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Friday, May 21, 2004
The one without a title
Your thin end for today:
Stygian.
What a word, huh?
I love that word, so evocative, so emotive, so dark...
Main Entry: sty·gian
Pronunciation: sti-j(E-)&n
Function: adjective
Usage: often capitalized
Etymology: Latin stygius, from Greek stygios, from Styg-, Styx Styx
1 : of or relating to the river Styx
2 : extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding
The river Styx is one of 5 rivers that separates Hades (Hell, or the Underworld) from the world of the living. Styx is the River of Hate.
I hate the dark, it scares me shitless. I've always hated it ever since I was little. When I was a kid, we had a stable, up on the top terraced area - several flights of concrete steps and some distance away from the house. Occasionally, Mum would let us sleep up there in the haybarn end. Raewyn used to scare the bejaysus out of me knowing full well that I wouldn't brave the concrete steps and the moreporks by myself in the stygian night (there's ya word, folks) to scamper back to Mum. Not if she didn't let me take the torch. So, here we were sleeping in a haybarn with me terrified of the dark and worrying about the morepork in the tree, when all the time it was probably full of rats and mice and Goddess knows what else.
I never could get my priorities in the right order.
Morticia, Morticia
Dressed all in black
Long dark hair falling
Away down your back
Searching for something
Washed up in the wrack
A treasure worthy of the finding
~~ "Heaven holds a sense of wonder..." - Sarah McLachlan ~~
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Stygian.
What a word, huh?
I love that word, so evocative, so emotive, so dark...
Main Entry: sty·gian
Pronunciation: sti-j(E-)&n
Function: adjective
Usage: often capitalized
Etymology: Latin stygius, from Greek stygios, from Styg-, Styx Styx
1 : of or relating to the river Styx
2 : extremely dark, gloomy, or forbidding
The river Styx is one of 5 rivers that separates Hades (Hell, or the Underworld) from the world of the living. Styx is the River of Hate.
I hate the dark, it scares me shitless. I've always hated it ever since I was little. When I was a kid, we had a stable, up on the top terraced area - several flights of concrete steps and some distance away from the house. Occasionally, Mum would let us sleep up there in the haybarn end. Raewyn used to scare the bejaysus out of me knowing full well that I wouldn't brave the concrete steps and the moreporks by myself in the stygian night (there's ya word, folks) to scamper back to Mum. Not if she didn't let me take the torch. So, here we were sleeping in a haybarn with me terrified of the dark and worrying about the morepork in the tree, when all the time it was probably full of rats and mice and Goddess knows what else.
I never could get my priorities in the right order.
Morticia, Morticia
Dressed all in black
Long dark hair falling
Away down your back
Searching for something
Washed up in the wrack
A treasure worthy of the finding
~~ "Heaven holds a sense of wonder..." - Sarah McLachlan ~~
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Wednesday, May 19, 2004
Time out
Your thin end for today:
We are all part of a masquerade ball
And we all know all of the guests
This Life is the mask we are wearing
And the costume in which we are dressed
Some in finery that's very becoming
Some in rags, that is all they possess
A fascade to display to the masses
Kings and pawns in a big game of chess
I think there might be more to that to come yet...
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We are all part of a masquerade ball
And we all know all of the guests
This Life is the mask we are wearing
And the costume in which we are dressed
Some in finery that's very becoming
Some in rags, that is all they possess
A fascade to display to the masses
Kings and pawns in a big game of chess
I think there might be more to that to come yet...
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Tuesday, May 18, 2004
How come...
Your thin end for today:
Geez, life is silly sometimes. Well nature is, anyway.
I want purple hair. I'm not afraid to admit it. But to change my natural hair colour (which is a particularly ordinary shade of Ennui, um...and gray) I have to slather my head in this vile smelling, stinging, staining chemical stuff for half an hour. And then my hair will turn red instead of purple anyway.
Shit happens.
But getting back to the foibles of Mother nature, how come a rose can have purple, an iris can have purple and so can a budgie, but I blimmin can't, hmmm? What makes them so special?
I reckon I would look better in purple than any stupid bird ever did.
