Dr. Owon: Eva gone--- Eno gave no word.
Back at home, still shaken from the day’s events, Ron remembers Eva. Everyone was so caught up in the drama involving Ted, Eva had been lost in the shuffle. After consulting with Nora, Ron calls Eno’s office to see if he can find any answers. He waits on hold for several minutes before a co-worker of Eno’s— Dr. Owon— comes on the line and gives Ron some...
Eno era: "On E, Ted et Eno are one."
The group arrives at the station and the E train pulls in. The doors open and Ted is there, looking across at his co-workers. He doesn’t make to leave the train, though. Instead, Dr. Eno boards the nearly empty train. The two embrace and the doors close— the train begins to leave the station, Eno and Ni still holding each other tightly. Everyone knows they are witnessing something...
I loved you Wednesday,—yes—but what Is that to me?– Edna St. Vincent Millay, from “Thursday” (via the-final-sentence)
Taste the regret.
Ni art--- Eno: Ni in on E train.
After several pensive moments, Dr. Eno opens his eyes and declares that, as they speak, Ted is returning to the office on the subway. Everyone hurries to gather their coats and rush off to the station to meet Ted. Al, whose attitude about the whole situation has changed dramatically in the last few minutes, swings his scarf around his neck and loudly proclaims, “C’est une masterpiece...
Eno: Arise, Sir A-One
Speaking into Ted’s rolodex, which is now covered with diced rose petals, Dr. Eno motions with his arms and beckons the absent Ted back to the office. Although no one told him, Eno somehow knows Ted’s private office nickname, made up one afternoon by Al when Ted returned from a food run with sirloin steaks for everyone at 4:15.
Eno decides: order red rose (diced one).
Dr. Eno arrives and is apprised of the situation by Ron; a period of silent contemplation ensues. After what seems like several minutes, he tells the office workers exactly what they must do to save Ted and Eva.
Hey! Dr. Eno's to save Ted et Eva (sot)? So...
The office party crashes to a sobering halt when a similar note is found on Eva’s desk. (This is slightly less surprising as Eva has been struggling with a drinking problem for some time). After a brief discussion, everyone agrees Dr. Eno needs to be consulted as soon as possible. Al enters the conversation late. Speaking too loudly and, seemingly, quite intoxicated (after a few cocktails...
Burl Ives' evil rub
Loofah? Ha, fool! Enough with the bath talk already.
In detox. XO, Ted Ni
Alarmed, Ron rushes to Ted’s cubicle, looking for some sign that might explain his absence; there, he finds an upsetting note taped to Ted’s computer.
So, Al, Laos?
Two days later, at the office holiday party, Ron is talking with his co-worker, Al, about Al’s upcoming vacation. His thoughts turn to Ted, who is of Asian descent, and the wonton incident. Ron does not recall having seen Ted all day. In fact, he can’t remember seeing Ted at all since the incident. He checks in with Al, who confirms that Ted has not been at work since that day.
Wontons?! Not now!!
In a tense moment at work, Ron lashes out at his coworker, Ted, whose well-meaning, but insistent, offers to go get food finally go too far.
O grab me, embargo!
For the real old timers.
Not "slar," Groggel, "leg grog." Ralston?
Yet another toast (or speech, rather)?
G-nay g-noy Pyongyang.
Translation: Sadness in Pyongyang. (Photo: Kim Jong-Il visits a farm.)
I’d been hoping to play the euphonium.
O, Red, a crab? Me? Embarcadero!
I should have been a pair of ragged claws scuttling across the floors of silent seas.
On Imac: Lenin in El Camino
It’s obscured by the flag.
Al? Al?? Al?! Al?!? Al!?! Al!!!! Al! Al, A FiOS!...
(Punctuation makes a world of difference.)
'Nam maps, dog taco, Cat God, Spam Man.
This is simply a list of things (Not pictured, ‘Nam maps, dog taco, Cat God).
---Snot! Tino's not on it! Pan so Tino's on it!...
Miscommunication on the set of the new Yankees film.
Tip: evil animals slam in a live pit.
The real tip ought to be: stay out of the live pit.
Look, I'm a gir--- origami! Kool!
Ron, seemingly on the verge of sharing an important bit of information with Nora, is distracted by the ancient art of paper folding.
Ra male! Soo... Mav won Odom? O, do now vamoose,...
When you get there, tell Dirk we say hi.
Nicorette is for chickens. (contribution #2 from the School of Succintery in Shillington, PA)
Soporific: adj. Tending to cause sleep or sleepiness. Much as Nora hated to admit it, Ron’s stories of his time in Reno had a soporific effect on their houseguests. Soporific: adj. Used when indicating a situation wherein an excess of sauce (on pasta or the like) is consumed by using a slice of bread to sponge it up and convey it to the mouth. ”This Bolognese is soporific, Nora!...
La Erec: The merciful conclusion (or part six).
She pushed me away with one hand and with the other reached into her mouth and pulled out a tooth (she was still losing teeth!). In the darkness, her movements were hard to make out precisely, but there was no question about what she was doing. Startled, I lost my footing again and fell into the long, wet grass. Even in the confusion of the moment, I was able to keep my eye on the tooth. It...
N am no B, Ma! Ja, Ma, H! Mais am I not ami? I'm a...
Occasionally during the trip, Nora would become upset by what she called “raving lunatics” they passed while walking on the street. Ron would do his best to direct her away from the scene.
Ici! La tenor sax as Ron et al! Ici!
A Parisian busker tries to earn some cash by convincing Ron that the piece being played is somehow symbolic of Ron and his family.
"Dad" as a WiFi (if I was a dad)
Ron’s vote for his and Nora’s new WiFi network name, and an unsubtle hint.
Bud Bull, let 'er retell "lub-dub."
Ai, toro, mi corozon!
(a guest contribution from Yenolab’s #2 …er, #1 supporter in Shillington, PA)
El fir tree? Deer trifle.
Quiero partridge, pear y deer.
Oy, D! Ooh, Santa at Nas' hood, yo!
He sees you when you’re sleeping.
La Erec: A themeless tale, presented in parts -...
Then, she stopped and held my hand tight in hers. It was an unexpected movement that sent me spinning, still attached to her strong arm, in a crack-the-whip like fashion and ended with my body pulled closely up to hers, as though she were leading me through the finale of a foreign and elaborate dance. Looking up at me she at last spoke again. “I didn’t lose my first tooth until I was ten years...