March 5 – March 9
Today I’m calling on the power of the crowd to resolve an internal debate: What do you hear yourself think when you see the letters LWON? Are we LaWon or Elwon? The reason I ask is that this week, we got a new person of LWON! Do I welcome Cameron Walker as a LaWonian or an Elwonian? Or is there some alternative construction we’ve failed to consider? Your thoughts in the comments, please.
As advertised, Cameron immediately wowed us with a snappy and sweet post about the nature of writerly communion. Also, barnacle penis.
Tom wondered if the human excretory system could be re-engineered to be more like the copepod’s, which produces small, neatly-wrapped poop burritos.
Ginny followed parasitic filarial nematodes on a cross-species adventure as they hopped between humans and mosquitoes, leaving me all itchy and worried about a global elephantiasis pandemic.
Jessa correctly observed that “a wilderness death by charismatic megafauna has a certain dramatic appeal.”
And my friend Richard Fisher wrapped up the week with a beautiful meditation on how we’re all just small links in a chain of humanity that stretches into time’s vanishing point.
Elwon, Elwonian.
I suppose, using the Welsh pronunciation of the W, one might be tempted to pronounce it Loon. But I would never.
For me it’s actually Lawon, but with more of a schwa vowel-sound than an ‘a.’
I would have said exactly what Lila just said, if I could have remembered the word `schwa’ in time. LuhWON it is for me also.