...And my Fingers took over.
Have you ever wondered what it would be like to fly a kite? Not just any kite but a really nice kite while you're standing on the edge of a mountain. Or a clff. Or something rather dastardly and dangerous - although dastardly probably isn't the right adjective in this situation - that's equivolent to standing on the edge of a cliff and flying a kite off the edge.
I think it would be fun. I can picture just standing out in the wild and letting the windo blow stuff everywhere, not a care in the world behind the kite. There are eagles circling the area, so there must be a large river or lake below the cliff. And probably some sharp rocks. The sky is blue, the wind is clean, the treas and grass are greener and than green and it's just beautiful.
And then I fall off the cliff. That's usually what happens . Somethinggrabs the kite and yanks and I'm tumbling off the edge of the liff and falling, falling, faliling until the water breaks my fall.
I die.
Of course, dying in this world isn't exactly dying in our world. You se e, what happens when you die is you get woken up and tranversed back into your won body, some several hours ago. The thing is, you have no access yto your previous self so its just a continual cycle of falling off the edge of the cliff until there's about three thousand "Yous" in your mind and then you explode.
And you aren't transferred. That's usually how that story ends. Unless the leopard shows up and starts playing with me. There's a random leopard in a lot of my little fantasizes and daydreams. I've taken to calling him Stripes. Even if he is a leopard.
I like leopards. They're almost as good as turtles. I was talking to someone before homeroom the other day and was explaining my propensity to be talking about something completely normal and then end up discussing the positive aspects of turtles and other random things. Of course, mentioning that fact made me talk about how amazing turtles were and then somehow I ended up talking about my toes and how they grew over each other in weird ways. Yeah. I'm the school weirdo.
Although, not really. There's this one guy, Max, who really holds that title. Jumping out the window really does guarantee you a position of infamous notability. Jumping back in through the window guarantees you a position of strange. And then, after a few days, jumping out the window again and running away guarantees that everyone in the school knows your name within two days. Especially when the police are called in to help. Max. You're really a special person.
I really like the exchange between Dash and Elasticgirl in The Incredibles about how if everyone special that makes no one special. The Incredibles is a good movie. It's a Pixar one. And Pixar is amazing. There full length stories... their shorts... I like Pixar.
Okay. >.< I wrote that with my eyes closed and I'm not changing anything. Enjoy your glimpse as to how my mind works when I'm way past the emotional state of caring.
Thursday, March 31, 2011
It started out as a commentary on social stuffs but I think I'm talking about Chinese now...
I find it absolutely amazing how fascinated I can be with people when I really dislike engaging in past-times with a majority of the people I have encountered over the course of my life. I've never really had that large of a strong social circle; as my main group of friends as a homeschooler was spread out across the district and we only saw each other once a week - if that. At school, I see groups of people that see each other everyday and the dynamics are completely and totally different.
School always seems so quick and fleeting to me, as if holding a two minute conversation with one person everyday makes them your friend. It doesn't feel like there's the same amount of time and energy poured into the friendships, even if I know those friendships are very strong and lasting and all that stuff.
My Chinese class is the most fascinating class, really, because we have a strong cast of representatives from all four classes. There's three social groups, really, Megan's group, Hannah's group, and then the others and me. Megan and Sara are the most notable Juniors, and they tend to treat the Freshmen, especially Wyatt, like a little kid and their class baby or little sibling or whatever. The Seniors, Adriana, Annie - they're all seem a lot more demure than the Juniors, but I think that's just due to personality; however, those Seniors tend to be in the group pretty much led by Megan. The Sophomores are the most diverse group, as Ari receives almost the same treatment of the Freshman, Jake and Erin acts like a Juniors. That's the major people in that one group.
The other two social groups in Chinese are the loners: Cole, Zack, Erik, Raphael, Philip and me. And then there's Hannah's group which consists entirely of the girls who aren't in Megan's group. Elizabeth, Carrine, and Sarah. And I've seen Hannah, Elizabeth and Carrine together in the halls. Actually, if you take out Sarah and insert me, that group spans all four years, so it's probably the strangest one in the class.
What is so incredibly fascinating about the people in Chinese is that we are the only ones learning this language. There's twenty-something people in this class. And in the hallways, we'll have greeting and goodbye kind of conversations; always in Chinese of course. We are twenty-odd oddities in the school and we reach out the people who are taking the same language. It's not so true for the other Erin or Megan, who are taking two languages. It's just... strange. I haven't quiet figured out how Chinese works.
