Did not post yesterday, don't have one for today. A day behind, not bad.

A
A is the beginning. At hand are the apparent alpha and ante and all associated words, but beginnings build beyond 'a' being the base or 'ante' being before. An appetizer and an aperitif arouse an appetite. Allure attracts attention. Appellations assign the origin of wine. Abscissae appear before ordinates in Cartesian coordinates.  Alliteration always initiates (anticipation of agreeable aural aggregates). Now if that didn't provide a good kick to end this, I'll end with anadiplosis, a good word to learn, where the next beginning is the previous end. And to help you remember, take a listen to this and turn the lights out now.

Yeah, it figures I wouldn't get very far.

SIPPYCUpS
Tomorrow is a day of wonder. A wonder for the word. It is not simply a matter of how words sounds that makes it beautiful. It is also the way it looks, the font, the size, the color. I occasionally enjoy playing with fonts, size, color, and juxtaposition with images as in the image below. A mock up for SIPPYCUpS! I think it at least deserves a mention of merit. Repetition, repeatability, a pattern, symmetry also make for beautiful things, but that is something for another tomorrow. I don't know much about design. I've never taken a class in design, well not graphic design. (I can further play on technicalities but that digresses too far.) As with words, as with writing, the way my mind works is by association, of words, of images, of ideas. I do what looks and feels right. I think "What is this? What does this relate to?" The acronym came first and it must before I could fiddle with several fonts until I found the right one. The color came later (and that was the hard part because I started with too many colors). The star is a gold star, a callback to early childhood school years. (And of course the SIPPYCUpS acronym, a reference to toddlerhood.) The star contains an arrowhead pointing upwards, behind the Up in SIPPYCUpS. This is an intentional upwardness to it, a positivity, but I can't be sure that translates well to the customer. Maybe it works psychologically, but I won't be able to know. The font colors were tweaked until it looked just right. Perhaps I should have gone with green, the color that usually denotes something positive (as with the stockmarket), but I do enjoy the azureness of the color I chose, ever upward into the wild blue yonder. (Of course, that blueness has its limits, but let's not get too far ahead of ourselves. Anyways, I still can't decide if the space above the 'p' is bothering me. Does it bother you now? You're welcome.

Hardly anyone understands me when I don't fill in the blanks and spell things out. Nobody does when I do.

I haven't been making posts as frequently as I used to because I haven't anything to post.

Yesterday and Tomorrow

     It all started a bit over four years ago. Just two days proud. Between then and now, things had changed. The air used to be thicker, with everything. You could butter your toast waving it around. Time stands still for no man, Figment or Gamer. You may find a hyperlink to the past but you visit a Stranger. It's never the same river twice. Like a Gamer and a Figment, Yesterday and Tomorrow stand still and never the twain shall meet. Today is the Imaginarium, shaping the flux of tomorrow into the form of Yesterday.
     Do you know who I was? You still don't. I'm the one with the hat.

I had something else written up which I will post some other time.

Om at lære dansk
Learning new languages is like learning new perspectives. The rate of acquisition is simply a matter of practice, immersion, and starting from the ground up. From first impressions, Danish appears to be a very stripped down language. There are fewer tenses than in English and for the most part, inflection is simple, as is the grammar. (I still need to find my way around en and et.) The hard part of learning Danish, obvious to anyone who doesn't speak natively, is the pronunciation. København does not exactly sound like Copenhagen and hedder isn't header but more like hella, as in "I am hella fly." ("Jeg er meget fantastisk!" or maybe it's "E am hella flew.") Scratch that. The hardest part of learning Danish is trying to find a way in which my sense of humor would actually work. I like a bit of the absurd, over-the-top, and extra groanworthy. Perhaps if I can wring out the fast-talking sarcasm of Danish culture and wield it with my rabbity wits, I might be able to swing the language in my favor. Maybe. I won't have my fingers crossed. Now how would I write that in Danish. Jeg vil ikke har krydset mine fingre. Hmm.

This doesn't read right for some reason. I'm missing a word or have a word too many or maybe just a differently inflected word.

Irreguclarity

For fear that things may change is not a reason not to act. Regret is a self-cutting blade forged from lost chances. Unexpected outcomes of chances taken, and changes foisted upon us, forge blades of nostalgic steel that cut just the same, but we pleasure in its release of endorphins. There are few apparent constants in life and fewer that were always constant. Each memory is anchored to the day, but it is a buoy in an ever-changing sea. We may slip, we may fall, but we will rise with every fault, with every error, with every misstep, but regret is a rope that ties us down. And there is no wisdom without experience. But there is no experience without wisdom. Perhaps some doors should never be opened, but curiosity gets the better of us and we itch with regret or flood with nostalgia, because we never know if the next door contains the happiness to dope the pain of ever-cutting blades.