Isn't it strange that people pronounce words differently? I guess it's not strange at all, I mean everyone has their own way of saying something, but it can lead to a lot of confusion if it's misinterpreted. Once, I met a man who was from England and when I asked him to imitate an American accent, he tried to speak with a southern drawl. I told him that that wasn't how all Americans spoke. He didn't believe me. Then, I told him that I didn't speak at all like that and he said he thought it was because I was from Canada! HA!
When I called Bailey and asked him if he was alright, he said, "Sure, why?" I told him that he called early in the morning, asking if I was alright because I wasn't at chess club. He said: "No, Curt, I didn't say that at all. I said, I've been up all night. Sorry I didn't realize that it was so late. Goodnight."
Well, we had a good laugh at that!!!
Words are fascinating. There are so many! I mean, can you imagine what the etymology of the word butter is??? I CAN only imagine. I also think it's amazing that certain words carry such weight. Let me give you a few "for instances": love, life, death, sin, and darkness.
I wonder...what kind of weight does my name carry. Curt G. Jimenez. What's in a name? Have you ever wondered what your name means to someone else? Sure, it's just a name. But, it's a name.
The other night, I watched Harold and Maude. It's one of my favorite movies. It makes me feel all kinds of things! There's a great scene where Harold tells Maude that he hasn't lived. And she says, "LIVE!" And it's the perfect word. It encapsulates every emotion that Harold needs to feel. And Harold understands. He hasn't lived, so he must start living, now!
Ahh! I've been blogging away like some mad man about words, of all things, and I haven't even got to what's happened today.
I asked the Ghost to give me an extra route so that I can save up some money for the vision quest.
I have to figure out what to do with Warden. Maybe Guy can watch him, if he's still here when I leave. If not, maybe I'll ask Bailey.
And finally, I made an eggplant butter. Yes, that's right, EGGPLANT, and it tasted...not so hot. Admittedly, the eggplant was a bit soft and brown on the inside, but I mean, I thought it wouldn't taste so...wrong...as a butter. You know what they say: "If it's soft on the outside and brown on the inside, it's probably going to be bad all over."
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