Archive for August, 2015

Semi random blurt #02

The day before yesterday, while minding my own business, I died a little on the inside from panic.

The incident occurred just half an hour before I was supposed to be at work. Before it happened everything was just normal. I was in a good mood, the cereals had been just the right amount of crunchy and I had a few minutes to just lie around before heading off to work. So to indulge in the laying around I decided to play some games on my phone, which was when the ball dropped.

I am sure that my whole being stopped for a few seconds, when I saw that my credit card was missing from the phone case. With eyes wide open I just starred at the “pocket” which was lacking in credit cards, my mind blank except for a building wail of terror, doom and panic.

When the wail finally took over my mind I started to realize all the problems this would cause.

  1. I didn’t have any cash on me nor could I take out some. My economical power would be zero if the card was gone.
  2. I didn’t have anything to eat at work and my plan was to buy something during lunch, which if we look to point 1 was impossible.
  3. If someone had stolen it I would probably be a lot poorer and I also wasn’t sure about where to call to “block”(?(there must be a better word/term for this)) the card from further usage.
  4. I needed to come up with a solution to all of these within 20 minutes.

19:59

19:58

Found on the interwebs, not my own creation

Shit hit the fan

Luckily I didn’t give in to panic… not totally at least. (I might have cried on the inside a little)

I managed to retread my steps from the day before and figure out where my credit card could have gone missing, a la Sherlock Holmes. Then I did a quick recon of the fridge and found some food for lunch, in case of card being lost forever. With some back up food and self calming I threw myself in to the car and raced to the only place where I could have logically lost it, the grocery store!

As you might have guessed, I got it back and even got to work on time. In the end, everything turned out better than expected.

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Semi random blurt #01

When bored or just going about my everyday life I often whistle. It brightens, not just my mood, but the mood in the room/space I find myself in at the moment. So when in doubt, whistle. When I whistle it is most often this melody:

that pops up in to my head and makes it way out through my pursed lips.

It makes everything more enduring and more light hearted, my troubles just disappear (not really, but it feels like it). But I don’t always whistle the “Andy Griffith Show” them song (that’s what’s it called apparently, but for me it will always be Molly’s’ tune (Long live Scrubs)). I have another tune I often whistle and that tune is what made me write this post.

The reason is that I just a few days ago started questioning where it came from, I had always whistle that tune, it was my default tune, the most basic of tunes, it was the essences of my whistling and I couldn’t figure out if it was a melody created by myself or if I was something already in existence. It bothered me. If it was a tune of my own creation, I certainly had to write it down since it was so easy going and relaxing, but if it wasn’t I needed to know where it came from. What finally made me realize the songs origin, very appropriately so, was a few raindrops falling upon me.

It was the beginning of the “Singing in the Rain” song (specifically the part between 0:47-0:55, I just keep looping that part). So with some disappointment I realized I would not be the creator of catchy tune (as of yet) but it gave me a new head scratcher. Why is my default tune the beginning of “Singing in the Rain”? I’ve never seen the movie, nor have I ever heard the original performance of the song, at least that I know of… quite the mystery.

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Metaphors?

Why do we use metaphors? We could just plainly state what we want to say or write. “He kissed the girl”

See, that wasn’t so hard. Now there is no confusion. But seriously, why do we use them. A metaphor could just become waste of space and ink in story, the bad ones at least. A good metaphor enhances events, or rather the description of them. If we take the example, “He kissed the girl” and add “like a mother kisses her child”, the kiss will be totally different.

We use metaphors to enhance a event/description/thingymajingy by calling upon a “common” source of knowledge. Another example: “His eyes, brown as a young doe’s, sparkled in the light”. So here I used a metaphor (or maybe it is a simile, not totally sure, English is hard sometimes) to describe the color of a person eyes. I could have written, light brown instead, but because I used “[…] as a young doe’s […]” I call upon a common source of knowledge. By common I mean knowledge that most people should know, just to clarify. A person who reads this will probably think that his eyes are very beautiful and maybe innocent looking, because of what we associate does with, now for another example, but this time of a “bad” metaphor.

“His eyes, brown as a cesspool, sparkled in the light”. If this was used to describe beautiful eyes… it failed miserably. It would probably be a bad metaphor to use in most situations when describing the color brown, unless of course you want a disgusting brown. Than it would be a good metaphor.

Why do I ask why we use metaphors? Because I think that you should question how things work, even if they are the right way to do something. ‘Cause if you do you might just learn something, like how metaphors work. Also I do it because I’m interested in storytelling and narrative and such fancy stuffs.

Enough of a detour, if we go back to the first example: “He kissed the girl”, this might seem like very plain thing to write. You could spice it up a notch or two by writing “He made love to her face with his orifice” or “He tasted her lips, warm with blood and sweet from cotton candy”. These two ways of writing “He kissed the girl” spice things up, creates some dynamic to the event and also sets a certain tone to the whole thing… and it is also the reason why “He kissed the girl” can be a very good way to describe the event. If for example, the story is from the “He’s” perspective and it just says: “He kissed the girl” and nothing more is added. It can give us readers something to think about and some smart depth. Was it so that he actually didn’t think the kiss was anything special, maybe he doesn’t love this girl that he kissed. That is the problem with writing, there is no right way to do things, how bothersome… well not really, but since no real “right or wrong” exist, how will you know that what you write is “right”? (Dunno, don’t care, give me more chocolate)

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