In The Last 24 Hours

In the last 24 hours I've...

...watched 2 episodes of Dora the Explorer and 1 episode of Blues Clues

...been outsmarted by a 1 1/2 year old

...been inside a projection room for the first time

...discussed tight pants with a girl from New York

...had my speech compared to that of a drunken Scot--by a girl from Edinburough

...planned a comic at 1 in the morning

...taken a detour due to a melted freeway

...realized that while I'm 30 and my nephew is 5, we still dress the same

...looked out the window in May, an hour from the coast, and have seen rain

Linguistic Excavation

My achilles heel has always been communication. When I was younger, I used to stutter when was frustrated or excited, and mumble horribly when I wasn't. Nowadays I just have a tendency to skip over words, pause in the middle of my sentences, or to just simply fire out analogies and metaphors in a manner not dissimilar to the use of mortars on a well fortified military bunker.

I'm often accused of not thinking my thoughts through. Rather, I find, myself thinking carefully, refining concepts and relationships and logical proofs. My brain processes the world in little shapes of thought. Unfortunately, my words never seem to fit right over them. In fact, it's much like reaching into a child's closet, for a shirt that is supposed to fit, and after an agony of struggling, and pulling sleeves around bony little elbows, finding that the shirt is sewn wrong, or mis-labeled, or that it belongs in his sister's closet.

Language can be hard for me. Their meanings can be much more fluid than I desire, and they usually get in the way. They are a shovel. A useful tool, with which I always manage to dig myself into a whole.