So I promised myself that I would try to write something here everyday. It takes a lot. I’m busy. But then again how busy can one person be. I suppose that I’m not that busy. I work, study, and then try to fill the gaps in between with fun stuff. Hasn’t been happening lately though.
I got to thinking the other day about when I was in English class. Yeah, I didn’t like it. I had to quick make up a bunch of stuff just to pass. But now, I kinda enjoy writing. I suppose that if my English teachers could read this now, most of them would be laughing. In fact their probably surprised that I can eve read and write. But nonetheless I’m typing away on this thing called the internet.
I was also thinking today about the wondrous thing we call language. When you are in America, depending where you are, you don’t really have a concept about what language really is, the importance of it, nor do you really need to think about those things. I grew up in a town that was 99.9 percent white and spoke English. Others may have grown up in a town that contained more than one foreign language speaking group of people. I had a revelation about what language really is. Well a revelation for me, for the world it’s probably old hat. But I got to thinking that noises don’t mean anything, but the meaning we assign these noises is what we call language. To see a different language everyday makes you open your eyes. Everyday I deal with three languages. Although I have chosen to learn one of them, it’s interesting to see something that means the same thing expressed with three different sounds.
That’s about all I have currently completed thinking about, at least until I get around to thinking about it some more. I did have another thought. This one about my childhood. I grew up doing everything airplane. I loved airplanes. I wanted to marry one. Well no actually not marry, but to fly yes. So naturally I had the dime store plane, paper planes, and those big foam planes from Walmart. I got to thinking the other day that if I could get my hands on one of those foam bad boys, I would chuck it off my building. A meager 20 stories. But, I bet that sucker would bullet to somewhere. Get a good thermal and just never touch the ground again. I watched a plastic bag the other day fly for ten minutes. I bet a purposely built flying machine would beat feet in the air.. As far as littering goes, have you ever been to China? Another piece of foam is the least of their worries. From now on I’m on a hunt for a foamy airplane. If luck has it one with flames.