As I mentioned yesterday, I had a Part 2 to yesterday’s post, regarding the idea of leaving a party in order to walk on a college campus. In this post, I recall one of these incidents that happened precisely nine years ago. Wow–to think that it was that long ago, yet at the same time, not so long ago!
Notice: Listening to Marc Cohn is NOT required while reading this post.
Back in December, I was rendezvousing with one of the former coordinators of my REU in 2008 at The Mill. Conversations at those rendezvous are always the type of “how are things going/let’s catch up.” One part of the discussion, though, encouraged a follow-up blog post. I don’t know why I waited this long to write the post, but actually this is part one of two, and tomorrow will have a “throwback journal entry” with a reference to this post!
Jargon is an interesting phenomenon. I think that many people interpret “jargon” to mean “scientific mumbo jumbo.” However, it is really specialized language that applies to a specific field or group. Some words of jargon end up not being so scary. I’ve got a good non-intimidating example.
The subtitle of this post might be “Don’t take it for granted.”
As I mentioned in my blog earlier in the week, the Character Building Trial entered Phase Two as I had the cast removed on Monday, to be replaced with a removable brace. This was critical in that it removed four significant disabilities from which I had suffered during Phase One:
A few days ago, I read the post “Job Opportunity” on Maggie Wilson’s blog. She had received an opportunity for an internship at a gold mine in Nunavut in February. My immediate response was intentionally punny:
Although it sounds fun, I would probably have none of it.
(Two drums and a cymbal just fell of[f] the cliff.)
More importantly, the name “Nunavut” encouraged me to write this post on good timing. I will explain, certainly. But before I get into the meat of the post, the first thing that I will notice is that I made a rare typo on that comment, since for some reason the keyboard did not recognize the second press of the “f” key! To whom shall I pay the five cents?