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Everything You Always Wanted to Know about Whatsaname The Ghost of Jayne's Lost Sock is currently running The Daily Poem and her latest prompt concerns Lethologica. Which, as I’m sure we didn’t know, is the temporary inability to retrieve a specific word. Apparently, it’s also called “tip-of-the-tongue phenomenon.” This is something that I have an increasing familiarity with, especially when writing. I can know exactly what I want to write and then, seconds later, when I come to the point of typing the most important word, I find it’s gone. It matters not that I knew the word mere moments ago, somehow it has departed my brain and refuses to return. Of course, I can think of plenty of words that mean approximately, or even almost exactly, the same. But that won’t do - not while I know that the precise word exists and has to be used. I’m picky like that. At that point, I usually resort to Andrea, defining the word to her and waiting while she cycles through the possibilities. Sometimes it’s possible to get Google to do the same. So it’s not an insurmountable problem. Just time-wasting, that’s all. But it’s as nothing compared to Andrea’s experience of the phenomenon. Hers is very different from my sudden absence of the word. She finds that some other word has pushed its way in front of the chosen one and now insists on being said before the right one can be said. With her, it’s a matter of speech, not writing, and she cannot use the chosen word until she has spoken the imposter. So she might ask someone how their refrigerator is doing, instead of enquiring about their grandson’s health. And the use of the wrong word immediately releases the original choice and it can be said. Which means that she can then explain that she didn’t mean “refrigerator” and understanding is restored. It seems that this lethologica is a complex thing and can take many forms. The fact that it happens most often when I’m writing should have made me aware of the fact. But Andrea’s experience shows that it can be entirely the other way round as well. Certainly worth further investigation, methinks. Word count: 356 |
On Tininess I was watching a video on YouTube when I noticed a tiny speck making its way across the screen. At first, I thought it was a flaw in the video but, when I reached out to touch it, it took flight and wove a haphazard path through the air and into the darkness beyond the screen. It was so small, right on the edge of human vision, and I marvelled that it could survive with winter coming on so swiftly here in the northeast. We refuse to resort to heating before November at the earliest. But back to the little flying insect. The tiny creature was far too small for any details to be made out. So I have to surmise it was an insect with wings. What else could it have been? The really remarkable thing about it, however, was its demonstration of life in so infinitesimally tiny a speck. How can life cram all those complex organs and instructions into so miniscule a body? Legs (it was walking when I first saw it), wings, presumably even eyes of some type. It doesn’t seem possible. Which is a silly thought that was, when we consider the existence of microscopic forms of life - bacteria, single celled creatures and the like. But, even so, my tiny visitor has so much more contained within his minimal allotment of space. How endlessly amazing is the world. And how difficult it is to find so many different ways to say, “small.” Word count: 247 |
The Truth One of the strange things about me is that I like answering questionnaires. Actually, I’m probably not alone in that, seeing that most of us like talking about ourselves. A questionnaire is just my excuse for doing so. It’s not normal for me to talk a lot about myself - I need an excuse. And that’s why I have made a habit of answering Lilli’s Question of the Day. Sometimes I wonder whether it’s wise to be so free with information about myself. In these paranoic days of identity theft and the like, it may seem better to keep things hidden. And I do, to some extent. I don’t always answer with the truth, for instance. Humour is an excellent way of hiding the truth while keeping folks entertained. It’s also a way of disguising things that you’re not comfortable with being known completely. In vino veritas maybe, but many a true word said in jest. So you won’t be able to assume that, when I make a joke, I’m lying. It might be that I’m just telling the truth in an indirect way. The net result is that my answers to Lilli’s questions are a mixture of the truth and fabrications of one kind or another. I do try to be honest but there are times when it wouldn’t be a good idea. And, if anyone’s storing all my answers for some nefarious purpose, they’re wasting their time. They’re all a massive contradiction of each other. But I had fun telling them and I hope you do too. Word count: 258 |
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Twilight Time What's the point of a vampire that refuses to suck human blood? You'd end up with just an ordinary boyfriend with the added disadvantage of unconverted vampires and werewolves causing constant problems. Get yourself a poet boyfriend instead - at least they have the same romantically pallid and unhealthy complexion. Word count: 49 |
Naming Characters Naming characters is important. For instance, thanks to the Matrix, one can no longer name a character Mr Anderson without the reader promouncing it in the lifeless tones of Agent Smith. Of course, if that's the effect one wants... |
The Only Living Boy in New York Just stumbled upon a recent video of Paul Simon being interviewed and found it most interesting. It seems he’s losing his hearing and the thought resonated with me and my fear of losing my sight. It was a point of contact, perhaps. But then he started talking about how the songs for his latest album came to him. And they came in a dream. Bingo, I thought, that’s exactly what happens to me sometimes. Once again, I was reminded that “your old men will dream dreams” Joel 2:28, Acts 2:17. That has become almost a motto of mine over the last few years. It seems it’s true. Anyway, Paul went on from there to thoughts of life, death and old age, all so familiar to me - although mine might be a bit more focused. Writers are so logical, you know. It was nice to hear that I’m not the only one experiencing old age in such a manner. The video is below if you’re interested. Most of the stuff I’ve been talking about is in the first few minutes but you’ll probably be caught and listen to the whole thing. Be warned. Word count: 194 |
Lockdown Lately I’ve seen a lot of people reflecting on the changes the covid lockdown made in their lives and how they’re still working through it. That’s understandable but, for some, it’s effect was minimal. The old, for instance, with many of them being housebound already. For them, little changed apart from longer waits to get an order from dial-up deliveries. And then there were those few who had changed already and saw it coming. Word count: 74 |
A Must Read Avocado I don’t normally approve of books written by celebrities but I’ve found the exception that proves the rule - a book by a celebrity who is worth listening to (or reading) every day. Here’s the video that taught me that Bob Mortimer writes books as well as being the funniest and most likable man in the world: Word count: 56 |