Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Greetings!

Before I take you on the journey of a blog, I would like to begin with an explanation of what this one will offer you:

As the username claims, we are Seven Bloggers Blogging. Powers of deduction might have helped you conclude that each one of us seven will take a single day of the week (i.e. I have Tuesdays), and each week we will update the blog on our appointed days. That's the basics, any further detail and my own head will start feeling heavy.

A small disclaimer: The seven of us are by no means in the same location. In fact, each of us are in different time zones. It could cause time issues, but I'm sure the kinks will work themselves out if you bare with us.

Enough with the poor explanations...

So, today I present you me, Sydney Gann, your Tuesday Blogger. Instead of forcing you to read a biography of myself, I'll present you with three basic facts:

I am a Student.

I am a girl (as my name is neutral).

And I live somewhere very green, very yellow, and very wheaty.

While we're on the subject of threes, I now give you my actual blog! Huzzah!



Verisimilitude: As the generally blunt character in my social circle, it's been widely accepted that I'm the most truthful person you will ever meet. That is, for the most part, the truth itself; however, might I pose the possibility that an individual has the capacity to bluntly lie? It is quite simple really, once those around you settle into the opinion that all opinions spouting from your lips are the truth (or at least, your truth), an opportunity eventually presents itself. Actuallity often tramples upon pretenses, yes, but the ability to bluntly tell the truth while simultaneously telling blunt lies occurs more often in my life than not. Am I a vicious, rumor spreading fiend? No. My lies do not span beyond my own being. Yes, I practiced my French Horn last night. No, I am not angry with you. Ect. Be wary, become a listener and not a shoulder-shrugger. If such a blunt, truth telling friend exists in your web watch them as they speak and truly evaluate their face and words. You'll see that more often than not, the truth they so bluntly tell is not complete.

Heart: Two widely accepted theories exist on the functionality of my heart. The first, more appropriate theory claims that it sits in the lower left side of my thoracic cavity and is roughly the size of my fist. There, nestled between two lungs, it beats at a steady pace and remains quite healthy. The rate of my pulse suggests I am athetic and have slightly low blood pressure, a sign that it is often times laid back. The second, more popular theory states that it is frozen twice over, hidden in a box under my bed, and locked away with a thrown away key. It does not receive affection or grant any in return, and the only thing it is good for is for speculating how much heat it would take to melt the first layer of ice. I'm pragmatic, therefore, any tale that has my heart beating outside of my chest is simply not worth my consideration.

Tautology: The possibilities of standing down (outside of the context of arguing) are slim to none. Take a look at the English language, will you? When writers have their characters standing, they often write 'they sat down' to illustrate the instant the character's butt made contact with a hard or plush surface. While many would claim that an extra word, a preposition (pesky creatures), does not make a difference to the clarity of writing, I seethe at the extra usage. They sat would be more appropriate and less repetitive. Other examples of needless space filling are Widow Woman, He/she/it said after quotations, Windy wind, wet rain. I've seen them all. Redundancy never wears off.

That's all I have for you today,

Tuesday's Child.