What exactly is a sandwich? When someone states that they're about to go eat a sandwich, that person usually defines what kind of sandwich they are about to consume. A sample conversation would be conducted in a similar fashion as the following:
Person A: "What kind of sandwich would you like to eat?"
Person B: "Why, I would like a peanut butter and jelly sandwich!... Hmm, noooo.... make it a turkey sandwich."
Now, let's look back. Upon Person A questioning Person B as to what kind of sandwich he would like, Person B responds with the particular kind of sandwich he wanted- originally peanut butter and jelly, secondly turkey. However, it would be quite illogical for Person B to respond with the following sentence: "I would like....a sandwich." This response would leave Person A in a state of confusion, where Person A would most likely only pause and respond with: "No, I mean what kind of sandwich?" So a particular kind of sandwich, whatever it might be, is composed of the object represented by the adjective that proceeds the noun "sandwich", the noun "sandwich" itself, and two slices of bread. One can, then, assume that the word "sandwich" could be a representation of the two slices of bread, just as the adjective "turkey" is a representation of the actual turkey object itself. So it would follow that if someone eats a turkey sandwich, that person is eating turkey and two slices of bread. Seems very simple. However, the baffling part of this epiphany comes into play when someone says, "I'm eating a sandwich."... You disgusting creature that consumes only bread.
Tuesday, October 6, 2009
unsymmetrical can still be balanced when it's left-justified
Some people have times at which they are awkward, like at the party where they only know a few people. In these situations, uncomfortable feelings seem to be felt towards the strangers in the room. While most people fall under this category of nervousness in unusual situations, some people are never awkward; their view exudes contented happiness in where they are in life, with no front to put on and no people to impress. Their view exudes a belief in life existing in its basest form- just being. However, I find that I don't fall under either of these categories. I am awkward in almost all situations. It doesn't matter if the people I am with are friends or strangers, if the place I am at is familiar or unfamiliar- I act as if people are watching me and as if I am uncomfortable. I make faces that exaggerate my feelings of nervousness. My body language is always very stiff, even when I feel only a slight sense of awkwardness. I find that this causes humor, a sense of light-heartedness and less tension. But at this time in my life, I would love to look as if I'm not awkward. However, I can't; this discomfited stature I present has become my default behavior under all situations. I'm comfortable with my awkwardness.
But then, is it really awkward? I'm comfortable with what most people would find uncomfortable, because I act in the seemingly uncomfortable way for most of my day. Therefore it is comfortable. Am I awkward at all then? Or is my awkwarness just a characteristic of my personality that I'm quite contented and at ease in? I've spent time wishing I could be the person that never acts uncomfortable and is always relaxed. But now, I see that maybe I have it better- my ill at ease and uncomfortable state is never out of place because it is the only thing I know. It is what I've grown to love. So I do not wish for a change of heart or a change in personality; I will simply embrace the fact that I'm just a bit odd.... and I like it that way. : )
But then, is it really awkward? I'm comfortable with what most people would find uncomfortable, because I act in the seemingly uncomfortable way for most of my day. Therefore it is comfortable. Am I awkward at all then? Or is my awkwarness just a characteristic of my personality that I'm quite contented and at ease in? I've spent time wishing I could be the person that never acts uncomfortable and is always relaxed. But now, I see that maybe I have it better- my ill at ease and uncomfortable state is never out of place because it is the only thing I know. It is what I've grown to love. So I do not wish for a change of heart or a change in personality; I will simply embrace the fact that I'm just a bit odd.... and I like it that way. : )
Associative Listeners and Jonsi to Backgrounds
I count myself an associative listener. If I know that I am going to go through
a trying time in my life, I refuse to listen to any cds that I own, for fear that I
might associate that time with that cd. I'd much rather listen to the radio in
those times. This might be because I tend to associate the songs on the radio
with the year at which I was introduced to those songs. Therefore, radio
songs don't hold as much individual emotion for me; and hence I can listen to
them with less memories being held. Of course, there are always those
songs that you associate with particular people for no reason at all. For
example, I associate Stronger by Kanye West with Emily Hall from my
Biology 110 Lab. Never listened to it with her; didn't even really talk to her
much, but every time I hear that song, I automatically think of her. However,
to get back to my point, if, for example, Miss Emily Hall decided to do
something dreadful to me and I were to foresee that this might happen, I
would definitely keep listening to the radio and not listen to Sigur Ros, White
Stripes, Raconteurs, or any other cds that I am fond of, particularly Eisley.
