Name Changes Are Arbitrary and Can Happen without Notice
The Ann Arbor Summer Festival begins in June. Typically, if there are good shows, I’ll buy a few tickets. I will always buy tickets if the Reduced Shakespeare Company is performing. Their "The Bible, the Completed Word of God (Abridged)" was HI-larious, as was "All the Great Books (Abridged)" and "Western Civilization: The Complete Musical (Abridged)." I particularly adored it when people started walking out of the Bible performance. They’re a COMEDY troupe, people. Lampooning the Bible – it’s in the freaking title, my dears. Geez.
ANYWAY . . . The Ann Arbor Summer Festival 2005 Newsletter came in the mail today. Not only do they want to show me what wonderful new things they’re doing this year (note: No RSC), they want me to donate money. Well, I’m guessing it’s me they want, because they sent the newsletter addressed to Doris UndisclosedSurname. As I am the only one in this family who orders tickets from the Summer Festival, I have to assume they screwed up their database and I am henceforth known as Doris. Hmm, let me see . . . Doris means "sea." Different from what my real name means, but I guess a change of pace is occasionally needed. It’s also Greek; my real name is Hebrew in origin.
But remember, all: I am no longer WordNerd. I am Doris.
Reminds me of a song my sister and I once made up:
My Doris! For you I will sing out in chorus!
My Doris! My Doris!
My Doris! For you I will go to a florist!
For Doris! My Doris!
And so forth.