It's also a foreign language. Which means we are required to talk. Everyone knows that I have the largest family in the class, with Zack having the next largest. Everyone knows some of the petty squabbles that Wyatt and Grace - brothers - indulge in. It's hysterical how well you get to know some people when you're really not learning anything at all about them. People I'd never really hold a conversation with in a million years and I know how many siblings they have, their relationship status, their birthday. Etc. Etc. Etc. I still find it strange.
In class today, Ms. Jiang gave us 35 of the 100 most commonly used characters. It was the first pop quiz of the year. We then had to translate those 35 characters into both pinyin and English. I loved the exercise, even if I got about nine wrong. To put this in prospective, Kristina got 31.5 points, and the whole class thought that was totally impossible. The class average was probably about a 12... Seriously, I love stuff like that. It's a challenge. It's fun. It's engaging.
There are times when I really like my Chinese class.
School always seems so quick and fleeting to me, as if holding a two minute conversation with one person everyday makes them your friend. It doesn't feel like there's the same amount of time and energy poured into the friendships, even if I know those friendships are very strong and lasting and all that stuff.
My Chinese class is the most fascinating class, really, because we have a strong cast of representatives from all four classes. There's three social groups, really, Megan's group, Hannah's group, and then the others and me. Megan and Sara are the most notable Juniors, and they tend to treat the Freshmen, especially Wyatt, like a little kid and their class baby or little sibling or whatever. The Seniors, Adriana, Annie - they're all seem a lot more demure than the Juniors, but I think that's just due to personality; however, those Seniors tend to be in the group pretty much led by Megan. The Sophomores are the most diverse group, as Ari receives almost the same treatment of the Freshman, Jake and Erin acts like a Juniors. That's the major people in that one group.
The other two social groups in Chinese are the loners: Cole, Zack, Erik, Raphael, Philip and me. And then there's Hannah's group which consists entirely of the girls who aren't in Megan's group. Elizabeth, Carrine, and Sarah. And I've seen Hannah, Elizabeth and Carrine together in the halls. Actually, if you take out Sarah and insert me, that group spans all four years, so it's probably the strangest one in the class.
What is so incredibly fascinating about the people in Chinese is that we are the only ones learning this language. There's twenty-something people in this class. And in the hallways, we'll have greeting and goodbye kind of conversations; always in Chinese of course. We are twenty-odd oddities in the school and we reach out the people who are taking the same language. It's not so true for the other Erin or Megan, who are taking two languages. It's just... strange. I haven't quiet figured out how Chinese works.
It's also a foreign language. Which means we are required to talk. Everyone knows that I have the largest family in the class, with Zack having the next largest. Everyone knows some of the petty squabbles that Wyatt and Grace - brothers - indulge in. It's hysterical how well you get to know some people when you're really not learning anything at all about them. People I'd never really hold a conversation with in a million years and I know how many siblings they have, their relationship status, their birthday. Etc. Etc. Etc. I still find it strange.
In class today, Ms. Jiang gave us 35 of the 100 most commonly used characters. It was the first pop quiz of the year. We then had to translate those 35 characters into both pinyin and English. I loved the exercise, even if I got about nine wrong. To put this in prospective, Kristina got 31.5 points, and the whole class thought that was totally impossible. The class average was probably about a 12... Seriously, I love stuff like that. It's a challenge. It's fun. It's engaging.
There are times when I really like my Chinese class.
4/23
-runs around in a circle-
-screams-
TWENTY-FOUR DAYS UNTIL THE TWENTY-THIRD OF APRIL! I just saw a trailer for the sixth season of Doctor Who. And I know there's a lot of stuff wrong with that show and everything, but still... I really love Doctor Who and I can't wait to see what they've pulled together for this next season. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!
-stops screaming-
I really don't think I can wait that long. I really, really don't. And I think I'm just posting it because I don't feel like I have anything worthwhile to say right now. Besides for the fact that gym is evil, science teachers always carry a dictionary, and math teachers don't know how to spell. But I've made those points numerous amounts of time and you don't need to here them again.
-screams-
TWENTY-FOUR DAYS UNTIL THE TWENTY-THIRD OF APRIL! I just saw a trailer for the sixth season of Doctor Who. And I know there's a lot of stuff wrong with that show and everything, but still... I really love Doctor Who and I can't wait to see what they've pulled together for this next season. YYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAYYYY!
-stops screaming-
I really don't think I can wait that long. I really, really don't. And I think I'm just posting it because I don't feel like I have anything worthwhile to say right now. Besides for the fact that gym is evil, science teachers always carry a dictionary, and math teachers don't know how to spell. But I've made those points numerous amounts of time and you don't need to here them again.
Monday, March 28, 2011
re: no subject
Brighton the Sock Monkey went to school with me today.
<.<
>.>
^_^
Giggle.
Snicker.
Dies laughing.
What is so special about a sock monkey, that it throws half the people i interact with so off kilter they have trouble thinking straight? The reactions were many and varied, and some of the most interesting ones came from people who I didn't know. Most of the strangest conversations happened with the people i did know. I'm using substitute names... so you don't really need to know the people.
In social studies, Rick looked at me, looked at the monkey, shook his head and said, "I'm not going to ask." He has - lucky him - been subject to one of my rants about people who ask me to explain why i do something. Amelia just rolled her eyes and asked what the monkey's name was. My teacher for that class just laughed and went off to control some of the out-of-control people in that class.
In Chinese, he got some odd looks, but then Karen drew a picture of the Doctor (10th) and Jack Harkness arguing about bananas. The Doctor had just shot Jack with a banana and Jack was dying. It was hysterical. Brighton didn't seem to think it was that funny. He ate the banana. And he still refuses to like apples. Siiiigh.
In study hall, i got Brighton out of backpack and set up him on the desks while I was reading. My conversation with Marc was like "What's that?" "A sock monkey." "What's a sock monkey?" "This." "Why do you have it?" "International shipping project." "What?" And then the teacher told Marc to be quiet. Later, the teacher decided that Brighton was a baboon, but of course, she had trouble coming up with the right word for baboon because she's a native Spanish speaker and everything. I think that she and i decided that sock monkeys were their own breed of animals.
Nothing special happened in lunch, but in the cafeteria, i made some paper earmuffs and stuck them over Brighton's ears when he started complaining about the language. Yes. We had mental conversations throughout the day. It was engaging. And very weird, but still fun. Anyway, so throughout lunch, Brighton wore earmuffs. Jen doesn't like monkeys. She thought Brighton was a weirdo. He probably is. Leaving the cafeteria, some random guy came up to me and asked why i had a monkey. I said it was an international shipping project. He snorted.
In English, Ms. Tworek just smirked. She's got a great smirk. And... while we're on the topic of English, I'd like to mention that i really dislike watching Sir Patrick Stewart in Shakespeare. I mean, i know he's done a ton of it, but it feels so wrong! I spent all of this English period wincing and picturing David Tennant reciting Hamlet's to-be-or-not-to-be soliloquy while wearing an orange t-shirt. >.< I don't like modernized Shakespeare; especially ones with Patrick Stewart.
Nothing much happened in engineering or math either, but Seth made a comment to the effect that my nerd ranking went up about two points. I thing pointed out that he was already incredibly familiar with parametric constraints, so he was probably higher up on the geek ladder. He disagreed. Of course, this ended up with Josh, Seth and i leading the whole class period in a discussion as to who was geekiest. The end result was Seth and i about equal with Josh a few rungs below us, Beth a few rungs below him and then Matt a few rungs below her. We didn't continue to dish out the geekiness. And math was math... which meant staring at the wall for close to forty-three minutes straight. Okay, it's not that bad.
Walking to the bus, a few people commented about how random it was, or how cute it was, or -beep- THERE'S A MONKEY IN HER BACKPACK. It made me laugh. A lot. Anyway, yes. That's pretty much what happens when you take a sock monkey to school.
<.<
>.>
^_^
Giggle.
Snicker.
Dies laughing.
What is so special about a sock monkey, that it throws half the people i interact with so off kilter they have trouble thinking straight? The reactions were many and varied, and some of the most interesting ones came from people who I didn't know. Most of the strangest conversations happened with the people i did know. I'm using substitute names... so you don't really need to know the people.
In social studies, Rick looked at me, looked at the monkey, shook his head and said, "I'm not going to ask." He has - lucky him - been subject to one of my rants about people who ask me to explain why i do something. Amelia just rolled her eyes and asked what the monkey's name was. My teacher for that class just laughed and went off to control some of the out-of-control people in that class.
In Chinese, he got some odd looks, but then Karen drew a picture of the Doctor (10th) and Jack Harkness arguing about bananas. The Doctor had just shot Jack with a banana and Jack was dying. It was hysterical. Brighton didn't seem to think it was that funny. He ate the banana. And he still refuses to like apples. Siiiigh.