Sadly enough, previously I had failed to heed my own warnings and Eisley
now makes me sad to listen to. But I did save Sigur Ros in time. And in
conclusion, I will forevermore enjoy quite a bit of Jonsi.
a trying time in my life, I refuse to listen to any cds that I own, for fear that I
might associate that time with that cd. I'd much rather listen to the radio in
those times. This might be because I tend to associate the songs on the radio
with the year at which I was introduced to those songs. Therefore, radio
songs don't hold as much individual emotion for me; and hence I can listen to
them with less memories being held. Of course, there are always those
songs that you associate with particular people for no reason at all. For
example, I associate Stronger by Kanye West with Emily Hall from my
Biology 110 Lab. Never listened to it with her; didn't even really talk to her
much, but every time I hear that song, I automatically think of her. However,
to get back to my point, if, for example, Miss Emily Hall decided to do
something dreadful to me and I were to foresee that this might happen, I
would definitely keep listening to the radio and not listen to Sigur Ros, White
Stripes, Raconteurs, or any other cds that I am fond of, particularly Eisley.
Sadly enough, previously I had failed to heed my own warnings and Eisley
now makes me sad to listen to. But I did save Sigur Ros in time. And in
conclusion, I will forevermore enjoy quite a bit of Jonsi.
Awkwardly Close
A strange happening just occurred- not that strange in itself. However my making-every-situation-awkward and overthinking-all-situations self seemed to find this particular situation...strange. So here I am, studying at Courtyard Coffee, which has better caramel macchiatos than Starbucks, I might add. Anywho, I sit down on the couch at the front. I'm excited to have all this room around me. But then this older couple comes in and sits at the couch right across from me. I feel extremely awkward. The only thing between us is a coffee table. I feel as though the only appropriate thing to do is to start a conversation with them, as if it's expected of me. My feeling of awkwardness might be unnecessary since the distance between me and the couple is really no closer than the distance between, say, me and someone at another table. However, somehow the intimacy of a couch changes the atmosphere. Can it be possible that cushioned, brown, leather seats change the rules for the appropriacy of a decision on whether or not to converse with complete strangers- strangers with grey hair, heavy lipstick, short-sleeve button-up shirts, and nothing in common but a good old fashioned caramel macchiato... PLEASE LEAVE ME BE!!!
Ramblings
I love hats and scarves. And at the moment, I really want to run in the rain... too bad it's not raining.
...how to sell a pancake
Waffle House is good. I enjoy the people there; we all feel like a big family. I say "Yes m'am" to the black lady and she likes to laugh. And the guy with glasses is shy; he looks 18, but I know he's 35... How different but alike we all are.
Strawberry Swing
I've always said that Chris Martin was one out of a very small Chucky-sized handful of people that I admire their writing style. But when listening to Strawberry Swing by Coldplay, I was tempted to think that in the first verse, Chris Martin says something about "Everyone was food fighting.... Wouldn't wanna waste the food." However, after singing it like this for about a week, I read the lyrics which were: "Everyone was for fighting...Wouldn't wanna waste a thing." I prefer my translation of the lyrics. This song presents a carefree attitude. With lyrics like, "We were sitting, we were talking in the strawberry swing. Every moment was so precious" and "It's such a perfect day," Chris Martin portrays a picture- a picture of a summer day, just you and your someone.... This is one of the few times where it is completely acceptable to have "food fight-ing" in your lyrics.... I wish he'd said it.
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