all%e2%80%99s-well-that-ends-well/

3 comments:

disabled account said...

i heard about this...that's funny. i'm sure it turned into talk like monty python day for a lot of folks though.

so you also celebrate talk like a pirate day?

chelsea said...

Methinks I am feeling quite sorrowful for not having the opportunity to partake in such a celebration...

Megan said...

Nay, forsooth I care not for the pirates, those sons of hampsters whose mothers smelled of elderberries...oh wait, there goes the Monty Python... Dangit.