I have neglected this blog for too long. Ron was on fire tonight with what we like to call Ronspeak , or sometimes Ronisms here at hale Todd- Neiderpruem . I think that's what's inspired me to get back to it. Between Ron and my mom, I am never at a loss for curiosities of language. Here's the scene. Ron is in the kitchen, cooking. "What are you making?" I ask. "Balsamic rice," he says. "What's that?" "You know," he says, "that Indian rice." Of course, he means basmati rice. I suggest this, and he gives me a look. Later, Stephen Colbert interviews the playwrite David Mamet. "That's the guy who wrote Glengarry Glen Close," Ron says. "Glen Close the actress?" I ask. Again, he gives me a look. "That's a good one," I say. My census job is, as they say here in the islands, pau . I am relieved. The funniest story to come out of it is one relayed by a co-worker on our l...