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Supple Cow · 09-05-2004, 11:50 AM

I miss the journals a lot, but I miss TFP even more. I've been super busy with something that I'll eventually write about, but not until it's over. For now, this short break to make my "To Expound On Later" list will have to do.

This has been a long year of difficult and painful changes for me. Last summer, I reached the height of my "effusive happiness," as a then-new acquaintance pointed out. Soon after, all the changes began. I know that my natural inclination to be happy has been what carried me through what has happened so far, as well as a small number of good changes in the form of wonderful new people in my life. Still, these days, I spend a lot of time thinking about what kind of person I am becoming.

Art, I always appreciate the precision of your words and knowing that you and ubertuber, at the very least, will read my words with the same precision. I think the most difficult part of being part of a sentient species that uses language is that words themselves don't inherently have meaning and we all have different ways of dealing with this. Some people decide that a limited vocabulary is enough as long as others know what they mean, but that always seems to create trouble with folks who use exactly the words they mean and wish to be understood in that context.

Furthermore, there are some things I think that cannot be expressed in any words that I know. Perhaps I haven't learned enough words yet. Or perhaps the English lexicon isn't rich enough to house all the thoughts that a foolhardy young woman like me can conjure. Both of these ideas bother me, but they do give me a reason to believe that there is a need that may be best met by the visual and performing arts, though I'm not sure exactly what I think about that either. It tickles me to think of how meaning gets lost in translation every moment of every day, and not just between different languages.

09-05-2004, 11:50 AM	#10 (permalink)
Supple Cow Americow, the Beautiful Location: Washington, D.C.	I miss the journals a lot, but I miss TFP even more. I've been super busy with something that I'll eventually write about, but not until it's over. For now, this short break to make my "To Expound On Later" list will have to do. This has been a long year of difficult and painful changes for me. Last summer, I reached the height of my "effusive happiness," as a then-new acquaintance pointed out. Soon after, all the changes began. I know that my natural inclination to be happy has been what carried me through what has happened so far, as well as a small number of good changes in the form of wonderful new people in my life. Still, these days, I spend a lot of time thinking about what kind of person I am becoming. Art, I always appreciate the precision of your words and knowing that you and ubertuber, at the very least, will read my words with the same precision. I think the most difficult part of being part of a sentient species that uses language is that words themselves don't inherently have meaning and we all have different ways of dealing with this. Some people decide that a limited vocabulary is enough as long as others know what they mean, but that always seems to create trouble with folks who use exactly the words they mean and wish to be understood in that context. Furthermore, there are some things I think that cannot be expressed in any words that I know. Perhaps I haven't learned enough words yet. Or perhaps the English lexicon isn't rich enough to house all the thoughts that a foolhardy young woman like me can conjure. Both of these ideas bother me, but they do give me a reason to believe that there is a need that may be best met by the visual and performing arts, though I'm not sure exactly what I think about that either. It tickles me to think of how meaning gets lost in translation every moment of every day, and not just between different languages. __________________ "I've missed more than 9000 shots in my career. I've lost almost 300 games. Twenty-six times I've been trusted to take the game winning shot and missed. I've failed over and over and over again in my life. And that is why I succeed." (Michael Jordan)