"it's nighttime in brooklyn"

July 12 2005
there's a girl here that i work with that is an english major, and she said something last night that still remains with me. she was writing herself a reminder about something and had spelled one of the words wrong. a girl with us pulled the "english major" card. you know..."but you're an english major..." (side note: it's actually a very legitimate excuse for many things: i don't know how to divide. that's ok, i'm an english major, blah blah blah)
anyway, on with my story. so after the "english major" bat was swung, emily said, "actually, i'm not that much different other than i like words slightly more than the average person."
what a neat statement. maybe not to you, but to me it is. i love words. i might not be very good at using them myself ( i have to work hard at it), but i love the ways other people use them.
for example, one of my favorite devices used in literature is imagery. the use of imagery is merely to paint a picture with words. i love phrases that i can immediately picture in my mind. here's a list of my favorite:
-"like a cloud on the chicago skyline, these things will pass" (sandra mccracken, "sunday morning")
-"it's nighttime in brooklyn" (ryan horne)
-"Atticus was right. One time he said you never really know a man until you stand in his shoes and walk around in them. Just standing on the Radly porch was enough." (to kill a mockingbird)
-"Thou watchest the last oozings hours by hours." (John Keats "To Autumn" referring to a sunset)
-"I could not see my favorite mountains from where I sat, but opposite my chair, on the far wall of the dining room, was an antique oval mirror, a gift from my father, and in its reflection, I could see the mountains capped with snow, even in summer, and watch the trees change color. That censored view intensified my impression that the noise came not from the street below but from some far-off place, a place whose persistent hum was our only link to the world we refused, for those few hours, to acknowledge." (Azar Nafisi, Reading Lolita in Tehran)

that's all for now. i have to count my money box and get out of here.
it really wouldn't hurt to brush my teeth right now....