A little inspiration

I was reminded today one of my favorite muses. :)

My Acknowledged Unjustified Pet peeve

Spelling out acronyms! Since when is Master of Ceremonies spelled Emcee! It is MC for a reason. The letters represent a word. But now we are spelling out the sound of the letters that represent the word. Huh?

Ironically,as much as it annoys me, I realize this is not a new thing. Language has been evolving like this ever since the written word has existed.

We are an ever changing people and at the end of the day, spelling is relative. I know there are alot of english majors out there that would argue with me.  But the point of any means of communication is to convey a message. There is no way to perfectly transmit the exact message because there are too many variables that can lead to misunderstanding. More than can be controlled. We can come close as long as we adjust the language style to our target audience.

So instead of focusing on getting the message out, focus on how the message is coming in and adjust  to convey closest to the idea you are trying to send.

That being said, are acronyms and the subsequent 'new' words that have been invented because of them such a bad thing?
Well, only if it prevents understanding.

I guess I'll deal with it....
or I could blame it on Eminem....lol

variations of tales

Have you heard the story of the girl whose brothers were swans?
 There is a wonderful book called The Twelve Wild Swans written by Starhawk and Hilary Valentine. It's a Pagan self help book. In it the author tells a story and at each step of the story applies a life lesson.

 But the neat thing I saw was that in another version of the tale the girl has six brothers who are swans (as depicted in this drawing, I apologise I can not remember the artists name). There was once upon a time, numbers meant more that they seem to now.

 In each story the sister learns perseverance, compassion, loyalty, hard work, faith, and wisdom as she attempts to rescue her brothers.  All good values that any society would want to endorse and yet America seems to be lacking it's version of this classic tale.

 I must investigate further. Perhaps America uses a different tale to teach theses values, perhaps America no longer values hard work or perseverance.

in media res

i saw her the other day,   a reflection of my former self,  before the burdens of the day ate away my ability to continue with out the captivating help of my ritual brewing caffeine. 6am here I am.

I say eats, and quite precisely time is like inches, moments are consumed as the obligations grow. The child is coughing the dog needs to go out, and on and the 6 o'clock alarm i set has yet to dispense it's helpful reminder. 5:57, 5:46, 5:24, ........... weeks later I'm waking up at 4:03 and praying to sleep in till 6.

but I remember Her, when I sprung out of bed charged with newness of my own existence. Every little girl should wake up birds singing outside her window.  I've never heard  of a happier childhood.

Those hands. An older lady, working at the grocery story had hands like mine. I'm not that old! Do I look like that? I know women my age who can still pass for ....early twenties.

The day is coming. These responsibilities, will not be so. but I will still be tired.

For today I'll have one grand adventure, I am right in the heart of it all, no longer wondering what the future holds it's here and I can still make it last.

....after this cup of coffee.