I wrote a research paper on the topic of propinquity in interpersonal relationship development as part of an undergraduate sociology course. At that time MySpace was the big name on the block in what today we call social media, and Facebook was a mere curiosity among college students. Today, there is hardly an area of our lives that social media doesn’t touch upon: from dating to cooking, from staying connected with family and friends to meeting random strangers for God knows what; from sharing photos to selling a handmade quilt. Continue reading “Propinquity… not the Monkees’ song.”
A brother said to me: “Abba Isaac of Harashu said to me: ‘I visited Abba Sisoes of Petra, the disciple of Abba Anthony, and I asked him saying: “Tell me a word by which I might live.” He said to me: “Go, guard these three works and you will live: endure insults as glory, misery as riches, love your neighbor as yourself. And the Lord will be with you; he will make you strong against your enemies.”‘” (Harmless 249)
An appropriate word to have stuck in my head on a Sunday morning, The Apophtegmata Patrum (Sayings of the Fathers) is the Latin title given to the collection of various sayings attributed to the early desert fathers.
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Anyone who knows me, who knows me well, that is, knows about my fascination with language. Mostly self taught, I am reasonably familiar with five of the major Romance Languages: Portuguese, Spanish, French, Provençal, and Catalan.
My first serious jaunt into learning a new language was in highschool, when my family chose to host their first exchange student. Aida was from Kyrgyzstan, and although Kyrgyz, a Turkic language, is the official language, she spoke Russian as do many Kyrgyzstanis. Continue reading “Matriculate | Crazy He Calls Me”
Some mornings I wake up with two or more things rambling around in my mind. This morning I was greeted to the new day by this odd buy one get one free combination.
Hold up… faster than a time-machine!
My name’s Jason. I’ve been plagued by earworms (compulsively repeated words, phrases, or musical tunes) every morning when I wake up since my late teenage years. Most mornings they stick with me for an hour or so, but recently they have been hanging around for the better part of the morning. Rather than turn to a medical answer at this point-in-time, I’ve decided to use these seemingly random and certainly annoying features for something creative and productive. The result is this blog.
Each day I will post an entry of that morning’s earworm. In each post I’ll try to provide a definition, etymology, image, video, or calligraphy of the day’s word or tune. Some days words are neologisms or portmanteaux and make little or no sense to anyone but me; with those, I’ll do my best.