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I haven’t done the etymological research, but somehow ‘pedestrian’ came to be synonymous with: banal, commonplace, dull, ordinary, unexciting, etc. If you want to see a photo that really demonstrates what abuse this is, here is the photo from the wikipedia page for ‘pedestrian’. And what about ‘paedophile’? Even if they don’t share a common root, you can see what I’m getting at. This injustice has gone unsung for long enough.

The roots of the word have to do with feet and going by foot and the like. This makes sense because that is what the word means. So next time you speak of someone having a “pedestrian lifestyle”, just think of what you are really saying: their life has something to do with feet. Doesn’t sound so cool and literate now, does it?

(to be continued)

Here is something kinda interesting. Throughout the day memories come (to me at least) seemingly without cause – out of the blue. These can be memories of things that I haven’t thought of since they occurred. That is strange in itself, but that isn’t the point. I don’t know if other people are like this, but memories of ordinary times/events take on a sentimental character, but only after an amount of time has passed. I can think of sitting at a cafe a year ago just like I often would do, but I now feel sentimental about it. Nothing extraordinary; I was just sitting alone drinking coffee. I feel nostalgic about the previous apartment I lived in, even though I didn’t really like it. What the hell is the point of all these sentiments and nostalgia? I don’t really know what it is that I’m even nostalgic about; it seems a little unwarranted. I can see how it could be some kind of psychological mechanism to make me feel good about my life, that every memory (except for the harrowing ones) fade back into a golden age. Not only that, but every memory has its own flavor, so to speak. By “sentiment” I mean the flavor or smell of the memory – a signature feeling of some kind. It is strange, on the one had these sentiments seem unique to each time/place, but at the same time I can’t really what is different about them, what is really different about these sentiments. Another thing that is strange is that I remember them as if that is how it felt to be there at that time, but I’m pretty sure that that isn’t what it felt like then. Likewise, I may one day remember the times I spent sitting on the floor with my computer on a stool, messing around on the internet like I am right now, and remember them fondly. But I don’t feel those sentiments right now. But what the hell are those additional sentiments that one feels when they look back on past times? There are times in the present that seem to approximate those nostalgic sentiments. I’m thinking of times like taking a walk at dusk in the spring on those first few days when it smells really amazing outside. Whatever, you know what I’m talking about.

After a bit of reflection I have completely changed camps on the fellatio competition issue. I was thinking too narrowly. After a little thought, “fellatio competition” started to sound provincial and unrefined. Now I’m thinking: Sex Olympics. Imagine something grand and cosmopolitan. No one should have any trouble coming up with some possible events. They will probably come to you in a steady succession until you forcibly direct your attention to something else. There are so many possibilities that it would be hard to choose. But please don’t post any of your ideas in the comments. Keep them to yourself. I’m trying to keep this site respectable.

I saw this article today. Who cares about how many, what gender and what nationality the people are. Doesn’t the world have enough problems without oral sex competitions? That is the take home message here today. It’s like: things are getting bad, people are losing jobs, all kinds of wars and hatred going around, everyone is on drugs, everyone has uploaded their life onto the internet, etc. and then someone says “I know, let’s have an oral sex competition!” Who the hell knows; maybe that is what the world needs. Another thing: you know it wasn’t a cunnilingus competition. Just great…a fellatio competition. A fucking fellatio competition folks. Yep, that is what it has come to. Just think about that. Pretty soon your kids will be watching fellatio competitions on the internet and text voting for their favorite. Just a thought.

I may have finally cracked the language of the cicada. I don’t know about you, but I have been a little uneasy with all that chatting that has been going on. Hopefully this will put any paranoid concerns you may have had to rest. Here is an excerpt from my investigation:

“I’m over here”

“And I’m right here”

“Cool, I’m here too”

“I’m glad there are so many of us”

“Ok, I’m new here, can someone fill me in?”

“Sure, from the sound of things there are tons of us around here”

“I guess I came to the right place”

“Did I mention that I’m still here?”

“Now that we’re all here, what should we do?”

“Just go fly around a bit and then come back, or don’t, either way someone will fill your spot”

“Wherever you go, make sure to let everyone know that you are there”

So there ya have it.  You can go about your days free of worry that the cicadas are up to anything. I’ll be sure to keep you updated if I hear anything.