Tautology

A redundancy; embellishment; fecund; logorrhea; prodigality; superfluous; verbose.

That is only a sampling of the many terms I found that are, essentially, the same thing. Is this necessarily a good or bad thing? I mean, I am in no way condoning a language where there are only seven adjectives (if so what would you choose? curious...) but at the same time there is a certain efficiency to not having synonyms. Of course, they do help prevent unnecessary repetition in writing: no one wants to read something like

The brown dog jumped over the brown fence and then over the brown stream to get into the brown barn

but there must be a peaceful common ground, no? Somewhere between redundant and *take your pick of the above*. At least I hope so.

Now, you may be wondering from whence this reflection came. Actually, you might not be. It's not as if there is any sense or order or flow to our blog. That would be ridiculous. Although, I personally find it far more interesting to know why people find things interesting than the interesting things themselves. In any case, I was merely wondering about how far lexophilia can go. I've professed as myself that I love words, but there is a difference between love and obsession.

Example time! I love words. And like words, I also love, say... star wars. Ok? But my love for those things doesn't mean I automatically love everything about them. if family guy made a star wars spoof (which they did, and I saw it) I will not love it immediately. In fact, just the opposite. It was rather rubbish- excluding the doc who reference. brilliant- and that may or may not be related to my loathing for family guy. It's trash.

What I am slowly, circumspectly getting at is the difference between love and blind. Of course, the former is the latter. And yet if someone told me they loved *insert example here*, and I remembered something involving *insert something here* but it was terrible; would that other person enjoy this something?

Indefinite clauses are not helping. let's try this again. my friend Pasha loves words. And I can respect that. But if some random (pitiful noun, but accurate) mentions a word she likes, let's say "precocious" [love it too], then she loves whatever this random does. I may be slightly off base here, but she sent me a link to a youtube video that I could not stand. The singer had a raspy, abrasive voice. The lyrics weren't bad, but that one clever adjective doesn't redeem the suckiness of the rest of the song does it?

If you only like something because it's about something you love, is that appreciation or selective ignorance?

Returning to adjectives from a different route: George Orwell's 1984 is a futuristic novel (it was written in the fifties) about an overbearing Big Brother. And this government agency, in an attempt to prevent uprisings or resistance, removes select words from the language- which is a global constant at this point. Inasmuch, the idea and concept of freedom or liberty is removed from the language along with the words. They have whole departments dedicated to the editing and deletion of these dangerous words, but of course this is a slippery slope to censorship. The ministry of truth has nothing to do with verity, but rather in lying to the masses. There is a lack of language to accurately express their feelings, and so they don't feel anything at all.

Parallel to the REAL WORLD (because novels are fake, apparently?); in the few, backwoods countries where gay marriage is not legal- thank god I'm canadian (GO GOLD MEDALS!)- there is no word for the bond that longstanding couples share. They are far more than boyfriend or girlfriend, but husband/wife is not only inaccurate but little more than a mirror of hetero relationships. Until there is a word to truly describe just how gay partnerships work, there will never be true equality. The 26 little symbols that make up any idea or concept in the english language are slowly becoming the only way to convey thoughts. from a passing thought in my mind, to the way I write it down, to the way someone reads it:

Imagine a picture, splendid with colours and nuances. then send it through a scanner, but this particular scanner has only black and white shades and pitifully low resolution. On the other side, the picture is restored as best can be to full colour and detail, but the quality is not quite the same. That's how the alphabet works. And without the proper words, the picture itself can't even be sent.

Let's lighten the mood here. From our mutual friend Anna, who would like to join our blog in part: her input.

ATTENTION PLEASE
NEW BLOGGER AHEAD/prepare for skill

3...2...1...
blast off

so today is Fat Tuesday, also know as Mardi Gras or "The day I stuff my face with any kind of trans or saturated fats within arms' reach"
.'. THA BEST

My father has graciously agreed to order my all time favourite, 'Wings Up!'
and yes it is actually spelt with an exclamation point because it is so flippin' good. If you haven't had Wings Up! you have yet to discover the bliss that is chicken wings. *FUN FACT*: The flat wings or less experienced counterparts of the drumsticks are actually referred to as BANJOS... who knew? (the nasty gothic chick at the Upper Middle Wings Up! knew)

You'll never want to sink your teeth into another piece of meat; the glossy orange lucious meat chunks are sweet yet meat which is exactly what I love in chicken form. So in your spare time, get some Wings Up! and be satisfied.

Enjoy your fat Tuesday, don't be a pig...
just kidding be as much of a pig as you can possibly be it's the whole point of FAT Tuesday.

Act fat
Get fat
BE fat
(then sit down and feel like crap because you'll put yourself down and look in the mirror and call yourself fat and squish yourself in a ball of self pity and dread the unbearable stomach ache that is developing in your body... that's what I'm gonna do anyways, and it'll all be worth it :))

AP