Friday, October 17, 2008
Jotting down truths
To say that i have a bit of a thing for collecting words, is a bit of an understatement. A big Bit.
When I say words, I don't mean I sit with massive glasses, a cup of orange juice in hand and a fat cat at my feet poring over a massive dictionary, meticulously writing copying entries into a red leather notebook. (On second thoughts, that's not a bad exaggeration of the truth... barring the dictionary of course.)
I have always been an enthusiastic bookworm. I remember when I was in grade one, struggling along, trying desperately to learn to read (oh come on! the word "the" is pronounced "th-e" not "tha"! silly mom...). I still said to mom once in the car, "I hate learning to read. But i know that I'll love reading when i can." and i was right.
For years I threatened to keep some kind of record of the books I read. just basic stats: title, author, my rating, short description. unfortunately, my ever increasing procrastinating habits ensured that that never came to pass.
What I did do, however, was write down other things (provided a pen and the right book were handy). Names, poems, quotes, smses and yes, even entire mxit conversations. I think I must be one of the few people in the world who has accumulated several books entirely dedicated to recording sms and mxit exchanges. (I still do it, but thanks to my fanominal "i'll do it later" skills my inbox is almost permanently full.)
Of my seemingly random selections of what to record, quotes top the list. Little tit-bits of thought to inspire, provoke or just "hmmm..." over are as important as breakfast (but that only counts for those views concerning it are approaching reverence.)
So, now that all the preliminary explanatory nonsense is done with, let's get down to business:
my quote for the now:
"What, then is truth? Truths are illusions of which one has forgotten that what they are, metaphors which are worn without serious power; coins which have lost their picture and now matter only as metal no longer as coin" Nietzsche
Hmm....
When I say words, I don't mean I sit with massive glasses, a cup of orange juice in hand and a fat cat at my feet poring over a massive dictionary, meticulously writing copying entries into a red leather notebook. (On second thoughts, that's not a bad exaggeration of the truth... barring the dictionary of course.)
I have always been an enthusiastic bookworm. I remember when I was in grade one, struggling along, trying desperately to learn to read (oh come on! the word "the" is pronounced "th-e" not "tha"! silly mom...). I still said to mom once in the car, "I hate learning to read. But i know that I'll love reading when i can." and i was right.
For years I threatened to keep some kind of record of the books I read. just basic stats: title, author, my rating, short description. unfortunately, my ever increasing procrastinating habits ensured that that never came to pass.
What I did do, however, was write down other things (provided a pen and the right book were handy). Names, poems, quotes, smses and yes, even entire mxit conversations. I think I must be one of the few people in the world who has accumulated several books entirely dedicated to recording sms and mxit exchanges. (I still do it, but thanks to my fanominal "i'll do it later" skills my inbox is almost permanently full.)
Of my seemingly random selections of what to record, quotes top the list. Little tit-bits of thought to inspire, provoke or just "hmmm..." over are as important as breakfast (but that only counts for those views concerning it are approaching reverence.)
So, now that all the preliminary explanatory nonsense is done with, let's get down to business:
my quote for the now:
"What, then is truth? Truths are illusions of which one has forgotten that what they are, metaphors which are worn without serious power; coins which have lost their picture and now matter only as metal no longer as coin" Nietzsche
Hmm....
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