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06 Tuesday Oct 2015

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Autumn!!

May I take a moment out of your day to express how extraordinary it is that Autumn is finally here? To put it mildly, it’s Wonderful! Spectacular! Stupendous! In fact, I feel so emphatic about the fact that I would actually exploit a highly under-utilized phrase in my vocabulary and go so far as to say that it is “F@&$%ing Brilliant”! (which apparently I won’t say, even when I say I’m going to say it) (sorry for the tease!, but surely you know me well enough by now to know that my language, ordinarily, really doesn’t consist of these sorts of exclamations) Nevertheless, this is, indeed, how excellent it is….in my book(nvolume)

Why so emotive over an otherwise relatively unremarkable event as the passing of one season into another? Well, since you ask (figuratively speaking, of course)….

Firstly, let me begin by explaining (If I haven’t elsewhere already) that the Sun, in all its radiant splendor and beauty, really doesn’t like me. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that we are mortal enemies, but I could certainly describe Dearest Sol, My Lord Apollo, The Divine Ra as my Arch Nemesis (although that would also suggest that I’m some sort of super hero, which would lead me to the unavoidable 30 minutes of requisite contemplation over a super hero name and super power, but, since that is, perhaps, best saved for another post, I won’t digress any further)(unless you care to offer any (KIND) suggestions).

In spite of the blatantly absent title, the fact remains that the sun and I are not friends, not at all. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love all the fresh fruits and vegetables Summer brings with it and I enjoy a day at the beach like most others do or a stroll on a balmy evening, but there is a reason Master Ra and I don’t get on and that reason is called (in layman’s terms) Photosensitivity to Sunlight. Odd? Yes! Annoying? Reasonably. Something I inherited genetically? Absolutely. (That perplexed look is creeping back into your expression, again, by the way.)

How does that even work? Well, to make a short story interminably long, I am a delicate creature (though no one seems to believe me whenever I say that out loud) with hyper-sensitive skin. When the sun is bright, my skin burns within minutes, I suffer exasperating rashes, and ultimately become quite ill (rather like a Dark Fey) (sorry, shameless self promotion, but it couldn’t be avoided, really). Sun block would be logical, I hear you thinking, and I would be inclined to agree, except that my hyper-sensitive skin also breaks into a rash when I use sun block, change soaps, switch laundry detergents…

(Deep breath)..So, yes, I’m very, very glad I’ve managed to survive another summer reasonably unscathed and am now able to greet the Splendor of Autumn. What’s not to like about Autumn, after all? The refreshingly cooler temperatures, the opportunity to throw on a sweater or an oversized sweatshirt, snuggle deep into a blanket (or a heap of them, depending), enjoy a steaming cup of Hazelnut Mocha Double Chai Latte (which is really just an extravagant, super-charged cup of hot cocoa) and burn candles without having to adjust the air conditioning. (So I guess, to follow my format, that was secondly, thirdly, fourthly and fifthly, respectively.)

I really ought to live in Vermont. I say that a lot, although England, Wales or Scotland would be even more (Insert Under-Utilized Expletive here) Brilliant. (eek, there it is again!) It’s simply the truth. Cool temperatures, snowy winters, breathtaking Autumns, and plenty of rain. Yes, I enjoy a lovely rainy day, fog, thunder, clouds, puddles, brollies: glorious! But then, I’m of a poetic bent of mind and (apparently) enjoy being contrary. (Or at least, distinctly individualistic).

So bring forth the golden, slanting sunlight (which oddly enough doesn’t hurt); the myriad shades of amber, crimson, russet and bronze; the jack o’ lanterns and horns of plenty; carry the sheaths into the barns singing songs of exultation; spike the punchbowl (oh sorry, that’s not until Christmas!) and bake pies, breads and crumbles that will fill the air with sweet, spicy aromas. I, for one, am entirely and expectantly ready!

_________ Brilliant!

~Morgan~

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Saturday Showcase – I Know What I Mean

25 Saturday Oct 2014

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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I know what I mean

I know what I mean, I just can’t say what I know.

Guildenstern : “Has it ever happened to you that, all of a sudden and for no reason at all, you haven’t the faintest idea how to spell the word — wife — or house — because when you write it down you just can’t remember ever having seen those letters in that order before…?”

This happens to me quite frequently actually and I do not believe it can all be blamed on the mere fact that I cannot, for the life of me, spell! (Thank the sweet heavens for Spell Check…really!)

Similarly, what exactly is happening when your brain is formulating words, but your mouth simply won’t say them, either correctly or in the proper sequence, so that you end up muttering something completely unlike what you are trying to articulate? The urban slang for this phenomenon is spoonerism, which, to me, sounds more like a made up word itself than a scientific explanation of what is going on, but to define it more accurately it is to switch the first letters of two adjacent words so that you end up saying “Eatings, Girthlings!” rather than “Greetings, Earthlings!” or, perhaps something more familiar like “The Fit hit the Shan.” (Which usually happens after you inadvertently utilize a spoonerism.)

