Monday, January 25, 2010


I really like words. I like their power and their ability to paint pictures.  I started college as a journalism major because I wanted to get paid to write and I knew I didn't enjoy writing fiction. Print journalism seemed like my only other avenue.  I soon found out journalism wasn't a good fit either... I felt suffocated.  Journalism was writing but it didn't fulfill my need to be creative.  I make no claims about my writing talents but I do enjoy it immensely. Blogging has been a good outlet for me (especially since I've allowed myself to write about whatever rumbles through my heart or head).

I appreciate others who can use words to connect with people. Songwriters amaze me.  To put words to music and still preserve your message is truly a skill.  Of course there are those who just make up words like Mike Doughty or string them together in nonsensical ways like Michael Stipe.  I adore both of these men. (I am currently obsessing over Sad Man Happy Man.  The lyric "My guitar is très bizarre" always tickles me for some unknown reason.)

I am the kind of person who keeps a little book to record things that strike me.  I know I'll never remember them but really want to, so I write them down.  I'm not talking about events or observations (that's what I have my blog for).  I mean written words that move me.  

This is just a random slice of my little book. Just on these small pages I have captured the words of Menicus, Sir Thomas Browne, the Bible, John Vance Cheney, T.S. Eliot, Albert Camus, Somerset Maugham, Edgar Allan Poe, Abraham Lincoln, Bertrand Russell.  All words that have struck a chord in me somewhere on a given day at some point in my life.  Words I want to remember.  

The more we contemplate other's words, the more words we ourselves will have.  The computer term "Garbage In Garbage Out" can easily be applied to our minds.  A quote I had heard years ago and was recently motivated to find again (because I didn't write it down... thank God for Google) is sometimes attributed to Eleanor Roosevelt and sometimes to Admiral Hyman Rickover, the Father of the Nuclear Navy, both of whom quoted it but probably neither of them gave birth to it...

Great minds discuss ideas
Average minds discuss events
Small minds discuss people

Sometimes my mind is small... very small, but I take some comfort in knowing there are days that it is great (and of course average gets it's fair share of my days too).  I want great words to be like my favorite worn-out pair of yoga pants (um, not that I do yoga... I just like the pants). The thing I am most comfortable in and turn to again and again.  

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Random love is always welcomed...