In study hall, i got Brighton out of backpack and set up him on the desks while I was reading. My conversation with Marc was like "What's that?" "A sock monkey." "What's a sock monkey?" "This." "Why do you have it?" "International shipping project." "What?" And then the teacher told Marc to be quiet. Later, the teacher decided that Brighton was a baboon, but of course, she had trouble coming up with the right word for baboon because she's a native Spanish speaker and everything. I think that she and i decided that sock monkeys were their own breed of animals.
Nothing special happened in lunch, but in the cafeteria, i made some paper earmuffs and stuck them over Brighton's ears when he started complaining about the language. Yes. We had mental conversations throughout the day. It was engaging. And very weird, but still fun. Anyway, so throughout lunch, Brighton wore earmuffs. Jen doesn't like monkeys. She thought Brighton was a weirdo. He probably is. Leaving the cafeteria, some random guy came up to me and asked why i had a monkey. I said it was an international shipping project. He snorted.
In English, Ms. Tworek just smirked. She's got a great smirk. And... while we're on the topic of English, I'd like to mention that i really dislike watching Sir Patrick Stewart in Shakespeare. I mean, i know he's done a ton of it, but it feels so wrong! I spent all of this English period wincing and picturing David Tennant reciting Hamlet's to-be-or-not-to-be soliloquy while wearing an orange t-shirt. >.< I don't like modernized Shakespeare; especially ones with Patrick Stewart.
Nothing much happened in engineering or math either, but Seth made a comment to the effect that my nerd ranking went up about two points. I thing pointed out that he was already incredibly familiar with parametric constraints, so he was probably higher up on the geek ladder. He disagreed. Of course, this ended up with Josh, Seth and i leading the whole class period in a discussion as to who was geekiest. The end result was Seth and i about equal with Josh a few rungs below us, Beth a few rungs below him and then Matt a few rungs below her. We didn't continue to dish out the geekiness. And math was math... which meant staring at the wall for close to forty-three minutes straight. Okay, it's not that bad.
Walking to the bus, a few people commented about how random it was, or how cute it was, or -beep- THERE'S A MONKEY IN HER BACKPACK. It made me laugh. A lot. Anyway, yes. That's pretty much what happens when you take a sock monkey to school.
Sunday, March 27, 2011
The Sky Became...Pink!
And then guess what happened. Well, what do you think?
Seussical is rather infectious. It just is. And it's put me in a rather weird mood right now, so I'm going to put on my Seussical cap and go bonkers for a few minutes.
The only time I ever tried to write like Seuss was at Cedarbrook when Annabeth and I took control of the groups in our cabin and wrote a couple stanzas about a baker. That's pretty much all I remember, but I think the baker's name started with a 'b,' there was a massive problem with his bakery, and the camp director stood there and listened to us read the poem out loud and never got the Look on her face. The Look is terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. Wally's Look is not a pleasant thing to get caught under.
I've loved Seuss for ages...
One of my lunch groups says, "Who'd want to go see Seussical? It's about Seuss! It's a children's story!" He does happen to be the most immature of the lot of us. I quoted CS Lewis in response to him, "If a story cannot be enjoyed by adults, it should not be read by children." Anyway, I hate it when people see Seuss as only silly.
Yes, he is hysterical and funny and gifted and talented, but there's so much more behind him, and that's why I think Seussical the Musical is so amazing because it captures the whole wonderment and ideas behind To Think that I Saw it on Mulberry Street. Or whatever the title of that book was; I can never really remember. I think it's fascinating that Seuss weaves so much romanticism and joy into the words of just a few childrens' rhymes.
While I can't recite it from memory, my favorite tonguetwister remains the one about the creatures in the puddles with paddles in a bottle filled with water who were having a war and whatever and whenever and blahblahblah -insert the stuff that makes Seuss a genius-.
Seuss also has the second most epic pen-name from among the books I've read. Lemony Snicket gets the first spot, followed by Seuss and then Twain. If there's anyone else, then I don't know it's a pen name. =P
Anyway, I've got to go for while, so... <3 Seuss!
Seussical is rather infectious. It just is. And it's put me in a rather weird mood right now, so I'm going to put on my Seussical cap and go bonkers for a few minutes.
The only time I ever tried to write like Seuss was at Cedarbrook when Annabeth and I took control of the groups in our cabin and wrote a couple stanzas about a baker. That's pretty much all I remember, but I think the baker's name started with a 'b,' there was a massive problem with his bakery, and the camp director stood there and listened to us read the poem out loud and never got the Look on her face. The Look is terrifying. Absolutely terrifying. Wally's Look is not a pleasant thing to get caught under.
