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The best I can come up with...
During this past week, I have found myself increasingly describing things as "interesting," a word that means nothing, really.
It reminds me of my Houston period, before returning to Colorado, during which I kept catching myself saying "what I need to do is—" followed by some words about what needed doing.
Repeated often enough in Houston, the phrase had a cloying effect on me. The same can be said for this current craze with "interesting."
I've taken a bye this week in the LJ Idol competition, having decided it was high time to take one for no particularly good reason. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that I took full advantage of the lack of (external) compulsion to write during the recent holiday season.
More to the point, although I thought my most recent effort—relating the story of how Wendell (not his name, BTW) got is martini glass—was a perfectly reasonable piece, I cannot but wonder why it would take the mechanism of something like LJ Idol (responding to a prompt within a given period of time) to move me away from bottom dead center when it comes to writing about it?
Galina and I spied a magnificent fox downtown this past Wednesday, during a little just-for-the-heck-of-it jaunt . I came out from between a couple of cars on the east side of Lewis Street, near the Methodist Thrift Shop, and for the first few milliseconds of its appearance, my brain registerd "dog," until the tail came into view. It reminded me of the incident, back in 1991 (when I was renting an office over the movie theater), when a bear ambled into the front door of the drug store on Main Street, browsed the shelves for a while, and then lumbered out the back before the animal control people could get there.
The decks are mercifully clear as we head into the weekend. And I fear the only way to deal with having taken a bye in LJ Idol is to hunker down and write something anyway.
Cheers...
It reminds me of my Houston period, before returning to Colorado, during which I kept catching myself saying "what I need to do is—" followed by some words about what needed doing.
Repeated often enough in Houston, the phrase had a cloying effect on me. The same can be said for this current craze with "interesting."
I've taken a bye this week in the LJ Idol competition, having decided it was high time to take one for no particularly good reason. This may or may not have anything to do with the fact that I took full advantage of the lack of (external) compulsion to write during the recent holiday season.
More to the point, although I thought my most recent effort—relating the story of how Wendell (not his name, BTW) got is martini glass—was a perfectly reasonable piece, I cannot but wonder why it would take the mechanism of something like LJ Idol (responding to a prompt within a given period of time) to move me away from bottom dead center when it comes to writing about it?
Galina and I spied a magnificent fox downtown this past Wednesday, during a little just-for-the-heck-of-it jaunt . I came out from between a couple of cars on the east side of Lewis Street, near the Methodist Thrift Shop, and for the first few milliseconds of its appearance, my brain registerd "dog," until the tail came into view. It reminded me of the incident, back in 1991 (when I was renting an office over the movie theater), when a bear ambled into the front door of the drug store on Main Street, browsed the shelves for a while, and then lumbered out the back before the animal control people could get there.
The decks are mercifully clear as we head into the weekend. And I fear the only way to deal with having taken a bye in LJ Idol is to hunker down and write something anyway.
Cheers...
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But vocabulary exercise or not, I suspect finding new descriptions is always a good thing.
Cheers...
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I hope that's not the way it came across, because that wasn't their intent, nor mine.
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That, or edited it to say "'allergic' to saying "what we have to do is...'" (as it is, any time I catch myself even thinking of considering the possibility of maybe electing to say something like that, I find myself consciously changing course).
Cheers...
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