Tuesday, March 31, 2009

lockdown


so im sitting on the floor of my classroom during the lockdown, and what better thing to do than to catch up on some long procrastinated writing :)

ok guys.
no more long rants about life/its meaning/etc

im going to try to stick to the 6 points of stickiness

Taken from one of my favorite blogs, write to done.com, who in turn took it from the Heath Brothers, who wrote the book, Made to Stick

The SUCCESs points areeeee:

Simplicity- Reduce every message to its bare essential meaning.

Unexpectedness- Catch the reader off guard, surprise them

Concreteness- Use concrete images and shun abstractions.(my weakpoint haha)

Credibility- Back up your words. Give examples, and quote other sources to give credibility.

Emotions- As a writer, I'm going to try to make you feel something

Stories- self explanatory :)


So, time to try to mend my ways!

here is my simplistic message of the day:
Rachel Lim feels clandestine, egregious, slothful, empathetic, diffident, wayward

more to come
-werdnerd

Saturday, March 28, 2009

logophileee time


these are a few of my favoritee words :)

1) velleity- a slight wish or inclination
another word synonymous with the word, 'wish' :)

2) rara avis- A rare or unique person or thing.
hopefully something that describes me, if not, then something i want to be.

3) mot juste- the exact word or expression that fits the situation
an exact word, to use to describe a word that describes another situation.
think about it.

4) deus ex machina- Any active agent who appears unexpectedly to solve an apparently insoluble difficulty.
recently discovered my daily word of the day emails, courtesy of dictionary.com :)
-In ancient Greek and Roman drama, a god introduced by means of a crane to unravel and resolve the plot.
we all need a deus ex machina once in a while right? kinda like a fairy godmother?

5) mazy- winding; intricate; confusing; perplexing.
hopefully me, in a nonnegative sense :)

6) wanderlust- a strong desire to wander or travel
yum, i get this sometimes & hopefully in the future, i'll have the resources to satiate this desire

7) magniloquent- lofty or grandiose in speech or expression
a fun word to say, rolls off the tongue (random: i can roll my r's), me :)

8) logophile- a lover of words
enough said.

9) scintilla- a trace; a spark.
mentioned in previous posts; its association with hope

10) esoteric-
1. understood by or meant for only the select few who have special knowledge or interest;
2. belonging to the select few
3. private; secret; confidential

i love all the definitions, it feels very espionage-esque, a little cryptic

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

madness shared by two.

Folie à deux.

This is the title of a recent Fall Out Boy album, and yes I know what you are thinking.
but actually, it was pretty interesting, finding out the meaning.

Folie à deux - (literally, "a madness shared by two") the simultaneous occurrence of symptoms of a mental disorder (as delusions) in two persons who are closely related (as siblings or man and wife); is a rare psychiatric syndrome in which a symptom of psychosis -Wikipedia


madness shared by two.
yumm, i just love intriguing words/expression from other languages

anyhooooooooo

another recently discovered word that i likeeeeeee:

spoonerism: The transposition of usually initial sounds in a pair of words.
-dictionary.com

Basically, its when you say things like "Have a wood geek!" instead of saying "Have a good week!"

Dictionary.com example:

Let me sew you to your sheet ["show you to your seat"].

Spoonerism comes from the name of the Rev. William Archibald Spooner (1844-1930), a kindly but nervous Anglican clergyman and educationalist. All the above examples were committed by (or attributed to) him.


ahaha, don't you love how we have words for ... EVERYTHING?


i do. :)

Tuesday, March 24, 2009

what happens to the ducks?


These are a few of my favorite thinggs :)
We were asked to independently read Catcher in the Rye, which again I will say, I adoreeeeee

two of my favorite Catcher in the Rye things

1) Salinger use of the motif of the ducks in the winter.
2) Holden Caulfield's attempt to create a new world.

"Where do the ducks go in the winter? What happens to them?" said Holden.
But as my new favorite Youtube Lit teacher, Mr. Green said,

"It's like when a boy asks a girl he likes, 'Do you like anyone?'. But thats not what he's really asking. He's really asking, 'Do you like me?'
In the same way, when Holden asks, 'What happens to the ducks in the winter?', he's not asking about the ducks, he's really asking, 'Where will I go in the winter? What will happen to me?' "

sigh.
its metaphors like this that warms a lit major's heart.
but the analogy formed by the formidable mr. green is pretty spot on.

cant wait to see more mr. green!

But isn't that you?
Isn't that me?
Who doesn't wonder what will happen to his or herself in the coldest of nights, in the darkest of days.

Onto brighter topics :)
But I absolutely LVOE this book.

2) Holden gets this idea into his head that he wants to run away with this pretty, but not so very bright girl, Sally.
“Here’s my idea. How would you like to get the hell out of here? Here’s my idea. I know this guy down in Greenwich Village that we can borrow his car for a couple of weeks. He used to go to the same school I did and he still owes me ten bucks. What we could do is, tomorrow morning we could drive up to Massachusetts and Vermont, and all around there, see. It’s beautiful as hell up there. It really is.” I was getting excited as hell, the more I thought about it, and I sort of reached over and took old Sally’s goddam hand. What a goddam fool I was. “No kidding,” I said. “I have about a hundred and eighty bucks in the bank. I can take it out when it opens in the morning, and then I could go down and get this guy’s car. No kidding. We’ll stay in these cabin camps and stuff like that till the dough runs out. Then, when the dough runs out, I could get a job somewhere and we could live some¬where with a brook and all and, later on, we could get married or something. I could chop all our own wood in the wintertime and all. Honest to God, we could have a terrific time! Wuddaya say? C’mon! Wuddaya say? Will you do it with me? Please!”
“No kidding,” I said. “I have about a hundred and eighty bucks in the bank. I can take it out when it opens in the morning, and then I could go down and get this guy’s car. No kidding. We’ll stay in these cabin camps and stuff like that till the dough runs out. Then, when the dough runs out, I could get a job somewhere and we could live some¬where with a brook and all and, later on, we could get married or something. I could chop all our own wood in the wintertime and all. Honest to God, we could have a terrific time! Wuddaya say? C’mon! Wuddaya say? Will you do it with me? Please!”

The quote is quite long, but it is my favorite part of the book.
Holden's desperate attempt to create a microcosm, a safe haven, a refuge, a new world away from phonies.
Holdenville.

If only it could be that easy.
But it's the hope that rings in his voice that makes this passage so very important.

The hope of starting a new life, somewhere away from it all.
Don't tell me you've never felt this way before.
It sounds good and with Holden on the run, it was almost feasible.

We all need our Vermonts now & then, and who doesn't wonder where the ducks go?

So where do they go?


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Saturday, March 21, 2009

epiphany.

i finally figured it out.

the difference between solitude and refuge.

we've recently been studying the works of thoreau, emerson, other famous transcendentalists, as well as contemporary writers who spoke on relevant topics.
in addition, we were asked to independently read Catcher in the Rye, which I adore.

but getting back to the the difference between thoreau's & hurd's theories.

solitude is what i feel, when i block out the world, for just a second
a blessed silence achieved through loud music.

refuge is what i seek when i go to the library to try to escape

but, solitude is temperamental.
if someone is directly confronting me
i cannot achieve solitude.
my mental prowess isnt strong enough to block out the world like that.
yet.

so i seek refuge, to get away from the world, for just a moment.
but a refuge is a place, and therefore not as convenient.
if i cannot get to the library, or the library is closed.
then my refuge is closed, unavailable.

solitude & refuge.
sigh, how delicious, the notion of the two.

yet, perhaps the challenge, is not finding the two, where they are located
but how to get there, especially in the time of need.

i need solitude and refuge.
refuge, i cannot, because i cant get out of my house.
but the price to pay with solitude?
the loud music i use to escape, blasting away at my eardrums, is bound to make me lose my hearing one day.

instant gratification.
not even gratification.
it is a need to escape.
if i don't, if i didn't, i don't know what i would've done, what i will do.

Thursday, March 19, 2009

first time.

time to show the world my thoughts?
ready or not, here i come.

a lot of things are happening, and i think that writing about them, can help me to organize my thoughts, instead of forgetting them or tossing them aside [only to be in the back of my mind].

solitude.
something that we've been talking about in school for a while.
what are the implications?
the word itself, sounds lovely
like a summer breeze

i happen to love words.
scintilla -a tiny amount; a spark.
cormorant -a gluttunous or greedy person
esoteric- intended or understood by chosen few.

one of my all time favorites:

mot juste- the word or expression that precisely describes the occasion

it isnt just that these lovely words exist to sketch our thoughts and dreams, but the inspiration they provide.

for instance, when i see a word such as scintilla, i personally, immediately associate it, with hope

inspiration comes in all shapes and forms, no?

perhaps this blog, is my solitude, my refuge.
now, solitude&refuge dont have to be places.
i see solitude and refuge as somewhere, i can go, just to be me
just to see who i am, and not as others see me
kinda like practicing for the real thing ;)

but i wonder what other people do.
those who constantly pretend, and label themselves, and strive to be what others what them to be
eventually, dont they become what they pretend to be?
and then who are they?

thats it for now :)
more to come?
-werdnerd