I find it rather amazing how difficult it is, at times, to actually communicate (effectively). Either my mouth won’t say what my brain wants it to, or my mouth can’t quite keep up (imagine that!), or my mouth is going, but my brain hasn’t quite engaged (be nice, now!) or sometimes neither mouth nor brain knows what to do so I end up sitting there, agape, with that quintessential deer-in-the-headlights expression. Perhaps you’ve had a similar experience? (You have, I know you have, don’t deny it)

It’s often equally challenging to simply get your meaning across. You might say one thing, but your meaning may, for whatever reason, become entirely misconstrued, muddled, and otherwise, mangled. This happens a lot in my afore-referenced favourite movie, so I can think of no better way to illustrate this point but to share the following:

Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no… death is not. Death isn’t. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I’ve frequently not been on boats.
Guildenstern: No, no… what you’ve been is not on boats.

There are turns of phrase, double-entendre’s, verbal faux pas, slips of the tongue, jargon, slang, rhetoric, and a thousand other languages to contend with, so how do we, at the end of the day, truly understand each other? Is it our words alone? Is it grammar, spelling, sentence structure, and diction that makes anything we say comprehensible? Or is it a common sense of mutual passions, fears, intrigues, loves, hates, sorrows, losses, likes, dislikes, cravings, yearnings, wants and needs that fill in all the blanks left by every other devise we utilize to convey our thoughts?

Guildenstern: I think I have it: A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Rosencrantz: Or just as mad.
Guildenstern: Or just as mad.
Rosencrantz: And he does both.
Guildenstern: So there you are.
Rosencrantz: Stark, raving sane.

Some may talk too much and others not enough, but at the end of the day isn’t it simply a Miracle that we are able to communicate and, as a result, commune with each other at all?

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~Morgan~

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Quotes from: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Image of The Rosetta Stone found at: .bbc.co.uk

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Saturday Showcase – Exploiting the Under Utilized

25 Saturday Oct 2014

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Apollo, Arch Nemesis, Autumn, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Chai, creative writing, England, Joy, life, Light, Nature, photography, Photosensitivity, Ra, Scotland, Slang, Sol, Sun, Sunscreen, Superhero, Vermont, Wales, Writing, ~Morgan~

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(First off, please allow me to begin by saying that, although I haven’t written many whirling posts lately, there are quite a few Non-poetry posts I’ve written scattered throughout the shelves and volumes of BnV. That being said, I thought I might use today’s Saturday Showcase to spotlight a few. If you find these whirling dervishes of words to your liking, you can find more of these Non-poetry posts are collected under the category Just Me Musing) Enjoy !!

Autumn!!

May I take a moment out of your day to express how extraordinary it is that Autumn is finally here? To put it mildly, it’s Wonderful! Spectacular! Stupendous! In fact, I feel so emphatic about the fact that I would actually exploit a highly under-utilized phrase in my vocabulary and go so far as to say that it is “F@&$%ing Brilliant”! (which apparently I won’t say, even when I say I’m going to say it) (sorry for the tease!, but surely you know me well enough by now to know that my language, ordinarily, really doesn’t consist of these sorts of exclamations) Nevertheless, this is, indeed, how excellent it is….in my book(nvolume)

Why so emotive over an otherwise relatively unremarkable event as the passing of one season into another? Well, since you ask (figuratively speaking, of course)….

Firstly, let me begin by explaining (If I haven’t elsewhere already) that the Sun, in all its radiant splendor and beauty, really doesn’t like me. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that we are mortal enemies, but I could certainly describe Dearest Sol, My Lord Apollo, The Divine Ra as my Arch Nemesis (although that would also suggest that I’m some sort of super hero, which would lead me to the unavoidable 30 minutes of requisite contemplation over a super hero name and super power, but, since that is, perhaps, best saved for another post, I won’t digress any further)(unless you care to offer any (KIND) suggestions).

In spite of the blatantly absent title, the fact remains that the sun and I are not friends, not at all. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love all the fresh fruits and vegetables Summer brings with it and I enjoy a day at the beach like most others do or a stroll on a balmy evening, but there is a reason Master Ra and I don’t get on and that reason is called (in layman’s terms) Photosensitivity to Sunlight. Odd? Yes! Annoying? Reasonably. Something I inherited genetically? Absolutely. (That perplexed look is creeping back into your expression, again, by the way.)

