Breathe

The lesson for the day is SIMPLICITY. K.I.S.S. Keep it simple stupid. I despise the word stupid- its lazy, arbitrary in it's misconception. What do you call something that describes it'self perfectly...Autological: and straight from MentalFloss.com. >Some words do embody the properties they denote. We call them autological words, and they are a self-centered, self-referential bunch.< When speaking of stupid something else comes to mind. When a person says the word 'stupid', think of the shape of their mouth and brows, the lilt of their voice. lower quality the words associated (as if they hang out on a Friday night) with the word stupid assume its nature merely by being mentioned in the same sentence. "You're Stupid. That idea was stupid." Now do you not feel insipid on your own tongue? Why not say "vapid" or "doltish" even better "mutton headed"! Keep it simple. Some of the best Advice I got from my mentor Mister Major Rickie: BE Brief, Be Brilliant, Be Gone. In other words explained: Keep it simple. Tangent #2 Let us breathe. Go on. I'll wait. In, deeply fill your lungs, sit up straight and close your eyes. Imagine that there are tiny children on an invisible school bus flying into your nostril and flowing down your lungs into a bronchial. HOLD IT IN. Like a smelly fart on a second date. Now breathe out and smile! I feel better already, too bad if you don't. I can not fix you. I only have control over my thoughts, and my emotional pathway. You are the master of your fate. (watch or read Invictus, William E Henley). Henley is from Gloucester England. Which, coincidentally, is one of my favorite places to pronounce. It's like Worcestershire except less salty. Keeping it simple does not mean to forget all other thoughts. It does not mean banish the creative or even off centered views. It is a focus for your creativity. What are you good at Beckey? Well I am good at decorating my small house. I am good at alphabetizing my DVD collection. I perform well when briefing a topic I enjoy. I am a splendid reader. While I may not always use the proper word I am good at finding obscure, fundamentals in the bowels of human history. And with all thanks (for the next paragraph) to WorldWideWords.org MY NEW favorite word- that aptly describes the conversations between my brother and myself is Maieutic. Pronounced /meɪˈjuːtɪk/ The maieutic method is Socratic: a person is engaged in a dialogue by a questioner until frustration caused by challenges to his ideas leads him to dissatisfaction with his settled convictions and makes him refine his views. In practice, the questioner knows the answers already and leads the dialogue by supplying clues to allow the other person to work them out. The word is from Greek maieuesthai, to act as a midwife, from maia, a midwife. Socrates compared himself to a philosophical midwife, who through his questioning could induce the delivery of superior understanding in the other person, because the knowledge was already present in that person’s mind. “Think?” I queried, “do I ever really think? Is there anything inside my head but cotton-wool? How can I call myself a Thinker? What am I anyhow?” I pursued the sad inquiry: “A noodle, a pigwidgeon, a ninnyhammer, a bubble on the wave, a leaf in the wind, Madame!” More Trivia, by Logan Pearsall Smith, 1921. In conclusion::: Am I a thinker? yes. Do I enjoy relaxing with nothing on my agenda? yes. Would I prefer the insult or appreciation to suit the act that facilitated the outrage? yes. Have I made any sense? No. Now then, Go and boil your bottoms, you sons of a silly person. You and all your silly English K-nig-hts. (IMDB,Monty Python and the Holy Grail)