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Wednesday, December 24, 2003
apropos lindsay vaughan
Lindsay Vaughan has been at the top of my blogroll for quite some time now, but she deep-sixed that site equally long ago, so the link has been pretty useless. I have finally remedied this -- actually, I just plain old fixed it -- so that it now goes to her new blog, www.frog-star.net. There must be a story behind the name, as, come to think of it, there is behind every name, word, turn of phrase, glance, passing thought, passionate ideology, and let's see... spam subject line. My recent favorite being "I remember you from last night." Wow, huh? What prodigious mental powers! But with all that free-flowing Vicodin and whatnot out there, I guess remembering your own name is an accomplishment. I've been there, so I mustn't be harsh. OK, so I remember you from last night too. This could be the beginning of something, if not beautiful, at least marginally memorable.
Speaking of being harsh, that's why Lindsay sits froglike atop my blogroll. Because, yes, I was quite harsh to her. As some of you may recall. Thus proving, as I am wont to do -- or just plain old do, I guess -- what a bad person I am. But Lindsay recovered with grace and aplomb, and in the process won me over. I've become a fan. And she writes interesting letters -- a rarity, as I needn't remind you lot! -- and blogs about dreams in which Saturn sheds it rings like sunbursts, paraphrasing her quite closely here, and that's more interesting than many things might be, though I haven't paid very much attention to many things these last few years, having
lost in large measure my interest in life. Try not to let this happen to you, as it's quite difficult to get back. Entropy: takes more energy to retrieve what is lost than to lose it. Heat being one of those things, as in thermodynamics. Passion, as in dynamics of an
altogether different sort, yet perversely obeying the Second Law just when you thought it was safe to go back into samsara. Anyway, Lindsay's pretty cool. Her one serious failing, as far as I can see, is that she has a husband. Nonetheless, I have learned, through necessity, to make allowances for these sorts of things. I like her.
Which is why I was especially worried when I read what she wrote several days ago about people who use big words and pretend they're smarter than they really are. She especially seemed to have it in for people who say things like "apropos" -- as I did on this very blog just last week, to wit: "...apropos The Real Difficulty." Saying "to wit" is probably a further offense. It's just that I always wanted so much to sound like William F, Buckley, but also say "motherfucker" a lot. Now you tell me. Am I just being paranoid (again), or does this sound like someone you know?
"...the fact that a person is articulate and chooses to use big words in everything he communicates does not necessarily mean that he is intelligent. For all you know he briefed himself with a dictionary before speaking, or flipped through one every five minutes while writing that essay that amazed you so much the first time you read it. Read it again and ask yourself how many of those big words were necessary. Is it really worth it to sacrifice clear communication for the sake of appearing intelligent?"
Do you have any idea how many dictionaries I have? Many, many. Though I hardly ever look at them, except the ones on my various hard drives. The big OED is so heavy, and I have to use the magnifying glass, even though, no, it's not the two-volume microtype job but the full-monty 20 tallboys. I won't bore you with my predilection for lexicography and Indo-European root lemmas. Oh no, I'm doing it again!
So I would have been pretty convinced Lindsay was talking about me, except she also writes: "You will never see him post a photo of himself making a stupid facial expression, because that would interfere with the image he's trying to pound into your skull." Here I have evidence, which is offered as Exhibit A, directly below (art by Pluto Krozabeeep). Not to mention my new virtual pet, Mouseover, and his pal the blue chicken. So I think I'm safe. I think...
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I don't even have a camera. But all these people were linking to "my photos."
It was embarassing. It's still embarassing. But I'm used to that.
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