Wrd.
Word words words, ohmygosh, and books!
In my eighteen (almost nineteen) years of research, I’ve witnessed the immense power of words, and their strength in bindings. I’ve always considered my brother more of a precocious reader than I, and I do believe that we both uplift our father on the highest pedestal, constructed entirely out of the seemingly endless volumes he has consumed. I appreciate deft wordplay, though I have no doubt that the higher forms of the art would gracefully pass over my head, if not cause it to burst. I like words that sound pretty.
As a first-year college student, a disciple of academia, I believe it falls upon me now to make damn sure that I don’t leave this institution without a better understanding of what can happen between pages. Though it may just be the stark absence of a social life that affords me this willingness to whittle away the hours, I do intend get me some culture.
For example, I’ve oft heard that Mark Twain is a generally swell author, but I don’t think I’ve ever read anything by him. I know I read ‘Silent Spring’ years ago, for some well-meaning book report, but I don’t remember a damn thing worth mentioning.
I’ll be reading more, for reals this time.
Additionally: Wordie! “Like Flickr, but without the photos.” (Stolen from Unfogged (stolen from TechCrunch))