Not only did i make up a word, but i used it with confidence. I used it and the silence that followed was not the uncomfortable...."dude, i dont know what that means" that i interpreted it as, but rather an Uh...?
We play icebreakers. There are no such things as icebreakers at miami university. There are no icebreakers in English classes. There is nowhere in my previous collegiate existance that i recall breaking the glass fortress that is as cold as it seems. Knock knock?
We're supposed to pair an adjective with our name. Creative perfectionism is a demon when youre pressurely defunct. Marvelous? Magnificent? Monsterous came into my mind but as firm rejector of the creatively judgemental, i chose not such a route. So, as i pondered my marvelous and magnificent word, while simultaneously RUINING the point of the game (to learn everyone elses name by ways of association), i came up with:
Morphious Meredith.
and that's how it sounds and thats how it was spelled in my head. This is the problem/brilliance of/with language. Look at that word, look at me, and tell me why i would have felt so inspired to shit on the integrity of documented words and outspokenly make an ass of myself. Yea, shatter that shit.
small segment #dos
EAT THAT FROG
Wake up. Turn off the alarm clock. Wipe grime from your eyes and feel freaked about what you got.
Everyone's got a frog. Mine's finding a job. Yours is:
going to the bank
writing a 45 page paper on the west bank
breaking up with your boyfriend
finding a way to break up the stash you just got in
whatevs. EAT THAT FROG.
eat that frog alive and whole, with heart and blood pumping, skin absorbing, all and eyes staring. it's nasty and nasty. let yourself curse and scream as you try and capture it, get it all in your hands to scream at it again for not sitting still. You question many beliefs and bite your fingernails at PITA and think you should change views and give up, but you dont! F U FROG! When you're almost there you can call it your bitch as it still struggles to get away from you cuz there aint no stopping this culinary delight. you eat that frog.
no matter what you do for the rest of the day
it will not compare
in straining stature
to what you had for breakfast
that morning.
get your shit done.
2 comments:
1. honestly, i can't think of a better word for you. perfect. that isn't making up a word, that's revitalizing the language.
2. relatedly, sometimes it makes me sad that you've turned away from writing a little bit. not because you'll miss it, but because the literate world needs a brain that can imagine "eat that frog."
3. because of the sheer inventiveness and absolute rightness of the phrase 'eat that frog', i've decided mayhaps i'll start trying to eat some of mine. and i imagine -- tempting as it may be -- they're best washed down with water and not whiskey.
4. you are -- as always -- my favorite.
sisterhead
p.s. word verification: yamdckqx.
translation? those yam ducks, i tellya, sure are quacks.
as much as id like to take it as my own, the frog eating philosophy came from Dr. Steve Weaks, my group dynamics and programming prof.
But as i stand, I'm here to spread the goodness that drips from the recreation program like eternal sunshine.
I love you muggo.
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