Edited by David Smith, Thursday, 14 Apr 2011, 18:26
Taking a brief respite from TMA05 and The Colur Porple... I’m 500 words in and my brain is making funny grinding noises like some important cogs and things are seizing up... The daft thing is, I absolovely lute this book, so it should be a piece of piss, but the reality is it’s harder writing an essay about something you like than something you hate, because you keep wanting to look at the bigger picture instead of all those horrible, mincey little details (the devils in them, you know!) that are the bread and butter of an essay. And it doesn’t help that the whole bloody book is FULL of transformations, happening to every bloody character on every bloody page. I mean, if Celie had just had a sexual epiphany OR a spiritual epiphany OR a psychological epiphany OR a lifestyle epiphany OR an educational epiphany OR... (well you get the idea with that one) it would have been much easier to write about it. And if she’d been the only one going about having all these major epiphanies and undergoing all these transformations rather than them happening to everyone all over the shop that would have been much easier to write about. I do love her to bits, but she can be a bit of a pain in the arse with epiphany this and transformation that and the-interconnectedness-of-all-things-and-god’ll-be-really-pissed-if-you-don’t-see-the-purple-in-everything other, can’t she?
Oh. I invented a new word this morning. I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and as I walked into the living room I narrowly avoided stepping in a pile of cat’s sick. My foot was already on its way down, and I had to execute a sharp little feint to the right, and as I did so I heard the word ‘Koik’ escape my lips. Not sure where it came from – the closest I can get is a sort of compound / truncated word derived from the two exclamations ‘Christ’ and ‘Yoiks’, but ‘Yoiks’, I’m pretty sure, is not a word I’ve ever used other than perhaps ironically (as I might use the word ‘cripes’ or the term ‘gee-whizz’), and ‘Christ’ is far from being my first choice when it comes to expletives. I tend to prefer words beginning with ‘f’ – how about you? Anyhoo, etymology aside, ‘koik’ it was, and I’ve got to say it’s kind of growing on me...
I don’t watch a lot of telly through the week – well not ‘popular’ telly anyway, so it’s always nice to see something I’ve predicted popping up on TV Burp popping up on TV Burp. There were two David Attenborough clips on Saturday, and both were delivered by Harry in exactly the way I’d predicted to. I think the term ‘smug bastard’ could very well be applicable here, and I’ll put my hands up and take it on the chin. He did miss a couple of golden opportunities with Kate Hamster on ‘the spice trail’, but as I can’t remember what they were now that’s all a bit academic.
Talking of academic, Alice Walker et al are demanding another 700 words from me, so I’d better make a nice cup o’ tea and get on with that. Koik!
Porple pros and cons
Taking a brief respite from TMA05 and The Colur Porple... I’m 500 words in and my brain is making funny grinding noises like some important cogs and things are seizing up... The daft thing is, I absolovely lute this book, so it should be a piece of piss, but the reality is it’s harder writing an essay about something you like than something you hate, because you keep wanting to look at the bigger picture instead of all those horrible, mincey little details (the devils in them, you know!) that are the bread and butter of an essay. And it doesn’t help that the whole bloody book is FULL of transformations, happening to every bloody character on every bloody page. I mean, if Celie had just had a sexual epiphany OR a spiritual epiphany OR a psychological epiphany OR a lifestyle epiphany OR an educational epiphany OR... (well you get the idea with that one) it would have been much easier to write about it. And if she’d been the only one going about having all these major epiphanies and undergoing all these transformations rather than them happening to everyone all over the shop that would have been much easier to write about. I do love her to bits, but she can be a bit of a pain in the arse with epiphany this and transformation that and the-interconnectedness-of-all-things-and-god’ll-be-really-pissed-if-you-don’t-see-the-purple-in-everything other, can’t she?
Oh. I invented a new word this morning. I went downstairs to make a cup of tea and as I walked into the living room I narrowly avoided stepping in a pile of cat’s sick. My foot was already on its way down, and I had to execute a sharp little feint to the right, and as I did so I heard the word ‘Koik’ escape my lips. Not sure where it came from – the closest I can get is a sort of compound / truncated word derived from the two exclamations ‘Christ’ and ‘Yoiks’, but ‘Yoiks’, I’m pretty sure, is not a word I’ve ever used other than perhaps ironically (as I might use the word ‘cripes’ or the term ‘gee-whizz’), and ‘Christ’ is far from being my first choice when it comes to expletives. I tend to prefer words beginning with ‘f’ – how about you? Anyhoo, etymology aside, ‘koik’ it was, and I’ve got to say it’s kind of growing on me...
I don’t watch a lot of telly through the week – well not ‘popular’ telly anyway, so it’s always nice to see something I’ve predicted popping up on TV Burp popping up on TV Burp. There were two David Attenborough clips on Saturday, and both were delivered by Harry in exactly the way I’d predicted to. I think the term ‘smug bastard’ could very well be applicable here, and I’ll put my hands up and take it on the chin. He did miss a couple of golden opportunities with Kate Hamster on ‘the spice trail’, but as I can’t remember what they were now that’s all a bit academic.
Talking of academic, Alice Walker et al are demanding another 700 words from me, so I’d better make a nice cup o’ tea and get on with that. Koik!