Sunday, August 13, 2006
I'm Still Trying To Write A Diary Here (1)
Dear Diary.
You know it's really depressing when your correspondent doesn't respond. It's like when you scratch your pen across a piece of a paper. No matter how much it hurts your hand to feel the scratchiness of the pen, the paper never ever squeals in pain at being scratched on by a scratchy pen.
Diary, if you don't say something soon, I shall have to change my pen pal. Yes, I'm serious, and no, the fact that you can't respond ain't going to melt my heart.
Despite this, I shall continue to amuse myself on the keyboard. This night I touch on the topic of... Okay let's start again. Recently I've been reading... PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. You know I'm really, really amazed that this extremely short plot of society, society, society societysocietysociety... elopement, then more society and finally marriage, can actually take up a book approximately two fat fingers thick.
Explanation: I shall give an analogy. Imagine that you wanted to express anger at a particular individual, for, let's say, the usual charges of being irritating.
"I am thoroughly and irrevocably pissed (for lack of a better monosyllable with the same meaning) with you, and rest assured that this statement was not arisen from unfounded prejudice, but rather conceived from abuse suffered as a result of your selfish and irresponsible accusations, your offensive language, and in general your unforgivable inability to govern your emotions, or even display the meanest attempt at maintaining a civilised, tolerable diposition, defects which have caused unwonted distress to many."
Compare this to the following sentence, which has the same gist:
"You suck."
Really now. But I guess that this is a result of progress, of rapid advancement and all that stuff you get when you're a fast developing society. (Yes, society.) Perhaps this was the reason why bad words were invented: To cut short the time taken for the reprimandation of whatever the reprimanded individual needs to be reprimanded for. Maybe this is where the true offensiveness of vulgarities lie; they imply that the person who uses them doesn't think the victim of them worthy of his time, even time taken to correct a mistake.
Dear, dear, dear.
Yes, because in doing that we would lose one invaluable hour of some 674, 520 hours - assuming that the average lifespan of a person is 77 years.
And would you like to consider at this point how exactly we spend our hours. I wouldn't even dare to start calculating exactly how many of these said hours we throw away on exams every year, not even counting common tests.
Bleargh! (Which, incidentally, can be de-translated to: The general insensibility of it all overwhelms me; the fact that we, the leaders of the future, should be put through such annual mortification, whereby we are obliged to perspire and trouble ourselves over twenty pages or so of problems designed for the sole purpose of humiliating our intellect and injure our self-esteem; some of us, with latent genius, cannot force intelligence, cannot speed brilliance. In such unfair and unequalised circumstances are we all judged. Finally the only real conclusion to be gleaned from this survey is who can, and who cannot, withstand pressure. And yet is this the peresquite of the one to guide your tomorrow? Should we not be tested instead for logical minds, a perception for aesthetics? I tell you... Full article in the process of composition)
Get the point?
Ever,
the Darkening Dawn
You know it's really depressing when your correspondent doesn't respond. It's like when you scratch your pen across a piece of a paper. No matter how much it hurts your hand to feel the scratchiness of the pen, the paper never ever squeals in pain at being scratched on by a scratchy pen.
Diary, if you don't say something soon, I shall have to change my pen pal. Yes, I'm serious, and no, the fact that you can't respond ain't going to melt my heart.
Despite this, I shall continue to amuse myself on the keyboard. This night I touch on the topic of... Okay let's start again. Recently I've been reading... PRIDE AND PREJUDICE. You know I'm really, really amazed that this extremely short plot of society, society, society societysocietysociety... elopement, then more society and finally marriage, can actually take up a book approximately two fat fingers thick.
Explanation: I shall give an analogy. Imagine that you wanted to express anger at a particular individual, for, let's say, the usual charges of being irritating.
"I am thoroughly and irrevocably pissed (for lack of a better monosyllable with the same meaning) with you, and rest assured that this statement was not arisen from unfounded prejudice, but rather conceived from abuse suffered as a result of your selfish and irresponsible accusations, your offensive language, and in general your unforgivable inability to govern your emotions, or even display the meanest attempt at maintaining a civilised, tolerable diposition, defects which have caused unwonted distress to many."
Compare this to the following sentence, which has the same gist:
"You suck."
Really now. But I guess that this is a result of progress, of rapid advancement and all that stuff you get when you're a fast developing society. (Yes, society.) Perhaps this was the reason why bad words were invented: To cut short the time taken for the reprimandation of whatever the reprimanded individual needs to be reprimanded for. Maybe this is where the true offensiveness of vulgarities lie; they imply that the person who uses them doesn't think the victim of them worthy of his time, even time taken to correct a mistake.
Dear, dear, dear.
Yes, because in doing that we would lose one invaluable hour of some 674, 520 hours - assuming that the average lifespan of a person is 77 years.
And would you like to consider at this point how exactly we spend our hours. I wouldn't even dare to start calculating exactly how many of these said hours we throw away on exams every year, not even counting common tests.
Bleargh! (Which, incidentally, can be de-translated to: The general insensibility of it all overwhelms me; the fact that we, the leaders of the future, should be put through such annual mortification, whereby we are obliged to perspire and trouble ourselves over twenty pages or so of problems designed for the sole purpose of humiliating our intellect and injure our self-esteem; some of us, with latent genius, cannot force intelligence, cannot speed brilliance. In such unfair and unequalised circumstances are we all judged. Finally the only real conclusion to be gleaned from this survey is who can, and who cannot, withstand pressure. And yet is this the peresquite of the one to guide your tomorrow? Should we not be tested instead for logical minds, a perception for aesthetics? I tell you... Full article in the process of composition)
Get the point?
Ever,
the Darkening Dawn
-+Darkening Dawn+-dreamingat >>1:32 AM