(Sermon for Lent 5A on Musings. Never really felt good about the ending. Good cadenza, weak final cadence.)
((Wouldn't Kadence be a great boy's name?))
(((And his twin sister could be Kadenza!)))
((((With K's 'kause K's are kooler.))))
Sometimes, when I'm writing academic things, I feel so smart. Certain sentences just contain such a word:character ratio that I'm amazed at my vocabulary and prosiness. (proz-ee-ness. The "ness" form of "to prose")
For example: "I have only recently come back to appreciating his work, after a time of frustration with what I see as an oversimplification of his work for the sake of devotional spirituality."
Man, and you should(n't) get me started on the influence of hegemony in the cultural production of evil. But don't ask me about "bifurcation." I had to walk out of class, go to the computer lab (this class doesn't allow computers), pull up a dictionary site and search on it, after the professor used it in 3 out of 4 paragraphs in the first forty-five minutes of class. ("To bifurcate" means "to divide in two parts," if you were wondering.)
There a website (here) which does this, too, only more randomly. The site is called "Write your own academic sentence" and you pick from the drop down lists, hit "write me" and it writes you a fancy sentence.
And now I'm going to rest my brilliant brain in a bumbling blessed slumbersome state of sleep. (Alliteration for the win!)
Later, you can hear about my new new knitting obsession. Yesterday it was baby blankets. (I've got 3 in line, once I get the yarn.) Today, it's hairbun covers.
1 comment:
But my dear - WE are bifurcated. Unlike merfolk.
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