I write this because I must occupy myself

…and in the writing of this, I will attempt that which has been attempted time and time again whether by form of the poem or prose, the measure or sentence.

I must remark that among all luxuries of life, the greatest is freetime and upon the capturing of freetime, I must stop myself from spacing out and gazing into the nothingness by keeping my mind active when I no longer wish to think, so I pray to you ancient, archaic, and rustic muses who rarely get prayed to anymore these days to help me in my plight to make this creation mediocre!

In all my endeavors to capture my freetime and let not the opportunities of everyday life waste, I must keep typing at a rate which I have never felt my fingers sore before, and in my plight, I shall forget all knowledge, all pasts which have taught me the secrets of the ancient backspace key which is in fact not so ancient, and forget all advices given to the writers of essays to omit that which is extraneous.

Oh, muses! I pray that you will let me ramble like art in all my verboseness and lack of terseness! Lend not to me the sweet elegance of great poetry but lend instead to me the reject of inspiration!

Okay, this thing sucks. I’m not continuing. I have no freetime.

It may seem a bit cliche, but I am about to announce my opinion on a topic which has captured the hearts of all lately, and I would hope that the opinion which I am about to present will come across as unique and insightful, but at the same time, I hope to not appear so self-conscious in my communication of my opinion. So, whether my opinion is in fact cliche or not, I will express it for all of you to take your own stance in response to.

I don’t love blueberry pie!

January 28, 2010 at 9:25 pm | True Rambles | No comments

Remember When

Remember when you wrote this? Yeah, you were a different person back then. If you can’t remember, remember when you used to write like this? Yeah, there was someone who once existed who wrote like this. And this someone will fade away with time. A slow and steady fade away. Like what they say the dinosaurs did. Gradualism.

You remember having those kinds of thoughts? You remember ever worrying about whether you’d remember? Whether you’d truly never forget those who made an impact on your life, those who you carry away the name of? If you’re too embarrassed to be acquainted with this me, I don’t blame you. Don’t forget I ever existed; remember when you wrote this.

Do you remember looking at others, older others, and wondered if they had forgotten like you probably have? Do you remember all the times you worried me, child of the I? The I who never knew who you were meant to be. The I who like a hopelessly flawed parent created this perfect mental image of you. Do you remember? Do you remember which parts of me were a lie?

You remember yourself ever wondering whether you’d fade away like I have? Yeah, I’ve faded away, and all I’ve got to show for my part of the gradient is this note. There’s only you now, and if you remember, then learn from the me who once was.

Well, do you remember when you wrote this?

November 4, 2009 at 7:44 pm | True Rambles | No comments

The Quintessence of Rambling

Because quintessence is a so very fun word which wound its way into my vocabulary list of this week, I shall resume my chain of daily blogging through the absolute nothingness that is occupying time by the typing of an article based about the word “quintessence.” About halfway through the previous sentence, I may have noticed I was trailing into the territory of a run-on, and may have committed the act of comma splicing so as to inevitably advance the destruction of the world. Such is true logic that the grammar Nazis of the world–both internet and real life–are only hindrances to the eventual Armageddon that is being catalyzed every moment by each breach of grammatical convention.

It is then that I upon myself commence to be more clear-sighted of my own grammatical mistakes in this article in which grammatical mistakes are perhaps of minuscule significance. But, without my own prescience–no less than my most enviable watch over the future of my own typing–this article may lose all traces of its claim in being the quintessence of all that is rambling, and it thus that my mind must scavenge for material in a pseudo-logical fashion which may tickle the brains of all readers.

Thus is the nature of the ramble and all that is to be in this section of the blog introduced by this article which may or may not be the quintessence of rambling or which may describe this section in whole as the quintessence of rambling. However, if the most idealistic model of rambling is never to be wholly achieved in any of these entities, it is then that the writer of this article must strive for the alternative which is to create an article informative of its title, an article which may serve to perhaps educate rather than to merely entertain(or bore).

So, as this writer chooses to speak in third person and lets her thought processes flow on in a very naturally disorganized fashion so as to inform all readers that there is no method to this madness, the writer will choose to define the word quintessence, given that it is indeed among her school vocabulary words of the week. Quintessence, with all its many synonyms including paragon and epitome, is a word which is eloquent to all who choose to mark it as eloquent and a word which is truly an impetus to the writing of this article though not wholly at fault for the creation of this section for which the word pioneers. It is a word which refers to the purest form of something such as the purest form of a ramble which may not show true of this article given that it has chosen to trail off from the trailing off that which is rambling by defining a word, and therefore giving it merit towards being a to-some-extent intelligibly useful article.

The density of that extent of usefulness need not be pointed out given that an article truly naming itself as the paragon of all rambling must–by standards which are by no means completely self-defined–be thoroughly seclusive of all that is serviceable. It is thus that to be the quintessence of rambling my be a far-fetched goal, justifying the author’s previous abandonment of the thought. Nonetheless, so long as there is more material by which nothingness can be extended ad infinitum, I must cordially invite the reader to accept by bona fide statement that any ramble eventually becomes wearisome and the writing of oneself in third person is all too naturally simple to break.

It is thus that the author shall from textforth refer to herself as ‘I’ as I so casually did during the infancy of this now many minutes-grown article. I speak onwards to abolish further rambling in that doing so may tarnish this article’s claim to the quintessence of rambling, an assertion which was never firstly to be enforced.

August 27, 2009 at 6:59 pm | True Rambles | No comments