Thursday, August 29, 2013

Fits Perfectly

(I scheduled this to post yesterday, but it didn't, oddly.. So, a date late, but here you have it!)

Today's Weird Word Wednesday is in honor of my poetry.

I replied to someone's email this past week using poetry. I did this because he had replied with poetry to an email that I had sent him. As I reviewed my poem, I noticed that, being brutally honest, it wasn't the greatest. I had written 4-line stanzas with alternating rhymes. But, it wasn't a smooth read as the cadence was, to be gentle to myself, off. In my defense, I wrote 15 4-line stanzas in an hour. A line a minute is frankly insulting to poetry... for me, anyway. I'm nowhere near capable enough of writing a good 60-line poem in 60 minutes.

The poem was written in doggerel verse. Today's word: doggerel. It means comic or burlesque, and usually loose or irregular in measure.

This is one of many of thousands of wonderful examples that I can use to illustrate my love for English. There is a word for everything!

I won't say that most of my poetry is written in such verse, but my latest work (which, apologetically, I won't be sharing due to its personal nature) fits the bill quite nicely.

The etymology is probably from "dog" and the pejorative suffix "rel" referring to verse being written with "puppyish clumsiness."1

I learned something new about English looking up the etymology of this word, and that is that there are suffixes that are inherently pejorative. Meaning, the suffix has a negative slant to it; "tard," "ista," "ster" and "nik" are all examples of pejorative suffixes.2



1 Etymology of Doggerel
2 Examples of Pejorative Suffix

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Digital Orchestra

This is one of the more creative videos I've ever seen on YouTube and it was so well done, I thought I'd share.

In case it isn't obvious, they aren't actually playing the instruments. I'm fairly certain that the conductor is just messing around and not actually conducting, but I'm not sure about that.

Have fun watching, and enjoy!


Monday, August 26, 2013


I met you once
In a funny place
A place for laughter
But we mourned

I met you again
In a sad place
A place to mourn
But we laughed

I met you once more
In a plain place
Where anything went
We laughed and we mourned

Relationships come
Relationships go
We laugh together
We mourn together

Memories made
Never forgotten
Laughter and tears
Mixed emotions

When one door closes
Another door opens
Or so they say
For you it did

I'm still waiting
For that final door
It'll come, I know
I believe

Until then, I'll open doors
I'll probably close some
Perhaps a lot
But that's ok

Every door I open
Is one door closer
To the final one
My One

Thursday, August 22, 2013

Um, What?

There's something about me that attracts the interesting people in the world. Far be it from me to guess what it is, but there you have it. No matter where I go, what I'm wearing or what I'm doing, people feel that they can approach me about a myriad of topics. Everything from the time, to my laptop, to the following:

I was on the train to a meeting one morning when a guy with horrible ponytails decided that, of the laundry list of empty seats to choose from, the one next to me was the best one. Lucky me. He had chains, tattoos, a phone with a screen so shattered I couldn't believe it worked and a look of "You don't want to bump into me in a dark, deserted alley."

But I'm not one to judge based on appearances alone. Unfortunately, it soon became clear that his look wasn't just a matter of bark, but very much of bite as well.

"Yo, sorry ta bother you. Is this the train to x stop?"

"Yup, 4 stops away."

"Ok, thanks. Sorry ta bother you."

"No problem."

"Yo, do ya know where the criminal courts are at that stop?"

"No, sorry."

"Ok, thanks. Sorry ta bother you."

"No problem."

Naturally, my heart went from 0 to 120 in a heartbeat (beat that Ferrari!). I can only imagine how wide my eyes went at that question.

I'm still alive, so I guess he realized that it would be a bad idea to do anything while on a train on the way to criminal court.

Only me. 

Thursday, August 15, 2013

More Posts Coming...?

Over the past few weeks, I've received a number of emails and a comment asking where I've been, if everything's okay, and if when/if I'm going to start blogging again. I started writing this post around the time I received the first inquiry, which was about a month ago. I'd like to thank you all, you know who you are, for asking after me. I appreciate it more than I am capable of expressing through words.

I've been, thankfully, incredibly busy. I have a job, for the first time, that I truly love. It's exciting, challenging, well-paying, etc. etc. Part of being challenging means it's also exhausting. It's also very time-consuming. Time that I would normally use to wile away writing about whatever is now a rare commodity. Time that I still do have for myself is usually used for dealing with personal matters and sleep.

A few years ago I would wish for a 28-hour day. Now I wish for a 38-hour day. I can imagine that when I get married I'll be wishing for a 48-hour day. 

There are so many things I want to do. There just isn't enough time in my day to do them all. One thing I recently realized though is that I need to write. I'm sure many of you can understand that feeling, and I am like you all in that sense.

Writing is an incredibly cathartic experience. Expressing, sharing, receiving, discussing, venting, asking and learning are only a sampling of the verbs of what goes on here in the blogging world. I miss it desperately and I can see that my mood is adversely affected by the lack of pure, good-Samaritan socializing that occurs here. Working (more) than full-time wreaks havoc with one's social life, so blogging is all I've got for the moment. Even though I don't really have it, I feel like I kind of do. Once a Blogger, always a Blogger?

So, I'm back. My contributions to the blogging world will most likely only be through the median of my blog for now, but I hope that will change soon. I've recently hired my very own Minion (Despicable Me, anyone?), so I think that will free up some of my time as I shed some drone work onto said Minion's hopefully capable shoulders. Of course, having someone doing some of my work means in theory I could take on more clients. So we'll have to see what my boss does with this "extra time" he is providing me.

I miss you all. I miss reading your thoughts, watching the videos you share, critiquing the fashion stuff and discussing the things we discuss.

I'm back, hopefully for good. I'll be sharing, and soon will try to be participating.

Until next time.