Yesterday I decided to start a blog.
I mostly thrive on other people's ideas/lectures/conversations/books/lyrics/poems, and I lack original topics to rant about myself. So, I'll probably just post other people's interesting stuff.
"Real smarts begin when you quit quoting other people"
— Chuck Palahniuk (Pygmy)
...maybe one day.
A name. Coming up with one was even more difficult than facing the reality that I don't actually have any personal ideas/quirks/experiences to discuss.
I almost went with Are you there Blog? It's me, Ty, but instead decided that this was a problem for Facebook to solve. I went to my page (as I frequently do...I suffer from a touch of social networking narcissism) and looked at my favorite quotes. These were my sources of inspiration:
They danced down the streets like dingledodies, and I shambled after as I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones that never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn...
Jack Kerouac (On the Road)
Cuando despertó, el dinosaurio todavía estaba allí.
-Augusto Monterrosa
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they're worth
-Pocahontas
Yo piscolio. Tú piscolias. Él piscolia. Nosotros piscoliamos. Vosotros piscoliáis. ¡TODOS PISCOLIAN!
-Lukas Lonza
The last two were out. Ever since I found out that Disney lies I have been a bit upset with myself for even allowing the Pocahontas lyric to reside on my page. I still think it's a good message, but not bloggable. I don't drink enough to name my blog PISCOLIANDO. That would be misleading. Probably more interesting though.
So I was left with the first two quotes. They were both too long (even though Monterrosa's is actually the shortest short story in the world!), but I decided that I could work with it.
I chose the words in each quote that spoke to me the most. Dingledodies. Shambled. Yawn. Burn. Dinosaurio.
Well, I don't want the blog to be yawn-worthy. Out.
Burn. Ouch. Out.
Shambled. I liked it... out.
Dingledodies. YES. What is a dingledodie? I have no idea. Dictionary.com=fail. Perhaps I will explore what it means to be a dingledodie in this blog. I probably will. Unintentionally.
Dinosaurio. Now, I am not a big fan of dinosaurs, but I really like Monterrosa's story. When he woke up, the dinosaur was still there. What is the dinosaur? An event? A dictator? A clogged toilet? Maybe he is the dinosaur. Or, more likely, he was a small furry animal living in a hole which has been covered for several days by a large, dead, dinosaur. Maybe he lives in my apartment which is decorated with dinosaurs. Maybe he's me! I live in my apartment. Maybe he's a she. I guess Monterrosa doesn't actually say he. Oh my lanta, Augusto Monterrosa wrote a short story about me!
Dinosaurios and dingledodies. Now I have topics! Very open ended topics that I know absolutely nothing about.
Perfect.
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