Thursday, March 12, 2009
alright, i am feeling better about it. i reread that, and it is fine. i still don't like the word deception, but it wasn't the overriding theme, so it gets a pass. i'm watching it though...
alright, what now. what do we want here. i think we've squashed dance. i mean, i could probably pull hours worth of colorful banter out of that analogy, but that is all it would be. ryan is over there trilling his pan flute along with the music, so i'll leave that to his expert timing.
he skipped right over language though, lucky. i just had a nice meatball floated right up there. one of our favorite topics seems to be languages inability to express our exact feelings. we say that, but what we really mean is our minds recollection of the language we are working with is lacking. language gets a bad rap. it is a cop out. a petulant barb directed toward the father of our mind. because there is a way to express exactly what we are feeling. just because we can't find the words at that moment doesn't mean we can't or won't. it is really astonishing exactly how much we can put into language. the nuance, the subtlety, the innuendo, all of those layers we can pile on. the fact that simply putting an idea into words can cause it to evolve and grow, that the simple rules of language can reveal truths you hadn't noticed before.
i am a big fan of language. i am fascinated by the fact that each person has their own completely different interpretation of it, despite using the same words. education can only do so much for you, real understanding comes when you can feel whether the words and grammar are correct. when you discern right and wrong by saying it aloud and judging its character. that is why i love language. i almost feel like i am creating my own rules. like i have created my own whole little dialect here. just like some people love to listen to their own voice, i love to read my own writing. it captivates me, and it is supposed to be narrated in my voice. so, we give language a bad rap. language is bigger than any of us, it supercedes anything we might have to say about it.
man, i am feeling very guilty right now, and very grateful. i owe you a debt of gratitude, words. you stuck with me, even when i badmouthed you. you must see something in me, because you still lend me your power. you could have dropped me years ago, cut me off from the source. but no, you stuck with me. you slowly revealed more and more as i was ready. and now, i have finally reached linguistic consciousness. i feel one step closer to enlightenment.
i always regretted some of my class choices in college. i tried to slam myself into a little box by only taking math, science and programming courses. i was so sure of myself back then. one of my biggest regrets in hindsight is never taking a course on linguistics or etymology. those would probably be fascinating classes. i could even see it becoming a focus of study, if everything fell right. i mean, you can never really know about these things just theorizing, but when i finally drift back into school it is definitely worth my 5 credits.
i just spaced out for about 3 minutes picking at my fingernail. i think that may be a sign...
alright, what now. what do we want here. i think we've squashed dance. i mean, i could probably pull hours worth of colorful banter out of that analogy, but that is all it would be. ryan is over there trilling his pan flute along with the music, so i'll leave that to his expert timing.
he skipped right over language though, lucky. i just had a nice meatball floated right up there. one of our favorite topics seems to be languages inability to express our exact feelings. we say that, but what we really mean is our minds recollection of the language we are working with is lacking. language gets a bad rap. it is a cop out. a petulant barb directed toward the father of our mind. because there is a way to express exactly what we are feeling. just because we can't find the words at that moment doesn't mean we can't or won't. it is really astonishing exactly how much we can put into language. the nuance, the subtlety, the innuendo, all of those layers we can pile on. the fact that simply putting an idea into words can cause it to evolve and grow, that the simple rules of language can reveal truths you hadn't noticed before.
i am a big fan of language. i am fascinated by the fact that each person has their own completely different interpretation of it, despite using the same words. education can only do so much for you, real understanding comes when you can feel whether the words and grammar are correct. when you discern right and wrong by saying it aloud and judging its character. that is why i love language. i almost feel like i am creating my own rules. like i have created my own whole little dialect here. just like some people love to listen to their own voice, i love to read my own writing. it captivates me, and it is supposed to be narrated in my voice. so, we give language a bad rap. language is bigger than any of us, it supercedes anything we might have to say about it.
man, i am feeling very guilty right now, and very grateful. i owe you a debt of gratitude, words. you stuck with me, even when i badmouthed you. you must see something in me, because you still lend me your power. you could have dropped me years ago, cut me off from the source. but no, you stuck with me. you slowly revealed more and more as i was ready. and now, i have finally reached linguistic consciousness. i feel one step closer to enlightenment.
i always regretted some of my class choices in college. i tried to slam myself into a little box by only taking math, science and programming courses. i was so sure of myself back then. one of my biggest regrets in hindsight is never taking a course on linguistics or etymology. those would probably be fascinating classes. i could even see it becoming a focus of study, if everything fell right. i mean, you can never really know about these things just theorizing, but when i finally drift back into school it is definitely worth my 5 credits.
i just spaced out for about 3 minutes picking at my fingernail. i think that may be a sign...
