Back in August, I discussed becoming Willy Wonka, and specifically how I used to have trouble with that but was now onto something big. Well, good news! My costume is nearly finished, with only one and a half pieces left (explanations below). Frankly, I am absurdly excited to actually wear this thing around Boston, and I have two parties and a bar crawl that I’m planning on wearing it for. So I’m already up to three events, and that’s not even counting any ability I have to convince my coworkers to go in costumes on the actual 31st. So we’ll see about that. But, enough exposition. On to the pieces! Continue reading
I like the English language. A lot.
Let’s get one thing straight, right off the bat. I do not think English is a better language than any other particular language. Not even Esperanto. From what I understand of languages, every single one (except Esperanto) formed on its own over time, being molded and bent by the speakers that were born into it and the ones that adopted it, ballooning out to encompass more and more of the ever-expanding world. Each language has its own native tricks and quirks, and each one does for the speaker the things that the speaker needs it to do. The Inuits have more words for snow than Mexicans might, but they need those words. At its core, language is an attempt to understand and share the world around us and within us, and if you want to go down the road of whether it accomplishes that or not, go read Brandon’s insightful post. I won’t be going down that road here, for that is not my intention. My intention is simple. Continue reading
Tubing is, simply, the shit. The only thing better than flying down a hill on a tube in the snow, is doing it in a huge group of 7 people.
Yes, I have done that now. We called it the Magnificent Seven.