The Waiting Room
On Ed's weblog a few days ago, he said he felt his life was approaching an invisible crossroads. Myself, I've been in this cramped, metaphoric waiting room for the longest time, mentally and physically—dwelling in various places, renting, borrowing, or otherwise using someone else's furniture and living space, and always being subjected to someone else's living standards and particulars—and more often than not, these are irrational and crazy due to the insanity of the owners of said spaces.
But soon my lifestyle will change dramatically. Marisa and I will be living in a tiny basement-turned-apartment (renovated by her parents, who are hardy, industrious people for their age, though not of the best health), and the rules will be our own, the stuff will be our own—though we owe much to other people in helping us get to that state. It's a small, cute little living space where even two people will bump into each other now and again.
And I can't wait.
Growing up, we take things for granted; I sure did. But you know what I don't take for granted now? The fact that now I have my own toaster and big TV and kitchenware. I've always had many possessions, sure, but we're talking books, CDs, VHS tapes, and endless stacks of paper. Now we're talking about real grown-up stuff. It's pretty cool.
I may not be able to tack up as many posters as I used to, but next to those nice framed pictures and amidst all that blank wall space will be that map of Middle-Earth tapestry and a pair of swords. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Word of the Day
My online sobriquet represents an ideal—still extant—that I can only hope to one day manifest in the written word.
But soon my lifestyle will change dramatically. Marisa and I will be living in a tiny basement-turned-apartment (renovated by her parents, who are hardy, industrious people for their age, though not of the best health), and the rules will be our own, the stuff will be our own—though we owe much to other people in helping us get to that state. It's a small, cute little living space where even two people will bump into each other now and again.
And I can't wait.
Growing up, we take things for granted; I sure did. But you know what I don't take for granted now? The fact that now I have my own toaster and big TV and kitchenware. I've always had many possessions, sure, but we're talking books, CDs, VHS tapes, and endless stacks of paper. Now we're talking about real grown-up stuff. It's pretty cool.
I may not be able to tack up as many posters as I used to, but next to those nice framed pictures and amidst all that blank wall space will be that map of Middle-Earth tapestry and a pair of swords. Plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose.
Word of the Day
My online sobriquet represents an ideal—still extant—that I can only hope to one day manifest in the written word.
posted by Jeff LaSala at 1:27 AM
8 Comments:
All that said, I *have* been independent from my parents for many years now, too. It's just that on my own, I've still had to jump around and be subjected to *other* authorities in small ways.
Yes, Darren, bills *do* suck. They're so unreasonable, those bill-senders, expecting us to pay for electricity and phone service!
Dictionary.com will serve you better, Ed (note my link to it?). *Although* M-W does have that cool feature where they'll pronounce words for you. That's fun.
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It would be coolest if you linked the actual word to its dictionary.com page.
Just an exhortation.
But why encourage such consummate indolence? I think it's enough to provide a link to Dictionary.com.
I don't think it would do that... I think it would just make it easier to learn.. I'm more likely to click on the work I don't know than I am to go to dictionary.com and then TYPE IT IN. I mean, I came here to read stuff, not to do a bunch of work!
True, but if you're at all curious, then going and typing the word commits it better to your memory, increasing the chance the word and its meaning will *stick* in your brain. If you're too lazy to go, then you're content to not know a new word. :) You buy that?
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OK, that's the last time I push a button on a website just to see what it does. Delete... *duh*!
In a language class I was in several years ago, a statistic about how many times you had to use a word before it would stick in your memory was tossed about. Turns out it was something like and average of 15 times, and factors like not being a native speaker would change that average.
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