L is for Legs

Legs seem to be universal, something that is found in nearly every living and non-living thing. Humans have them, animals have them, insects have them, desks, chairs, and kitchen appliances as well. They help in movement and support, are a thing nature decided millions of years ago would be beneficial in helping organisms with finding food and running away from being food. We all seem to operate on an even number of legs since that is nature’s way of keeping everything balanced. Of course, some animals developed wings for better survival, but they still use their legs for those times when it isn’t a pressure situation involving the fight or flight response, when they can just tromp across a fence or wire like it’s Sunday morning.

My two legs these days probably don’t get as much exercise as they should, since I have been stuck in front of my computer most of this year, only occasionally going outside to take some pictures or look for the cat that went missing for two straight days (he comes back eventually after a night on the town).

My acrostic poem for legs:

Little engines, pumping pistons
Energy propelled, man on a mission
Going places in a hurry, fast as a fly
Swamp water up to your knees, jump high, touch the sky

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K is for Kafkaesque

The most Kafkaesque video game ever
The most Kafkaesque video game ever

“I am a cage in search of a bird…” – Franz Kafka

Kafkaesque is a word I was first introduced to from an episode of the third season of Breaking Bad when Jesse was attending group therapy. In response to Jesse saying he was afraid to meet the owner of the laundromat everyone was afraid of (Gus Fring), the group leader noted it “sounds kind of Kafkaesque.” It may sound like a weird word but break it down and it describes anything that suggests or relates to Franz Kafka or his writing, especially anything “nightmarishly complex, bizarre, or of illogical quality.” Feelings of senselessness, disorientation, and helplessness usually occur afterward. The Kafkaesque of daily blogging. Yikes! I think it’s pronounced “kavka” by the way.

Franz Kafka was obviously a brilliant writer to have a word named after himself. His writings often were dark, vague, and frightening in nature, which may be why the term Kafkaesque came into nature to describe situations relating to his writing style. His wish to his friend and publisher, Max Brod, was to have his writings, published and unpublished, burned after his death, but Max saved them anyway until they were confiscated by the Gestapo, some bureaucratic German police force I think, later on – sounds kind of Kafkaesque, huh?

The cockroach is often used as a symbolic image of Kafkaesque, in many forms, comical and serious.

Here are some things considered Kafkaesque – bizarre and illogical:

You're A Cockroach, Charlie Brown!
You’re A Cockroach, Charlie Brown!
Cannibal Grandma
Cannibal Grandma
The Dystopia Child
Literal meaning of “thrown under the bus”
Did Seinfeld have the most Kafkaesque ending ever? Or was it Lost or The Sopranos?

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J is for Journey to the Stars

My journey to the cosmos
Was full of wonder and awe
Floated weightlessly through a vacuum
Saw burning comet in freefall

Passing by the dark side
The moon’s eerie loneliness
Looking back at the blue marble
What great home it is

Exploding nebula,
Electric star dust,
Saturn’s icy rings,
Mars red crust

All of Jupiter’s moons were visible
By the red eye light
A swirling vortex of a storm
That provokes neither fight nor flight

My ship of imagination had no limitations
Could reach the speed of light,
Pass through black holes,
Go through rocky storms
Find things no one yet knows

This sea of dark matter
Undetected, stealthy, dangerous
For no sound comes from
The wild unknown frontier
A tiny pinpoint of it
Being lit by a burning crimson
Year after mythical year

Inspired by the show “Cosmos: A Spacetime Odyssey” that was hosted by Neil Degrasse Tyson back in 2014. I deeply loved the show and was so enchanted by the realism of the space scenes and “the ship of the imagination” that Degrasse Tyson flew around in during the episodes. The show really did the original that was hosted by Carl Sagan justice and likely improved upon it though I have never seen it to really get an honest opinion.

And of course Neil is known for another thing, other than being a superstar astrophysicist:

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I is for Internet

I love these infographics (this one is outdated though)

When I think of the Internet, I think of a giant web (hence the name we call it) that just keeps on growing as more websites are created and more links are created between different places, like portals we can throw around anywhere we want. What’s interesting to me is this whole idea of sharing and syndicating your content – your video can be watched on YouTube, Facebook, Twitter, Tumblr, Google +, and even a blog like WordPress, giving you more chances of it being watched if people aren’t just ignoring it. Same with any content – it can be distributed and cloned across certain points of this system that is like billions of nerve synapses in a brain.

I’ll now leave you with this acrostic poem I wrote:

Interesting developments have led to
Notorious people in an all-out war of
Tenacity and destruction to
Entertainment led by the
Rising stars of tomorrow, while
National news comes quick and
Educational is its purpose,
Technology is rapidly evolving for the next great leap

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H is for Hard

This challenge is difficult,
I was not prepared
To see the hours rushing by
And the moments being spared
What to write today, always the same question,
Then the light bulb goes off and it’s time for
A nightly blogging session
To put an idea
Into thought-provoking words
For it involves a little bit of risk
And maybe the minor glimpse of reward

I could have gone with a theme
But it’s too late now
So I’ll keep on pushing my unrestricted ways
Winging it then, winging it now

I now leave you to my old rock collection
gathered in the year 2001
But of course these sediments and clam shells
Are much older than that
Heck, they’re probably much older than anyone

PTDC0003 PTDC0005 PTDC0010

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G is for Good Beer

Well, how about that? It happens to be National Beer Day and what better than to muse a little about the drink that is probably the fuel of great human entertainment and past times all round the the world?

Time for a bit of beer snobbery…

I’m not exactly an expert on what qualifies as an excellent beer since I’ve only had a few drinks in my life. And since my pallet is not yet refined, they basically all seem to run together, are all the same. But it seems to be the cheaper the beer, the worse tasting it is, but sometimes there are exceptions as when you have no concern about the taste and are just a hard edge beer drinker, taking whatever is available.

Nearly everyone drinks beer, and you may not now but eventually will sometime along the great thread of life. The first time I had, well, any alcoholic beverage in my life (other than a minor drop of peach fuzzy navel at 13) was when I was 18 (yes, I know it’s illegal but nothing happened to me and who cares now, right?). It was a Bud Light given to me by my cousin’s boyfriend Adam. I was sitting back in a Lazy Boy chair. I first remember how bitter and strong this beer tasted, remember having to force myself to gulp it down. It wasn’t cold either, was flat. I didn’t finish the whole thing and I think I felt a bit woozy and sick afterward. My mom seemed to be so amazed that she snapped a picture of me with the bottle to my mouth. Then they tried to push it by insisting I stick a cigarette in my mouth and get a picture but my mom wouldn’t allow it. Fun times. I felt like such a badass.

On that note, here are all the beers I’ve tried in my life. I tried to list them from most favorite to least favorite but that is kind of hard when some of these have no discernible taste:

Shock Top

I’ve only tried this about two times but this flavored beer has got to be the most refreshing and satisfying of all. It’s not like regular beer that has that bland, bitter taste. Probably has the most colorful and unique artwork on the bottle as well (talking to you, Mr. Orange Slice with Sunglasses).

Pabst Blue Ribbon

The good old beer of blue collared workers, in my opinion. I only had this once during my short lived “Try A Different Beer Every Sunday” experiment. And it took me at least three days to finish it since it tasted so nasty. The “Blue Ribbon” tag of this beer kind of wore off years ago for avid beer guzzlers.

Mike’s (Hard Lemonade, Harder Lemonade)

I wouldn’t really qualify this as “beer” but nonetheless, it is hard to put down once you get started on drinking it. The taste, especially the refreshingly delicious Black Cherry version, overwhelms my taste buds but still goes down well like icecream.

Natty Light

Just had my first drink of this one tonight. Very good taste, smooth, not too bitter. This one can be compared to IceHouse since it is on the cheap side.

Bud Light

The beer that started it all for me and not one I really cared for. Too hard tasting. And since it is quite expensive to buy I think I’ll stay away from this one. It’s over hyped in commercials as well.