How does that even work? Well, to make a short story interminably long, I am a delicate creature (though no one seems to believe me whenever I say that out loud) with hyper-sensitive skin. When the sun is bright, my skin burns within minutes, I suffer exasperating rashes, and ultimately become quite ill (rather like a Dark Fey) (sorry, shameless self promotion, but it couldn’t be avoided, really). Sun block would be logical, I hear you thinking, and I would be inclined to agree, except that my hyper-sensitive skin also breaks into a rash when I use sun block, change soaps, switch laundry detergents…

(Deep breath)..So, yes, I’m very, very glad I’ve managed to survive another summer reasonably unscathed and am now able to greet the Splendor of Autumn. What’s not to like about Autumn, after all? The refreshingly cooler temperatures, the opportunity to throw on a sweater or an oversized sweatshirt, snuggle deep into a blanket (or a heap of them, depending), enjoy a steaming cup of Hazelnut Mocha Double Chai Latte (which is really just an extravagant, super-charged cup of hot cocoa) and burn candles without having to adjust the air conditioning. (So I guess, to follow my format, that was secondly, thirdly, fourthly and fifthly, respectively.)

I really ought to live in Vermont. I say that a lot, although England, Wales or Scotland would be even more (Insert Under-Utilized Expletive here) Brilliant. (eek, there it is again!) It’s simply the truth. Cool temperatures, snowy winters, breathtaking Autumns, and plenty of rain. Yes, I enjoy a lovely rainy day, fog, thunder, clouds, puddles, brollies: glorious! But then, I’m of a poetic bent of mind and (apparently) enjoy being contrary. (Or at least, distinctly individualistic).

So bring forth the golden, slanting sunlight (which oddly enough doesn’t hurt); the myriad shades of amber, crimson, russet and bronze; the jack o’ lanterns and horns of plenty; carry the sheaths into the barns singing songs of exultation; spike the punchbowl (oh sorry, that’s not until Christmas!) and bake pies, breads and crumbles that will fill the air with sweet, spicy aromas. I, for one, am entirely and expectantly ready!

Brilliant!

~Morgan~

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I Know What I Mean

18 Friday Oct 2013

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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BnV, BooknVolume, Communication, creative writing, Double-entendre, Expression, Faux Pas, Language, photography, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern, Rosencrantz and Guildenstern Are Dead, Rosetta Stone, Slang, Slip of the Tongue, Spoonerism, Tom Stoppard, Turn of Phrase, words, Writing, ~Morgan~

I know what I mean

I know what I mean, I just can’t say what I know.

Guildenstern : “Has it ever happened to you that, all of a sudden and for no reason at all, you haven’t the faintest idea how to spell the word — wife — or house — because when you write it down you just can’t remember ever having seen those letters in that order before…?”

This happens to me quite frequently actually and I do not believe it can all be blamed on the mere fact that I cannot, for the life of me, spell! (Thank the sweet heavens for Spell Check…really!)

Similarly, what exactly is happening when your brain is formulating words, but your mouth simply won’t say them, either correctly or in the proper sequence, so that you end up muttering something completely unlike what you are trying to articulate? The urban slang for this phenomenon is spoonerism, which, to me, sounds more like a made up word itself than a scientific explanation of what is going on, but to define it more accurately it is to switch the first letters of two adjacent words so that you end up saying “Eatings, Girthlings!” rather than “Greetings, Earthlings!” or, perhaps something more familiar like “The Fit hit the Shan.” (Which usually happens after you inadvertently utilize a spoonerism.)

I find it rather amazing how difficult it is, at times, to actually communicate (effectively). Either my mouth won’t say what my brain wants it to, or my mouth can’t quite keep up (imagine that!), or my mouth is going, but my brain hasn’t quite engaged (be nice, now!) or sometimes neither mouth nor brain knows what to do so I end up sitting there, agape, with that quintessential deer-in-the-headlights expression. Perhaps you’ve had a similar experience? (You have, I know you have, don’t deny it)

It’s often equally challenging to simply get your meaning across. You might say one thing, but your meaning may, for whatever reason, become entirely misconstrued, muddled, and otherwise, mangled. This happens a lot in my afore-referenced favourite movie, so I can think of no better way to illustrate this point but to share the following:

Rosencrantz: Do you think Death could possibly be a boat?
Guildenstern: No, no, no… death is not. Death isn’t. Take my meaning? Death is the ultimate negative. Not-being. You can’t not be on a boat.
Rosencrantz: I’ve frequently not been on boats.
Guildenstern: No, no… what you’ve been is not on boats.

There are turns of phrase, double-entendre’s, verbal faux pas, slips of the tongue, jargon, slang, rhetoric, and a thousand other languages to contend with, so how do we, at the end of the day, truly understand each other? Is it our words alone? Is it grammar, spelling, sentence structure, and diction that makes anything we say comprehensible? Or is it a common sense of mutual passions, fears, intrigues, loves, hates, sorrows, losses, likes, dislikes, cravings, yearnings, wants and needs that fill in all the blanks left by every other devise we utilize to convey our thoughts?

