a tearing sound...
...and the folds of time and space are torn asunder, permitting sol to once again return to this place, this oft-forgotten blog. Apparently, the year is 2010. WELCOME TO THE FUTURE. Any attempt to summarize the months since my last substantial post would be woefully inadequate, so this post serves primarily as a means of motivating myself to start writing again. Writing to whom, I know not. The internet's duality of intimacy and anonymity is an interesting quirk, to be sure.
Oh, how I have missed words. It's amazing that I enjoy playing with these little characters so much, yet partake in the activity so rarely. I, of course, spend all my time at work in front of a screen writing, but it is in languages that do not favor things such as humor, abstract ideas, HUMANITY. Nay, I write in the cold hard typography of the computer, which only accepts perfectly constructed logical syntax and semantics. In comparison, toying with the verbiage the English language permits is akin to first realizing that you can put the LEGOs together in ANY WAY YOU SEE FIT, rather than merely following the instructions provided.
Oh, how I have missed words. It's amazing that I enjoy playing with these little characters so much, yet partake in the activity so rarely. I, of course, spend all my time at work in front of a screen writing, but it is in languages that do not favor things such as humor, abstract ideas, HUMANITY. Nay, I write in the cold hard typography of the computer, which only accepts perfectly constructed logical syntax and semantics. In comparison, toying with the verbiage the English language permits is akin to first realizing that you can put the LEGOs together in ANY WAY YOU SEE FIT, rather than merely following the instructions provided.