I don’t know about you, but I love reading. I loved it since I can remember, and while I didn’t need PBS shows to make me love it more, they certainly didn’t hurt. Between the Lions was fun enough, and I loved Barney when I was a wee little thing, but there are just some classics I can’t imagine being without. At the top, upon a golden pedestal, is Mr. Roger’s Neighborhood. Right below that is Reading Rainbow.
And now, many years later, there’s a Kickstarter campaign to bring Reading Rainbow further into the modern era- onto the kinds of media surrounding children today, and even right into school rooms. Because it’s not so much the skills I believe in… I believe this program could foster a love for reading- create it where there would be none otherwise. And that’s something you can’t teach in a classroom with homework and rigor.
So please, if you have the time and inclination, support Reading Rainbow. If you have kids- great! Kickstarter rewards include lots of great packages that give your kids some of these resources we’re funding, all the way up to getting the program into a classroom or school of your choice. If you just loved Geordi, that’s great too- how about an autograph, or a con, or a picnic, or wearing his visor?
There’s this professor I know. He’s an absolute genius, but he never sounds like it.
This professor’s brain works about 3x faster than his speech center and 5x faster than his mouth, so he constantly stutters or makes prolonged vowel sounds or has to back up and fill in the steps he skipped. He makes mental leaps trying to catch up to himself, and it makes it quite hard to learn.
We even defined his last name as a verb to describe such an action.
I think a lot of people (writers included) tend to “pull a [name redacted].”
We interrupt this generally-more-sophisticated-than-that blog to bring you the analysis of a word, a word so beautiful in its simplicity… an adjective of vaguely French and Dutch origin, with a definition that bends to the will of those who wield this most potent word. It evokes such depth of meaning, such incredible boundless feeling that it is hard to believe it is only contained in six little letters. The root does not stop there, oh no, it goes on to become a noun and a verb and a whole little world revolves around its monosyllabic perfection. If only all words could hold such meaning…
So without further ado, I present to you my adjective (or does it transcend such a dull classification?) of the day:
I have such a hard time naming characters. I have a few “strategies,” if you can call them that, and they’ve served me well so far. But… if anyone has anything different to share- please let me know! I’m always open to new ideas!
Sometimes something pops into my head. Sometimes a letter does (oh, I have a lot of K names, now how about an S). Sometimes an implication or character trait demands attention (don’t worry, though- no “Sinestro“s here). I have one notable gentleman in Bloodletting who had his tongue cut out, and his interpreters, not so skilled with the language, introduce him as “Vow, of Silence.”
Sometimes I have a general sound in mind, but that gets complicated when you consider accents, which I post briefly about here.
But this is all complicated by one little thing: what am I writing about: humans, or a world without them? Here, my strategies diverge: