Five Words Meme (Tea is wet...)
Respond to this meme by yelling "Words!" and I'll give you five words that remind me of you, or failing that five words for which I want to hear your associations. Post your ponderings in your journal and, if you're so inclined, invite others to do the same.
kineticphoenix gave me Mathematics, Physics, Collage, Poetry, and Nostalgia.
All these words are about connections - connections and pattern and striving for meaning. I have always strongly associated mathematics and poetry as being distillations of essences. Maximal truth in minimal surfaces. Nostalgia for me is catchphrases linking me to others in our connected past. "Tea is wet," kineticphoenix reminds me, and I say to her, "I need liquid now!" You see, a private language, a shorthand. Endearing when it strives for truth, so to speak, or at least friendship, but not when used to obscure the past or the present. Collage also is a private language, perhaps, or a way in which I try to convey my thoughts more completely than I can in words, try to connect :-), try to understand what I'm thinking. Connect inside my own head. My own act of creation. Physics underlies and underlines the mysteries of the universe, that hacknied phrase. Even more than mathematics or poetry, it dives into the deepest realms of truth, and is the background of my thought. Or so I hope.
kineticphoenix gave me Mathematics, Physics, Collage, Poetry, and Nostalgia.
All these words are about connections - connections and pattern and striving for meaning. I have always strongly associated mathematics and poetry as being distillations of essences. Maximal truth in minimal surfaces. Nostalgia for me is catchphrases linking me to others in our connected past. "Tea is wet," kineticphoenix reminds me, and I say to her, "I need liquid now!" You see, a private language, a shorthand. Endearing when it strives for truth, so to speak, or at least friendship, but not when used to obscure the past or the present. Collage also is a private language, perhaps, or a way in which I try to convey my thoughts more completely than I can in words, try to connect :-), try to understand what I'm thinking. Connect inside my own head. My own act of creation. Physics underlies and underlines the mysteries of the universe, that hacknied phrase. Even more than mathematics or poetry, it dives into the deepest realms of truth, and is the background of my thought. Or so I hope.