We've been a family of Pirouettors (pie root tors) for several generations now. Twirl-abouters, meanderers, holders of masters degrees in snooping covertly, yet, taught to always do it with bursting curiosity, and confident expectation … goal oriented: "find" something. Do it only when you feel driven, never without the drive in you, just for the sake of doing it, all too many things are done that lifeless way. The "find" is even more exhilarating when it means going to/through a forbidden (to you) place/object: "you know we shouldn't be doing that, hurry, close the door!" You don't even know what you're looking for until you find it: new, old, precious keepsake, precious to the self, as in, "I can't throw it away". Not, "how much can I get for it?" I've said often, habitually (maybe to a fault) that I can smell the printed word from thirty paces. And, is it OHH…SO DIFFICULT to throw them away. Piles in my office, piles of them in the garage, and Epiles upon Epiles. If you don't erase, you'll run out of space Love 'em all, love to happen upon a new one; and, mostly when I read one that is beautifully used. As beautifully prepared and served as tho the finest Epicurean in the world created it. Appealing, attention getting to the eye, salivation unstoppable. While not the center piece, it reflects the love and great respect it's preparer has in the admixture of even the least necessary ingredient into his food/word potion; not ever giving in to taking the "lazy" much traveled road: "no one's going to notice"… "such a small, insignificant ingredient, it'll taste the same with or without it", "such a tiny out of the way word, why bother? The thrill that was gone, came back while I was going through … well then, OK, "pirouetting", since you insist … feel better? Pirouetting, pirouetting, pirouetting, nyah, nyah … a dusty old "room" chock-full of ancient emails SAVED for their importance, "no, keep that one, I might need it later …who knows?" Hey, non- sequitir's better than no reasoning at all. ALL enwrapped like little innocent infants that they are, "protected" in their first stages of mummification, by sheets of world wide cobwebs. Emails so ancient a second full moon is preparing for its performance since their conception. A beautiful Lunar Eclipse at that! 60 days is ancient in email land. A treasure chest of emails overloaded with precious gems, leaning toward the delicious, prolixitious, verbiage kind its author can only eschew (no gums) in his advanced age; "spitting" them out like the ballplayer to sunflower seeds, hard-headedly, hardly even awares, if the truth be known. Ya couldn't sell those beauties. "Hey, wanna buy a word?" I don't think so! The thrill is in the hunting and gathering. Come across one; and, if you're worth your salt, tip your browser to the user. Go toss your mouse over the left side (the thinking side) of your brain. It shouldn't … mustn't be used again. Such a word I discovered during a deleting frenzy. A message inviting me to continue writing. I honored the offer, accepting it as a raise, not in terms of money, rather, in their confidence in me, and my work(s); knowing I'll do the job as well as I can; always giving it the best I got. Then again, they probably were looking for an impressive "right" number for their rogues gallery lineup in the magazine. The Magnificent 10, the Manager and his Lineup. I'm probably his Right Fielder: Coach says, "We only have 8 guys on the team today. Left 'n' Center spread it out some, ok? We don't need a right fielder …no body hits to right anymore, not even lefties." I never threw a lazy pitch. Lazy pitch?: A pitcher's pinch-me-so-I-know-I'm-not-dreaming 0-2 count (no balls 2 strikes) programmed (even the batter knew it was coming) to be called for the perfunctory, indifferent, automatic outside, way outside, lazy third pitch, "hey, the lug might even swing at it…save your arm for more important times" Me,I came "in" with all the heat I could muster. Their eyes bugged like the popular "goggle-eye" cat fish. Nope, and, I never use a lazy word, misplaced/wrong, but never lazy. The word? The word? Give us Barrab … give us the WORD! Vis is it. Vis? quel est ce vis? All this foreplay for that! A foreign three letter word: vis??? We're familiar with vis-à-vis. A French adverb meaning side-by-side, opposite.Thank Heaven for little words like that from the French. We didn't bother to discard them, interpret them; we used them as is … side-by-side made for a good song title, not much else. Vis-à-vis would not have worked for that song, 'eh? Vis alone, means just that, I'd wager - alone, by its self, contra to being contra (huh?), with, for. Not a big thing going here, Steverino. WasssssUP? Here is how I discovered it: while rereading the Ancient ones before kissing them off. It came in full view this time (must have skimmed the first reading). If it was in one of his more lengthy haranguings, ipso facto, you skimmed. Using sterilized rubber gloves, I dusted carefully, lifted it out its nondescript placement. Even the sentence kinda camouflaged it. It came upon you unexpectedly for some reason. I've never seen it used before in all my reading, limited as it may have been. So unique, clever, connotes one who is always on the search for a "find", never settling for tried-and-true. Probably the best "break-away" word I've ever come across. Love break-aways, takes a special mind to execute one, an on the cutting edge mind, an out-the-box mind. I thought: If one can be ruthless, can another be "ruth?" It was an excellently prepared, "cooked in wine" break-away, till this. Take a look. Here's vis and the rest of its podnas in the sentence, as it is, still in beautiful remarkable condition after all the time spent in the lower depths of the Ancient email mine. Take a look: Also... we're going to ramp up AviarPress and promote it vis Scene4 and other venues... Oh, my, he meant to use via!!!!!!! …………. I'm outta here! | 
