Friday, February 25, 2011
Shingles? I'll Have to Look it Up.
Well I don't quite know what or for that matter particularly wanna know what shingles are, but an educated guess would be flakes on the skin by virtue that shingles adorn the exterior of a house and since I'm a carpenter. What confused me is that I mixed up "shingles" with "rickets." Chi Chi Rodríguez had rickets. Said he had the disease on an interview many years ago but he never explained what it was then, so til today I still don't know what rickets is. Just something that wasn't fashionable. All things considered, there are more words in the vocabulary that you don't know the meaning of, than there are words that you do know the meaning of, even if you tally in all those words that you been forget the meaning of by now. As you probably realized, it's late. But thanks nonetheless for stopping by.
I've been kinda busy to keep up with posting lately. NOT posting. How in tarnation do you describe a negative entity without manufacturing nonsense. For example donut, you don't describe the middle of the donut since that part is simply not there. You talk of donuts in terms of the substance that you are able to chew. Suffice it as there is this, and there is that, as in, when the opportunity did afford itself to hammer out a post, I actually been forget what I had jotted down mentally for a post. Btw, 90-proof Pulitzer material. Nobel, the same year. It's still there inside the brain, analogous to the things that get posted on the Internet, it'll be there forever. Existentialism. A word that once instilled my very being with the grandest of expectations. Then I found out that existentialism meant nothingness, or the belief that existence wasn't real, or something along those lines, or those bleeping philosophers really threw me a curve.