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There are words you hear that go through your brain differently then they should and turn out as some bastardized version of what the person really meant. A ‘mind changer’ is what I call a word that has been misprocessed in your system and completely altered in the original array of things (refer to Orwell’s 1984 for case-in-point). How does the phrase ‘for all intents and purposes’-the correct phrase-morph into ‘for all intensive purposes’? A discovery I found only last week while reading a book and then being so full of shame that I hung my head and blushed in the privacy of my own room. But fuck it, I say. Life’s about learning from your mistakes, no?
For instance, when people say in reference to their age, “I’m dating myself,” it always wigs me out for a second or two and I’ve decided that because I interpret that to mean they are either asexual or so damn lonely they have to revert to dating themselves, I hate this saying. Now for my next ‘mind changer’-defined at beginning-I am slightly embarrassed at myself and also find it endearing and cute at the same time. Mind you, I never find myself cute, but this is one of those occasions. I know precisely what a Pulitzer is. I’ve always known. It’s one of those things where you pick up its importance right away. However, when people say ‘so & so won the Pulitzer Prize” which is the same thing (and I knew that somehow, although…), but couldn’t find what was the distinction between the two variations-in my mind-the Pulitzer and the Pulit Surprise. I knew they result in literary fame but I figured the surprise was the informal usage of Pulitzer. This was a mistake rectified long ago, yet to this day there are amazing authors all over the world being surprised with a Pulit.
This week had sort of a mind change, which I’ll get to in un memento, but the past week has been great because I was finally able to experience AmeriCorps as I imagined the whole time. There’s nothing better than sweating through your clothes, having sand and dirt caked all over your body, the combo of sweat and caked mess, having tar on you feet then hands while removing it from feet and sticking to things like glue. Take all that and add being able to wash all those beautiful things away in the ocean and with two jugs of my new obsession, Mississippi Mud Black and Tan Lager. Amazing. But the odd thing that happened was that I kept thinking I was in Ohio when we’d be driving down certain roads that resemble Ohio roads quite like how my hand resembles a bunt cake. I could not figure out the correlation of two places so opposite seeming so similar and having to remember repeatedly that I was, in fact, in Florida. It was surreal, I’m telling you. Regardless of the (not-really) façade of Ohio roads, I feel revitalized in the feeling like I have control over the happiness of my life. That my actions of careful planning and thought have in turn become the right choices and in THAT being able to allow me to go past that to explore everything that brings me joy. I live in cyclical reasoning.
I like living on the seat of my pants. Particularly the pants that have all the holes in them, they transcend cool and I want my life to be a fly by, ultra-cool, surrealist adventure.
For instance, when people say in reference to their age, “I’m dating myself,” it always wigs me out for a second or two and I’ve decided that because I interpret that to mean they are either asexual or so damn lonely they have to revert to dating themselves, I hate this saying. Now for my next ‘mind changer’-defined at beginning-I am slightly embarrassed at myself and also find it endearing and cute at the same time. Mind you, I never find myself cute, but this is one of those occasions. I know precisely what a Pulitzer is. I’ve always known. It’s one of those things where you pick up its importance right away. However, when people say ‘so & so won the Pulitzer Prize” which is the same thing (and I knew that somehow, although…), but couldn’t find what was the distinction between the two variations-in my mind-the Pulitzer and the Pulit Surprise. I knew they result in literary fame but I figured the surprise was the informal usage of Pulitzer. This was a mistake rectified long ago, yet to this day there are amazing authors all over the world being surprised with a Pulit.
This week had sort of a mind change, which I’ll get to in un memento, but the past week has been great because I was finally able to experience AmeriCorps as I imagined the whole time. There’s nothing better than sweating through your clothes, having sand and dirt caked all over your body, the combo of sweat and caked mess, having tar on you feet then hands while removing it from feet and sticking to things like glue. Take all that and add being able to wash all those beautiful things away in the ocean and with two jugs of my new obsession, Mississippi Mud Black and Tan Lager. Amazing. But the odd thing that happened was that I kept thinking I was in Ohio when we’d be driving down certain roads that resemble Ohio roads quite like how my hand resembles a bunt cake. I could not figure out the correlation of two places so opposite seeming so similar and having to remember repeatedly that I was, in fact, in Florida. It was surreal, I’m telling you. Regardless of the (not-really) façade of Ohio roads, I feel revitalized in the feeling like I have control over the happiness of my life. That my actions of careful planning and thought have in turn become the right choices and in THAT being able to allow me to go past that to explore everything that brings me joy. I live in cyclical reasoning.
I like living on the seat of my pants. Particularly the pants that have all the holes in them, they transcend cool and I want my life to be a fly by, ultra-cool, surrealist adventure.