I've loved Seuss for ages...
One of my lunch groups says, "Who'd want to go see Seussical? It's about Seuss! It's a children's story!" He does happen to be the most immature of the lot of us. I quoted CS Lewis in response to him, "If a story cannot be enjoyed by adults, it should not be read by children." Anyway, I hate it when people see Seuss as only silly.
Yes, he is hysterical and funny and gifted and talented, but there's so much more behind him, and that's why I think Seussical the Musical is so amazing because it captures the whole wonderment and ideas behind To Think that I Saw it on Mulberry Street. Or whatever the title of that book was; I can never really remember. I think it's fascinating that Seuss weaves so much romanticism and joy into the words of just a few childrens' rhymes.
While I can't recite it from memory, my favorite tonguetwister remains the one about the creatures in the puddles with paddles in a bottle filled with water who were having a war and whatever and whenever and blahblahblah -insert the stuff that makes Seuss a genius-.
Seuss also has the second most epic pen-name from among the books I've read. Lemony Snicket gets the first spot, followed by Seuss and then Twain. If there's anyone else, then I don't know it's a pen name. =P
Anyway, I've got to go for while, so... <3 Seuss!
Saturday, March 26, 2011
If You Give a Cat a Monkey...
One of my favorite little childrens' books is If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. I've only read that book about ten different times and I know it almost as well as I know Green Eggs and Ham and that's saying something.
Anyway, I was outside today and I placed Brighton the Sock Monkey down on the ground. Hobbes, our cat, was about two yards away at this time. He flipped out - the cat, not the monkey, that is. I mean, his tail got so big and he started stalking this inanimate monkey. It was hysterical. I got pictures of it too... Brighton was not happy with me. He kept complaining that he was being attacked by a tiger.
Whoops-e-dee.
Although, I suppose this begs the questions of what happens when you give OYANers a monkey. We-e-ell. We've kind of already discovered that with Brighton the Monkey Mascot. He's a cool idea, yes, and it's great being able to ship him around and everything, but I think he's slightly overrated. Right now, he's downstairs so he can't get offended. Maybe it's Drew's conditioning.
I was a little shocked today when I assembled all the stuffed animals in the house. Bob has moved his over to Mom's house, but there were only three monkeys. I have Drew's entire collection, minus Bunny, and he only had one stuffed monkey, the sloth. I had the other two. I mean, Drew was practically obsessed with monkeys for the longest of time and we only had three stuffed monkeys! It astounded me.
Hobbes does not like Brighton. Which I think is hysterical. Sock monkeys are great. I love sock monkeys. They're fun and amazing and epic and etc. etc. etc. For some really random reason, I feel like watching Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. Anyway, sock monkeys are just... very OYANish and comfortable and fun and engaging and I'm sounding really corny right now. I'm trying to get Brighton to like apples. They are a New York staple, after all. He doesn't sound convinced.
All fear the power of the sock monkeys! For they shall eat you.
And your apples.
Anyway, I was outside today and I placed Brighton the Sock Monkey down on the ground. Hobbes, our cat, was about two yards away at this time. He flipped out - the cat, not the monkey, that is. I mean, his tail got so big and he started stalking this inanimate monkey. It was hysterical. I got pictures of it too... Brighton was not happy with me. He kept complaining that he was being attacked by a tiger.
Whoops-e-dee.
Although, I suppose this begs the questions of what happens when you give OYANers a monkey. We-e-ell. We've kind of already discovered that with Brighton the Monkey Mascot. He's a cool idea, yes, and it's great being able to ship him around and everything, but I think he's slightly overrated. Right now, he's downstairs so he can't get offended. Maybe it's Drew's conditioning.
I was a little shocked today when I assembled all the stuffed animals in the house. Bob has moved his over to Mom's house, but there were only three monkeys. I have Drew's entire collection, minus Bunny, and he only had one stuffed monkey, the sloth. I had the other two. I mean, Drew was practically obsessed with monkeys for the longest of time and we only had three stuffed monkeys! It astounded me.
Hobbes does not like Brighton. Which I think is hysterical. Sock monkeys are great. I love sock monkeys. They're fun and amazing and epic and etc. etc. etc. For some really random reason, I feel like watching Chitty-Chitty-Bang-Bang. Anyway, sock monkeys are just... very OYANish and comfortable and fun and engaging and I'm sounding really corny right now. I'm trying to get Brighton to like apples. They are a New York staple, after all. He doesn't sound convinced.
All fear the power of the sock monkeys! For they shall eat you.
And your apples.
Friday, March 25, 2011
Ich
I really should be mad at Sandy right now. But I'm not, really... It's just she put an idea into my head and I haven't been able to get rid of that idea all day! And no one seemed to share my curiosity in why we capitalize 'i'. I is a pronoun, just like he or she or you or they, but it is not grammatically correct to capitalize any of those. Just the i. Why?!
I did some research into the etymology of the word 'i'. Not much, but enough to discover than in old English, the word was 'ich' or 'ic' or some other version of those couple of letters. As the language developed, the consonants were dropped and it became simply i. And for a little while, it wasn't capitalized. However, a couple years after the one letter became standard, people started to capitalize it so it would stand out as a single word and not get lost within a handwritten sentence or whatever.
Okay, ich get that, but if that's the case, why not capitalize 'a'? Because that's a single letter word; doesn't it have to stand out? This then drags the discussion out of grammar and into how people view the world and themselves. Ich could rant forever about how our country's modern world view has placed so much importance on the individual, on the "self." Really, that's the case. Our world is so centered on self-importance we lose track of others.
One example for that is how we've deteriorated in the aspect of who to put first. The general rule is, when listing a group of people, always put yourself last. Like, "Mary, Peggy-Sue, Dave and I went to the grocery store." Ich'm guilty of this as well, but I lot of people will say things like, "Me, Mary, Peggy-Sue and Dave went to the grocery store." If you ignore the improper use of me - a really annoying topic that ich'm not going to address here - that second sentence is still incorrect. It's placing yourself in front of other people; making yourself better. And almost everyone ich know does it.
Ich would like to point out that most of the romantic languages don't capitalize their version of 'i'. Or, at least, that's what a really quick search showed up. Ich know Chinese doesn't. =P. Another very interesting aspect is the capitalization of God. And this capitalization ich very much agree with because it raises Him above us; but if anything, the rule for honoring God and his name has fallen by the wayside while the rules about 'i' have only become more important.
This is one of those times where ich really hate society. And ich really doesn't understand why we should capitalize 'i', when we don't capitalize the other pronouns of the same tense and everything. So ich think ich'm going to start a rebellion; kinda of. In this blog posts, in emails, everywhere ich can without being degraded, ich'm going to try and use ich. Because why should we place ourselves above other people? Why should the self, the individual be the best?
Join the ich rebellion!
NO CAPS! (paraphrased, Edna Mode, The Incredibles)
I did some research into the etymology of the word 'i'. Not much, but enough to discover than in old English, the word was 'ich' or 'ic' or some other version of those couple of letters. As the language developed, the consonants were dropped and it became simply i. And for a little while, it wasn't capitalized. However, a couple years after the one letter became standard, people started to capitalize it so it would stand out as a single word and not get lost within a handwritten sentence or whatever.
Okay, ich get that, but if that's the case, why not capitalize 'a'? Because that's a single letter word; doesn't it have to stand out? This then drags the discussion out of grammar and into how people view the world and themselves. Ich could rant forever about how our country's modern world view has placed so much importance on the individual, on the "self." Really, that's the case. Our world is so centered on self-importance we lose track of others.
One example for that is how we've deteriorated in the aspect of who to put first. The general rule is, when listing a group of people, always put yourself last. Like, "Mary, Peggy-Sue, Dave and I went to the grocery store." Ich'm guilty of this as well, but I lot of people will say things like, "Me, Mary, Peggy-Sue and Dave went to the grocery store." If you ignore the improper use of me - a really annoying topic that ich'm not going to address here - that second sentence is still incorrect. It's placing yourself in front of other people; making yourself better. And almost everyone ich know does it.
Ich would like to point out that most of the romantic languages don't capitalize their version of 'i'. Or, at least, that's what a really quick search showed up. Ich know Chinese doesn't. =P. Another very interesting aspect is the capitalization of God. And this capitalization ich very much agree with because it raises Him above us; but if anything, the rule for honoring God and his name has fallen by the wayside while the rules about 'i' have only become more important.
This is one of those times where ich really hate society. And ich really doesn't understand why we should capitalize 'i', when we don't capitalize the other pronouns of the same tense and everything. So ich think ich'm going to start a rebellion; kinda of. In this blog posts, in emails, everywhere ich can without being degraded, ich'm going to try and use ich. Because why should we place ourselves above other people? Why should the self, the individual be the best?
Join the ich rebellion!
NO CAPS! (paraphrased, Edna Mode, The Incredibles)
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