Guildenstern: I think I have it: A man talking sense to himself is no madder than a man talking nonsense not to himself.
Rosencrantz: Or just as mad.
Guildenstern: Or just as mad.
Rosencrantz: And he does both.
Guildenstern: So there you are.
Rosencrantz: Stark, raving sane.

Some may talk too much and others not enough, but at the end of the day isn’t it simply a Miracle that we are able to communicate and, as a result, commune with each other at all?

.

~Morgan~

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Quotes from: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern are Dead
Image of The Rosetta Stone found at: .bbc.co.uk

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Exploiting the Under Utilized

25 Wednesday Sep 2013

Posted by Morgan in Just Me Musing

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Apollo, Arch Nemesis, Autumn, Beauty, BnV, BooknVolume, Chai, creative writing, England, Joy, life, Light, Nature, photography, Photosensitivity, Ra, Scotland, Slang, Sol, Sun, Sunscreen, Superhero, Vermont, Wales, Writing, ~Morgan~

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Autumn!!

May I take a moment out of your day to express how extraordinary it is that Autumn is finally here? To put it mildly, it’s Wonderful! Spectacular! Stupendous! In fact, I feel so emphatic about the fact that I would actually exploit a highly under-utilized phrase in my vocabulary and go so far as to say that it is “F@&$%ing Brilliant”! (which apparently I won’t say, even when I say I’m going to say it) (sorry for the tease!, but surely you know me well enough by now to know that my language, ordinarily, really doesn’t consist of these sorts of exclamations) Nevertheless, this is, indeed, how excellent it is….in my book(nvolume)

Why so emotive over an otherwise relatively unremarkable event as the passing of one season into another? Well, since you ask (figuratively speaking, of course)….

Firstly, let me begin by explaining (If I haven’t elsewhere already) that the Sun, in all its radiant splendor and beauty, really doesn’t like me. I wouldn’t go so far as to say that we are mortal enemies, but I could certainly describe Dearest Sol, My Lord Apollo, The Divine Ra as my Arch Nemesis (although that would also suggest that I’m some sort of super hero, which would lead me to the unavoidable 30 minutes of requisite contemplation over a super hero name and super power, but, since that is, perhaps, best saved for another post, I won’t digress any further)(unless you care to offer any (KIND) suggestions).

In spite of the blatantly absent title, the fact remains that the sun and I are not friends, not at all. Now, don’t get me wrong, I love all the fresh fruits and vegetables Summer brings with it and I enjoy a day at the beach like most others do or a stroll on a balmy evening, but there is a reason Master Ra and I don’t get on and that reason is called (in layman’s terms) Photosensitivity to Sunlight. Odd? Yes! Annoying? Reasonably. Something I inherited genetically? Absolutely. (That perplexed look is creeping back into your expression, again, by the way.)

How does that even work? Well, to make a short story interminably long, I am a delicate creature (though no one seems to believe me whenever I say that out loud) with hyper-sensitive skin. When the sun is bright, my skin burns within minutes, I suffer exasperating rashes, and ultimately become quite ill (rather like a Dark Fey) (sorry, shameless self promotion, but it couldn’t be avoided, really). Sun block would be logical, I hear you thinking, and I would be inclined to agree, except that my hyper-sensitive skin also breaks into a rash when I use sun block, change soaps, switch laundry detergents…

(Deep breath)..So, yes, I’m very, very glad I’ve managed to survive another summer reasonably unscathed and am now able to greet the Splendor of Autumn. What’s not to like about Autumn, after all? The refreshingly cooler temperatures, the opportunity to throw on a sweater or an oversized sweatshirt, snuggle deep into a blanket (or a heap of them, depending), enjoy a steaming cup of Hazelnut Mocha Double Chai Latte (which is really just an extravagant, super-charged cup of hot cocoa) and burn candles without having to adjust the air conditioning. (So I guess, to follow my format, that was secondly, thirdly, fourthly and fifthly, respectively.)

I really ought to live in Vermont. I say that a lot, although England, Wales or Scotland would be even more (Insert Under-Utilized Expletive here) Brilliant. (eek, there it is again!) It’s simply the truth. Cool temperatures, snowy winters, breathtaking Autumns, and plenty of rain. Yes, I enjoy a lovely rainy day, fog, thunder, clouds, puddles, brollies: glorious! But then, I’m of a poetic bent of mind and (apparently) enjoy being contrary. (Or at least, distinctly individualistic).

So bring forth the golden, slanting sunlight (which oddly enough doesn’t hurt); the myriad shades of amber, crimson, russet and bronze; the jack o’ lanterns and horns of plenty; carry the sheaths into the barns singing songs of exultation; spike the punchbowl (oh sorry, that’s not until Christmas!) and bake pies, breads and crumbles that will fill the air with sweet, spicy aromas. I, for one, am entirely and expectantly ready!

Brilliant!

~Morgan~

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