Blue Moon

The first and only time I consumed this beer was during my 22nd birthday at Applebee’s. And I believe all beer tastes better when poured in a glass, since that is the way I ordered it and it was a delight with the foam frothing over the top. Felt like a million bucks drinking that since it had such a crisp taste of wheat. Though I felt this strange sensation in my gut afterward which was probably the beverage riding over the meal I ate with it, like an alcoholic tidal wave being absorbed into a food soil.


Now this may be my second favorite beer of all, right under Shock Top. Had it only one time at Klavon’s Pizza in Jackson,MI while watching an NCAA tournament game with my dad and uncle and it was well worth the money. You know a beer is good when the initial good taste of it doesn’t ware off once you get down to the bottom third of the glass. Smooth all the way down and I didn’t get that sickly feeling either (which is probably a sign of my tolerance level for beer being raised).


The worst, in my opinion, but what can you expect for .99 cent beer (or cheaper in states other than Michigan)? Garbage beer. Don’t let the refreshing and cold sounding name fool you.

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F is for Floccinaucinihilipilification

“Can you use that in a sentence please?”

“Sure. I’ve pretty certain that the country’s floccinaucinihilipilification feelings about the President’s job are very true.”

For the letter F today I’m choosing a word in the English language that is quite absurd and ridiculed. It’s origins are a laughing matter for it was a matter of Latin fusion: throwing four ingredients into a stew kettle and stirring them with constant care, and out came this new word, that was made with a pilus of hair. If you say it to a person who is unaware of its meaning, they’ll likely not know that you’re basically calling their life insignificant.

This is the second longest legitimate word, other than that ridiculous long one that contains about 500 instances of meth, in the English language. I just had to choose this word today for F since it is obviously an interesting set of syllables that can be broken down like this:

floc – ce – nah – ce – knee – hil – lip – ill – lif – fah – kay – shun

This absurd word is defined as the habit of estimating that something is worthless, explaining my example of the President’s job up there. It’s origins can be traced back to the eighteenth century, a time when the most fun you could have without killing someone was creating new and interesting words for the dictionary.

The legend goes like this: In eighteenth century Berkshire there were four little Latin words named Flocci, Nauci, Nihili, and Pili and they all lived happily together in a log cabin (in separate beds, of course). But then one night, a big bad guy with a lasso, on orders from some secret cult I suppose, broke into their cabin (it wasn’t locked) while they were sleeping and wrangled up all of the words and added a -fication tag across their heads in red paint. And apparently it was some magic paint, for the four words eventually morphed into a fearsome monster with big tentacles and slimy skin. The first thing this monster did was eat its creator and then stormed and terrorized the village, spreading something around that made many people and places worthless, hence the definition created later on. The legend of the Floccinaucinihilipilification monster was not spoken openly for years after that, just in hushed tones, and it was hard to pronounce anyway. But in 1741, an author with the brilliant name of William Shenstone boldly used it in a letter about a deceased lover: “I loved him for nothing so much as his flocci-nauci-nihili-pili-fication of money” or “I loved him for nothing so much as his judgment that money was a worthless commodity.” Well apparently Shenstone’s life was now meaningless without his lover and so the “F” monster showed up later on and finished him off, but not without a fight put up by brave Sir William who managed to cripple the beast before he died, making it weak. The beast retreated then to a safe place and was never seen again. Some say it died. Or so the story goes. The legend of the monster who made people and things insignificant lives on today, being told in circles to frightened children (and adults).

Okay, so that’s not exactly how the origins of the word went (it came from a grammar book at Eton College) but there are four Latin words contained within this grand “F” word that can be analyzed more closely:

  • Flocci, derived from floccus, literally a tuft of wool, and I’m not sure where it’s meaning of “worthless” comes in the Eton College grammar book
  • Pili, the plural of pilus, a hair, which in Latin could mean a whit, jot, trifle or generally a thing that is insignificant
  • Nihili comes from nihil, nothing, as in words like nihilism and annihilate
  • Nauci just means worthless

So it was a matter of creating a word that did not yet exist, filling in the vague gap to describe the act of naming something or someone worthless. It’s not like a person had anything better to do in 1700s England. I should dare myself to use this word in a sentence when speaking with someone, just to see their reaction, their look of bewilderment.

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