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2007-07-21 2:58pm
Hello, my name is Chuck, and this is the latest incarnation of my blog. I've tried to experiment with different blogging systems, and you can pretty much expect me to abandon this as readily as I did the others. While it lasts, though, I'll actually be able to recieve feedback from my non-existent readers.
2007-08-13 5:48pm
[EDIT: This blog originally had the subtitle "Thoughts -> Words -> Attempted Speech -> Chuck-ese".] I suppose that it would be in good form to explain the name of my new blog in the first post. It all begain in Eighth Grade, at lunchtime. I was dutifully describing to my friends my response to a question on an American History test they had yet to take. The answer had something to do with the Triangle Trade, and as I was using the words "trade routes," I made a little gesture with my fingers; I pointed both of my hands downward, extended my index fingers, and moved them from side to side. My long-time friend Steve immediately mimicked/mocked me. Mark and Ryan joined in the fun. From that day foreward, my habit of making erratic hand gestures would lead to the birth of a whole new language whose sole purpose was to mock said habit. By the end of that fateful day, we had coined four words in "Chuck-ese":
Since that day, we have added innumerable words to the Chuck-ese vocabulary:
And so on. That is the manner in which I express myself. This, also, is how I express myself. I do not fare well with verbal communication. I stutter certain words (such as "I") and I talk very loudly; if the target of my speech is a pretty female, I lock up utterly; when giving a formal report, I talk very fast and into the paper I'm reading from (yet I still managed a silver medal in Informative Speech at the Baker Olympics last year); and the aforementioned gestures strike some as odd. The idkydi stands for I don't know you, do I? A note on the subtitle: it is a play on Noam Chomskey's information processing models we learned in Psychology. The Idea -> words -> phonemes -> speech model (top-down processing) has been altered to reflect my own shortcomings. Good luck deciphering the crap, - Chuck
2007-07-21 3:00pm
Throughout the stories and anecdotes I will present in this blog, many names will consistently appear. Rather than describing each person every time I introduce them, I have decided to form this handy little Dramatis Personae (I just came off reading a Larry Niven novel, so that may have had some influence). Names are arranged in alphabetic order.
This is by no means an exhaustive list of the people in my life. This is simply a list of people who may or may not frequently be present when things happen that I deem worthy to write about.
2007-07-21 3:00pm
I consider myself to be quite the quotable fellow. So, I'm going to do you the favor of sharing all of my little gems of speech with you. Enjoy. "Freedom is like currency; if not used, it exists only to be taken away." "Tell me, does [name removed out of decency] burn for the touch of a man?" "It only offends you if you let it." "If I knew why I do what I do, I'd be a much happier person." "Want leads to pursuit; pursuit to failure; failure to misery; and misery to want." "The clam seeks not its prey, yet it is always satisfied. Emulate the clam." "The seed of doubt has been nurtured by the waters of evidence and the manure of proof, and has grown into the tree of sorrow." "I didn't read Walden for a very good reason: it is a carcinogen." "Stupid! Stupid! Never turn down a free hug." "I crossed the crick to buy a creamy with extra melk with a cue-pon." (These are in no particular order. The first one was first uttered at math camp in the summer before 8th grade, and the second was said last Saturday.)
2007-07-21 3:01pm
I'll level with you, my faithful readers. I am a one-dimensional man. For all I talk about my various ambitions, I have one goal that supersedes all others. The treasures I seek is the joy of female companionship. This end has consumed me, near as I can tell, since I "noticed" the opposite sex in 4th grade. And ever since, I've done a miserable job attaining this end. I don't persue sex. I wouldn't say it's unimportant to me, but it definitely falls rather low on my priority scale. I seek neither social status nor a trophy. I want a person with whom I can communicate in a different way with. Attraction has something to do with it, but I honesty couldn't tell you why this is my obsession. What I do know is that I like to talk about this little sport of mine in metaphor. I believe that fishing is the obvious choice for the metaphor. Thus, whenever I talk about "fishing," 9 times out of 10 I'll be talking about my quest for my Other Half. Right now, I have only to say: The fishing pond is not only devoid of fish, it appears to lack water, also.
2008-05-30 9:08pm
[EDIT: This list is just a reposting, with modifications, of articles found here and here.] This is mostly a reposting of my article found here, with some additions. I plan to keep this well updated. Books I have Begun, but Not Finished:
Hobbies I have Undertaken, but Abandoned: (Note, this does not include hobbies I conciously decided to abandon, such as Pokemon or the piano.)
2008-07-09 1:05pm This article is merely a reposting of this post, combined with information from this post, with new material added on as projects crop up. I started with a to-do list that I already had created so I could feel good about having made some progress already. [Last Updated 30-May-2008]
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