i feel like i've stepped into another world, where fun = finding new syllabaries for other languages, or writing out the phonemic spelling of words found on the side of my coffee cup. i'm a linguistics geek. i like words. i like the idea of people communicating through learned patterns of sound. i think the fact that i drink coffee while doing these sort of "studies", if i can call them that, is the only thing that keeps me from dropping to loser status. (please, just humor me by letting me think i'm not already there).
which brings me to the next topic of this post: el dia de san valentin. for those of you who don't habla, i just dropped the valentine's day bomb. i haven't seen anyone post about this "holiday" yet, and i think i might know why. it's one of the touchiest holidays known to man. a holiday hot potato, if you will - and you must, this is my blog. so what is to be said about this coming tuesday? who will benefit, who will suffer? who will end up watching some sappy john kusack movie at 8'clock at night while slowly playing "love me tender" on the guitar? i don't know, but i sure feel sorry for that guy.
not that i couldn't be that guy myself. i'm single, i have no plans, i sometimes get trapped watching 'serendipity' on tv, and i own a guitar. toss in a long day of studying the evolution of olde english, and i just might be in the mood for a good cry. i may be a geek, but i'm a sentimental geek. this line is for josh, because i think he scrolls down past long posts to read the comments. so back to valentine's day. here's a quick history of the holiday, according to dictionary.com:
The fullest and perhaps earliest description of the Valentine's Day tradition occurs in Chaucer's Parlement of Foules, composed around 1380, which takes place “on Seynt Valentynes day,/Whan every foul cometh there to chese [choose] his make [mate].”
now, either "foul" means foul, as in a scary, disgusting, smelly, ugly person, or it is the old spelling of "fool". i'm betting on fool. so basically, chaucer started a tradition of getting all the fools together to find their "make". isn't this what happens even to this day? guys get lonely, girls get lonely, they start looking around for some "foul" to fall in love with. it's really a beautiful thing. if it would've just stayed that way, i think i would enjoy it a lot more. but like every other holiday in america, it's been commercialized to the point of foulishness.
edward t. welch says in his book (When people are big and God is small) that we shouldn't want people, that we shouldn't need people....that instead we should just love people. now i either don't understand what he means, or i don't agree with that. i don't see how you could say to your wife, for example, "i love you, but, ya know, i just don't want/need you." i guess there's just a lot about relationships that i don't understand. but what i do know is that i don't exactly enjoy a holiday that re-emphasizes the fact that i want to be a foul in a love, and i'm not. i don't want to sound bitter. i think i did that last year, and it doesn't help. so instead i'll just leave it at that and pass this hot potato.
be mine,
tomas