And speaking of hair, Heather came home and said she found a louse on her head at school today. And she was right. She had a nice wee infestation setting up camp on her scalp. Not any more, though. Last time we had nits in the house was 2 years ago and then it was Adam who had the problem. He is quite safe this time, seeing as how he decided to use the clippers on himself the other night and his handiwork necessitated the application of said clippers across his entire skull. Shame I didn't have the guts to match his efforts in the length department - I think he would freeze if it was that short all over. I don't think a louse could survive up there now.
Guess who has class photos on Friday, too??
Hehe... shameless.
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Geez, life is silly sometimes. Well nature is, anyway.
I want purple hair. I'm not afraid to admit it. But to change my natural hair colour (which is a particularly ordinary shade of Ennui, um...and gray) I have to slather my head in this vile smelling, stinging, staining chemical stuff for half an hour. And then my hair will turn red instead of purple anyway.
Shit happens.
But getting back to the foibles of Mother nature, how come a rose can have purple, an iris can have purple and so can a budgie, but I blimmin can't, hmmm? What makes them so special?
I reckon I would look better in purple than any stupid bird ever did.
And speaking of hair, Heather came home and said she found a louse on her head at school today. And she was right. She had a nice wee infestation setting up camp on her scalp. Not any more, though. Last time we had nits in the house was 2 years ago and then it was Adam who had the problem. He is quite safe this time, seeing as how he decided to use the clippers on himself the other night and his handiwork necessitated the application of said clippers across his entire skull. Shame I didn't have the guts to match his efforts in the length department - I think he would freeze if it was that short all over. I don't think a louse could survive up there now.
Guess who has class photos on Friday, too??
Hehe... shameless.
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Sunday, May 16, 2004
Timeless
Your thin end for today:
Do you ever stop to think about the people who invented things that you take for granted in your life? Like telephones and cars and light bulbs and knowing how to measure deep time?
Not me, I never do, too shallow and boring to do that. But some other people obviously do.
The Age of the Earth is a rather intersting site for those who want to know how old their piece of rock is. Of course, the ability to date this way owes it's creation to a Good Keen Kiwi Bloke - Ernest Rutherford. This article was published by the Herald in the past week to mark the centenary of Rutherford's discovery.
To put Humanity in perspective for ya, I quote the bottom of the Herald article:
" ...a human lifespan is the merest of motes. If the history of the Earth could be compressed into a single year starting at midnight on January 1, then our first human ancestors didn't show up until late in the afternoon on December 31; all recorded history happens in the last 15 seconds before midnight. There is a profound aspect to deep time. Rutherford's research toppled the last pillar of a dogmatic human-centric universe.
To some, these revolutions have demoted humanity to transient apes, adrift in an endless and indifferent universe. Yet we apparently insignificant creatures can look into the unknown, explore it, measure it and, ultimately, understand it. One hundred years ago Rutherford beamed a light into the abyss of time."
Can you say "wow"??
Mind you, by the time 15 seconds to midnight rolls around, everyone is already pissed. No wonder the world is such a fucked up place.
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Do you ever stop to think about the people who invented things that you take for granted in your life? Like telephones and cars and light bulbs and knowing how to measure deep time?
Not me, I never do, too shallow and boring to do that. But some other people obviously do.
The Age of the Earth is a rather intersting site for those who want to know how old their piece of rock is. Of course, the ability to date this way owes it's creation to a Good Keen Kiwi Bloke - Ernest Rutherford. This article was published by the Herald in the past week to mark the centenary of Rutherford's discovery.
To put Humanity in perspective for ya, I quote the bottom of the Herald article:
" ...a human lifespan is the merest of motes. If the history of the Earth could be compressed into a single year starting at midnight on January 1, then our first human ancestors didn't show up until late in the afternoon on December 31; all recorded history happens in the last 15 seconds before midnight. There is a profound aspect to deep time. Rutherford's research toppled the last pillar of a dogmatic human-centric universe.
To some, these revolutions have demoted humanity to transient apes, adrift in an endless and indifferent universe. Yet we apparently insignificant creatures can look into the unknown, explore it, measure it and, ultimately, understand it. One hundred years ago Rutherford beamed a light into the abyss of time."
Can you say "wow"??
Mind you, by the time 15 seconds to midnight rolls around, everyone is already pissed. No wonder the world is such a fucked up place.
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