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that’s capital

some really sweet things about japanese:
- you don’t need to think about capital letters. it would be especially great if i could make my powerpoint presentations in japanese so that i could avoid the philosophical arguments about capitalization that i get into with myself
- the word など (nado) to indicate that a list of stated things is not complete. used in a similar fashion to “etc.”
apples and oranges nado…
but it is a really word. ok - so, i have a hard time accepted “etc.” as a really word even in its expanded form which i will leave you to look up because i cannot remember the spelling. i cannot use “etc.” without being aware that i am using it. just like how now, i am trying to be on strike from capital letters but i am entirely aware of it and might just go back and capitalize before i post this.

which is making me wonder - what does it say when a person avoids capital letters? are they in a hurry - they can’t take the time to hit shift? is it a coolness that is being projected? is it modesty? they do not want to capitalize “I->i” but then they realize that de-capitalizing i while keeping all other capital letters makes it look like they are trying too hard so they de-capitalize everything. and then someone’s name comes up and you have to question your relationship with them - “is it appropriate for me to not spell their name with a big first letter?” and sometimes, even if their name would look way cooler all lowercase, you just have to capitalize.

and because i am working in all lowercase here and because it is saturday night and i am working on a presentation but also working through huge frustrations at myself for how much i don’t express because i am too scared about what people will think of me and finally because you might not ever ever hear me actually sing it, i will share with you the words to a song I wrote (and no not while brainstorming for thesis ideas):

glass plate in my throat
rubber tube in my stomach
i am searching for the words
from the eloquence machine
to explain why i can’t digest you

these robotic legs
can’t take me fast enough
from the magnetic pull
between you and me
that promises destruction within us

and i can say that i’d take the chance
with every implant in me
that could process my thoughts of you
and make my actions the same
who knows where i would go
if i could disappear
when i catch sight of you
with my cyber gear

body’s all plastic now
so that you can’t grow on me
i am multi-coloured themed
my template fits the scene
and i hope it makes you jealous

don’t worry, i won’t make this poetry corner (sort of speaking for myself because my poem/mediaspace maximum is about three. any more than that and my eyes crust over and i can’t see the point). i just need to put it…somewhere.

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