a pimp rose

so i want to tell you all about my birthday weekend, but i woke up this morning with a nasty cough and some aches and pains. the holiday means that i didn't have to teach class today, but i did some computer work and cleaning this morning anyway (dork!) and now here i am, exhausted, nursing myself with a favorite pastime: the viewing of violent films. Today it's Public Enemies and Inglorious Basterds, and I can't help but be grateful that my complaint is a petty one as it is not set against the depression-era 30s nor the war-plagued 40s but against the fabulous backdrop of 2010 (fabulous for me at least; I certainly don't think the Haitians would agree. Have you donated yet?).

my other consolation has been tea and honey,which is amusing to relate because of this post. in the meantime, i leave you with two more meanings to add to the title of this blog:

1. "Up in Prose" could mean that these posts (and perhaps words in general) are places, and i am all up in them.
2. if you say it really fast, it sounds like "a pimp rose." hence the gorgeous pic you see above.