Learning

I want to feel like a barbarian, a mangy vagrant roving animal with no form or function to be led by. Only listening to the cacophony of my own screaming desires. To cut and jump to embroil the whole of me to a task, talent, trade, or thought until I've run down caught it and sucked all the marrow from it's bones.Then I'll stagger gasping to the new, the old, the knowledge of everywhere. Ferociously learning, delving into the next focus burning it fast and hard for as long as I can for as long as it will sustain.Taking the norms and inhaling them all so that I may follow none. I will beat all the paths before cutting from the ruts and running amok on them all crisscrossing and connecting as no one could have thought. In this way the fire will always throw it's warmth from within.  

Question Authority

A friend from California sent me this last night.

http://www.wimp.com/speaktypography/

I met a girl last week who was frightened to tell me that she was inside Barns and Noble
purchasing books. Because I might make fun of her for it. Turns out she is a closeted intellectual.

Drop some pop tarts so we can be play'n ball

Today while I was ba

12 days of Awesome!

Captains Log: 12/16/2010,

It's a balmy 48 degrees up in this business today. By "this business" I mean the house.

Fire time.. booyah!

I will now boil tea atop the wood stove. After chopping the wood, to make the fire to boil the tea, the feeling of drinking that tea I boiled with my own competence will be tremendous. Not only that but I  will pour my tea into an empty bourbon bottle which gives me all the guilty pleasure of feeling like an alcoholic without the severe entropic side affects.

Now lets get down to business!

So this wonderful literary agent Kathleen Ortiz of the famed Never Ending Page Turner blog and Neo Agent Podcast is having the big bang of all blog contests. A contest of such epic proportions it incited me to get a twitter account.

Now this bloomin onion of all blog contests is not just a single serving of magnificence! Good lord no, that would be paltry and feeble! It is a raging 12 day event of glorious Christmas spirit. Today is the eighth day of awesome so if my maths is correct we done got FO MO days of solid Christmas joy to look forward to!
(Read the following in a Mayor Quimby from the Simpsons voice) So get out there and enter that contest!

Not only that but I have a partial out with Kathleen and I would be extremely giddy to win any sort of face time with Kathleen.

I do believe I hear the tea boiling so I will now go suckle from the teat of my competence.

Today is Gunna Be a Dope Ass Day

We as people, have created language, honed it, built upon it, and rely on it for our existence.
There is no other method of communication that we have.

But today, I see a certain amount of de-evolution in our language, spitting from our mouths and tripping from our fingers. Individual words and monosyllabic expulsions used to describe entire sequences of actions and events.

Fail

Awkward

These are the for runners in the degradation of language and communication.
Why even speak if you're not going to string together a series of descriptive words to form a sentence in order to adequately express your opinion of a situation or occurrence. In my opinion blunt single word, popular catch phrases deter thought and open the door to ignorance. It cripples conversation and permits all those who use them to hide behind blanket statements. It's inarticulate and tantamount to hitting to express emotion and opinion.

This is what happens to my friends when they use these words. They get hit with punches.

If your going to cavemanicaly grunt an opinion without further explanation or any indication of intellectuality for this opinion you're going to get struck with fists.....one to several times. Because if we're going to tear down the keystone cognitive communication that's supported thousands of years of intellectual progression, the once cumulative reason for our entire existence, the reason we call ourselves humans, I want to get some exercise while doing it.      

Like a Blueberry Muffin

To be able to write, to only just write, all you need to know are the words. To teach or to talk about those words you need to know more than that. but to just write, the words are all you need.

It's like baking. To bake you don't need to know that flour is called flour, sugar is called sugar, that blueberries are blue berries, or butter is butter. To talk about baking, or to inform someone how, you need to know what the ingredients are called. But to simply bake all you need know is precisely what those ingredients are. Then you will know how much of each to use, how to combine them together and when to make that blueberry muffin.

To write and nothing else, just know your words and how and when they should be combined to impart what it is you mean say.

Cavemen and Canadians

Two thoughts from the past week.


People always disqualify the Canadians in the scope of current, and historical attempts at world domination.
Meanwhile they are up there making delicious maple syrup and bacon quietly taking over the breakfast taste buds of the world. The most important meal of the day.

I was recently told that penis's are circumcised to prevent medical ailments and not just because it's a hold over from barbaric religious genital mutilation rituals. Yeah, maybe it was medically advisable in the stone age when cavemen weren't hygienically capable enough to properly take care of their own penis's, but we live in America in the 21st century.