kirby1024: Kirbinator Icon (half-my face, half-terminator face) (Default)
Especially when they're geeking on my geekery:

It's long, about 15 minutes or so. But well worth it, because I agree with just about everything in it. The dictionary is not the language. It doesn't contain all the words and leave out all the non-words. It just has a set of words. And we can do so much better. We can capture every word in the world if we want to!

And as it turns out, the sort of site that she was envisioning has already begun, And it's name is Wordnik. And I gotta love a website that helps put words into context by putting realtime Twitter feeds into every word. That's just brilliant.

EDIT: OH MY GOD. They let you record your pronunciation of words. This is beyond awesome. I may be staying in tonight...
kirby1024: Green Greens Animation from Kirby's Dream Land (Kirby Green Greens)
Every now and then, I remember why I love my phone so much.

So, my phone has a quite decent digital camera on it. This camera, being on my phone, is thus directly connected to the Internet, whenever I want to. So, if I ever want to share a photo on my Twitter, I can take a snap, and then send it down the line, with no muss or fuss.

So when I was looking at the fog today, that's exactly what I did.

I love technology. So hard.
kirby1024: Neon outline of Kirby on black (Kirby Neon)
What do I think is love?

To me, love really is a matter of vulnerability. When I lower every guard I have and tell my lover secrets of mine, and they hold those secrets to their heart, that is love. In this way, I guess, I have friends that I love, that I can share my innermost self with, and friends that I don't.

And then there's my lover. I think I share that same love, but it's tempered - I'm always watching what I say, because I never want to disappoint him. I've had breakups before, and so maybe part of this is a fear of not wanting to give myself entirely to him. Or perhaps it's a fear that he'll leave me if he gets too close to my heart and sees what I think I am.

Of course, when I do let him in, he never leaves me. Half the time it leaves me in tears - when I realise that he's just accepted who I am and he's still there, it affects me like nothing else. And I've revealed demons of mine that I'm sure anyone else would need to do some serious soul-searching about. But he didn't. Every neurosis. Every secret. Every demon. He took them all, and then embraced me harder. And the more vulnerable I make myself, the more, I realise, he loves me.

And it's so much effort! To slip past all those defenses, to say what's at the core of my being, to put myself out there, to be denied or accepted, is so incredibly hard. It's terrifying, it's scary, and past history seems to help only a little. But everytime I do it, I get my heart back.

There was a point once where I believed that I would trust my lover with my life, but not my self. These days? I'm not so sure. I have now told my boy things that I have never told another soul, living or dead. I have told him things that I would never admit to myself. I have dredged up the most horrendous memories and shared the terrible things that lay there. He has my self now. I trust him not just with my life, but with my me.


kirby1024: Kirbinator Icon (half-my face, half-terminator face) (Default)

January 2011

30 31     


RSS Atom

Most Popular Tags

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags