Wednesday, December 15, 2010

Is it nothing more than a Gedankenexperiment?

(Preface: (Yes, it's pretentious to preface a blog post.) I apologize in advance for the spazzy fonts. Blogspot is notoriously incorrigible.)

(Side note: You guessed's vocab day!)

All right, I think I'm over my OfAllThings-versus-Hyperbole-and-a-Half comparison/depression. Enough to write for real, anyway. However, schoolwork has been sapping all my writing I turned to Merriam-Webster Online for inspiration. (Good old has an abundant supply of writing ideas. You just need to know where to look.)

"Love" is the third most-looked-up word on Merriam-Webster Online. The next is "cynical." Coincidence? I think not.

(Side note: Upon discovering this, I, naturally, looked up "love" in the online dictionary. Did you know that a score of zero in tennis is called "love?" This was news to me. Apparently it's because the word "love" stems from the French word
"l'oeuf," or "egg." (The official word etymology does not list this as an origin for "love," but I like the idea of it.) (A parenthetical statement within a parenthetical statement? I'm a mess of redundancy. Or meticulousness. Or something.) And eggs are shaped like zeros...meaning "nothing." So if we bring this full circle (bearing in mind the cyclical nature of life and, you know, other super-important themes), our "love" is a rough equivalent to "nothing." According to Merriam-Webster, however, Love (with a capital L) is synonymous to God. So now we know where to look for real Love. Yup. The convent. Joy.)

(Side note to the side note: Thus far, this post's side notes have outweighed the rest of the material.)

(Side note to the side note's side note: This is getting ridiculous.)

Vocabulary lesson. Oh, don't kid yourself. You're looking forward to this.

Hemidemisemiquaver: A sixty-fourth note. The "quaver" is the eighth note, which is turned into a sixteenth by the "semi," then halved again by the "demi" to become a thirty-second, and finally halved one more time by the "hemi" to become the sixty-fourth. (Was that right? You know what I'm saying.) The real conundrum here, I believe, would not be defining the hemidemisemiquaver, but making each hemidemisemiquavered note speak individually when playing a run of hemidemisemiquavers. But, you know...c'est la vie.

All right, you guys. I'm sick of this. I work on this blog so that you have something with which to distract yourselves, even just for a minute. I keep track of comments. I try to keep my writing accessible and minimally irritating. But, honestly, if you guys can't keep the prestidigitation to a minimum, I'm going to have to call it quits. I just can't take that from you anymore.

(Side note: Yeah, I'm just being an idiot. I thought "prestidigitation" sounded like a solid, angry word. A ranting word. So I wrote that train-(of-thought-)wreck paragraph above. It actually just means "sleight of hand.")

(Side note to the last side note, but unrelated to previous side notes: These side notes are becoming tedious. I really should get more sleep. Or take up yoga like I did in my WiiFit days. (Oh, how I miss those days.) (Double parenthesis.))

I think that's quite enough for now. Let's play a game. It's called "Let's See How Many Readers I can Scare Away in a Single Post." Trust's a fun game.


1 comment:

  1. judging by the above comments id say you've scared away all but your most loyal (me!) 2 things:
    1)im not trying to one-up you here in your comments (by telling you i had already found hyberbole and a half and now telling your this:) but legit: i found out 3 days ago what a hemidemisemiquaver was! i had just downloaded a new music notation software so i could input "hark the herald angels sing" (brass ensamble-style)for a flash animation project i may or may not ever finish.... so yeah when i was exploring the new software i found that in the tool bar!
    2)as soon as your mentioned the word "prestidigitation" i went to look it up... and then i came back to the blog tab to find out you defined it for me 2 sentences later.

    thats all for now folk(s)