morning boy's letters on serious matters and commentary on funny things aplenty
Someone got inspired and created something that came to be recognized as TEXTBOOK.
Or it just wasn’t a product of inspiration. It was just some piece of writing useful in some say and someone had to name it and so called it something as boring as TEXTBOOK. That someone perhaps knew that it had to carry a boring name.
Boring book, boring name, TEXTBOOK.
Some expressions barely make sense to me. But for people to exchange ideas, expressions have to be ‘created’ and expressed in very short moments. And so, even if the expressions are not quite there in terms of what they try to capture and represent, they gain currency.
For slow stubborn minds like mine however, they are invisible obstacles to overcome. The invisibility adds to the slowness and what makes them obstacles.
Take an example: Civil Engineering.
Now it feels like a simple thing to grasp, isn’t it. But not for me.
Here’s what it means: Civil engineering is a professional engineering discipline that deals with the design, construction, and maintenance of the physical and naturally built environment, including public works such as roads, bridges, canals, dams, airports, sewage systems, pipelines, structural components of buildings, and railways.
You’d say what’s the big deal here. Right. No big deal, except that I’ve grasped and understood its meaning only now.
Data spread and visible over space, not compressed and squeezed into disc drives.
Computing using disc drives has really helped in tabulations. That’s that. Statistians’ fun. Or is it?
Wow! So many folks creating so many machines.
All machines geared for SEO. Mind boggling. Folks writing inane reviews to show how bad the machines could be.
WordPress doesn’t have the theme that truly thrills.
Jetpack is compensating for the lack of front-end post submission that I desire.
The ad right under a speculative paragraph on Nadal’s retirement plans. And another ad under yet another paragraph. The aesthetics of content presentation. Gross!
In writing, ‘I’ must be placed very very carefully within the sentences. Chance of ruin is high. Chance of beauty?
Repetition of ads that are not songy enough. What a torture on the senses!
Isn’t it strange that we have to specify and search for ‘wide’ shoes for normal feet?! Yeah, ill-shaped shoes have become normal shoes for ‘average feet where average = narrow’, and so, normal feet have become broad feet which require ‘special’ wide-foot shoes. What a mess marketers have made! Words can shape the mind and damage our feet.
Enthusiasm for repetition, that’s difficult and yet that’s what needs to be done with all the alertness and with interesting variations.
Never knew photographs could become so unspecial, pedestrian, mindless.
No decision consumes me any more. If I don’t have ambition, I must take a responsibility. I must market myself so that folks load me with responsibility. I am already sleepy.
There was a day, long back, I decided I wasn’t good for something that consumed me all day and made me sleep so well at night. Imagine! It’s not that I ‘explicitly’ decided, like I didn’t tell myself that it is a decision. But indeed I did decide. You don’t decide after spelling, “It is a decision.” I wish it were that way. I wish someone told me, make decisions this way, explicitly.
I would’ve damaged my knees badly had I not given up and continued the way I was going.
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