was talking with my girlfriend and her roommate earlier this week, and we came to this startling revelation:
ever notice that, no matter what the language, the fruit orange and the color orange are always related?
i wonder why… it would make sense if there were no other orange things in the world besides oranges…but there are: birds, flowers, sunsets, sunrises, pollens, molds…
what’s the meaning of it all?
here are the languages i know this is true for:
- english
- spanish
- chinese
- french
- latin
- turkish
- arabic
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ok, so that’s not exactly comprehensive…can anyone add any more?
just ate an orange. what’s with that smell that always remains on your hands for the whole day afterwards. this time, i’m eating it before i get to sleep, maybe i’ll wake up smelling like oranges still…
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see… tonight’s entry kinda typifies my confusion with the whole blogging phenomena:
why would anyone care about how my hands smell after i eat an orange? my roommate jasper says blogging is an “opportunity for people to rant when they don’t usually have a chance to express themselves”–or maybe it was more on the lines of “give people a chance to talk, even when nobody wants to listen to them”. I really don’t know…
Still… even given my cynicism, i think there’s more to this whole trend as a social phenomena than i understand at this point, just because i’m only now starting to get into it… i don’t grok in fullness yet…
but…
…still…even so…
remember that old dig about a million monkeys locked up in a room with a million typewriters, for a million days, sitting back and waiting for them to type out the Complete Works of Shakespeare… i get the feeling that, thanks to blogging and the www, we’ll find this theory to be overly optimistic, if you catch my drift
