Justin: I started a new blog that you are welcome to use. Side note, I think I've been hanging out with you too much. me: Was it the "I started a new blog" part or the fact that you said "side note"? And you didn't say what the blog was! Justin: A live music blog. And it was both. http://loveinthelive.tumblr.com/ me: alliterated too!? <3 <3
me: Oh look! A community garden! Ginnie: We can get lettuce there! me: Uh, G. You can't just roll up in there and harvest things. That's not how a community garden works. Ginnie: Why not? I'm part of the community. Ok then.
me: Do you remember if they wanted space for advertising on the green site? Justin: (sigh) You already asked me this! I do not know! me: I didn't ask you today! Justin: You asked me the other day! me: I don't remember everything you say, damn. Justin: You should. My words are like the gospel truth.
[via text after Justin calls me three times and says nothing when I answer] me: So either one of us has no reception of you're dead and your ghost is trying to contact me. I really hope it's not the latter. Justin: Huh??? me: You called me three times! Justin: Nuh uh!!!
Z: I think I have been underappreciated for so long that I actually find myself missing misery. And yes that was three m's in a row. Actually three first syllables that start with an M and end with an S.
A homophone is a word that is pronounced the same as another word but differs in meaning. The words may be spelled the same, such as rose (flower) and rose (past tense of "rise"), or differently, such as carat, caret, and carrot, or to, two, and too. Homophones that are spelled the same are also both homographs and homonyms. Homophones that are spelled differently are also called heterographs. The term "homophone" may also apply to units longer or shorter than words, such as phrases, letters or groups of letters that are pronounced the same as another phrase, letter or group of letters.
The word derives from the Greek homo- (ὁμο-), "same", and phōnḗ (φωνή), "voice, utterance". The opposite is heterophone: similar, but not phonetically identical words.
Examples of "oronyms" (which may only be true homophones in certain dialects of English) include:
"ice cream" vs. "I scream" (as in the popular song "I scream. You scream. We all scream for ice cream.")
"euthanasia" vs. "Youth in Asia"
"depend" vs. "deep end"
"the sky" vs. "this guy" (most notably as a mondegreen in Purple Haze by Jimi Hendrix)
"four candles" vs. "fork handles"
"sand which is there" vs. "sandwiches there"
"example" vs. "egg sample" (my favorite)
"some others" vs. "some mothers"
"night rain" vs. "night train"
"minute" vs. "my newt"
"Long Island" vs. "lawn guy land" (Justin's favorite)
"real eyes, realize, real lies"
Oh look! Brian McKnight wants to teach you about homophones.
sounds like: The Sound of Music (how do you solve a problem like Maria?), the spin cycle of the washing machine, and The Darjeeling Limited. Wes Anderson needs to make another movie to save the Wilson brothers' careers. AT&T and Hall Pass? Come on.
tastes like: Greek yogurt with strawberries/mint chiffonade/apricot syrup, sunny side up egg with sea salt and clover sprouts, leftover ribs from yesterday's bbq, and good coffee with proper cream.
feels like: Whoa, the air conditioner isn't mandatory today!
smells like: charcoal, laundry drying in the sun, mint and lime slices.
Michael Otley's Gchat status: Hunger is the worst distractor.
me: Hunger is the worst distractor. Good luck if you're trying to be productive.
Otley: Haha, yes I'm taking a summer class, but every moment I just want to eat another sandwich instead of work on projects. Ahhh! Thanks!
me: Michael Otley, sandwiches are the perfect thing to eat while you work on projects!
Otley: Haha, yes! But I'm so easily distracted!
me: Ah well, if you eat then you will no longer be distracted by your hunger. Ergo, your productivity can only benefit from a sandwich.
Otley: Seems simple enough, but if I allow myself to do that I'll make a continuous supply of sandwiches and by the end of the day I won't have any work done or any bread, but I'll be bloated for sure. Ha.
me: A day full of sandwiches? How is that wrong? Ok, I GUESS I see your point about the bread, bloating, and unfinished work.
[via text] me: This book is set in Janson (send mms of book) Russian Rachel: Good type IDing!! I like the cover. me: I cheated, I checked the back. I like old book typefaces. Russian Rachel: hahahahahah JANDOS WOULD FROWN me: He should be happy that I cared enough to check.
Side note, this was an amazing book. So informative. I learned the origins of the term "scalloped" (as in potatoes), when they first made chowder in America, and how to make my own buttermilk, butter, ghee, Russian cream, and other various delights. Must. Purchase. Also, must find a place in Northern Virginia that sells unhomogenized milk.
I had to stop reading it and walk to Starbucks for a latte. It was that good.
[2 AM] Meekus: Bleeeh so tired. I gotta open tomorrow. me: Did you...did you just get home? Meekus: Yes. me: What the fuck. And you have to open? WHYAREWESTILLSPEAKING? Meekus: because I like you. me: oh ok that's a good reason.
Memorial Day picnic at Occoquan Regional Park with Bates, Josh, and Melanie. The Melanie and Josh thing was a nice surprise. We had runny cheeses, berries, sparkling grape juice, and peach pie. I threw together a salad of romaine, artichoke hearts, navel oranges and grated parmesan cheese. A recycling bin and pizza box served as my tripod though my actual tripod was in my car, less than fifty feet away.
I wasn't lying about that emergency picnic basket thing. Emergency picnic basket kit:
pinwheel (I have yet to take a cutesy pinwheel photo)
Pa: vina, would you like Sammy more if he were a French bulldog? me: Maybe. I would like him a thousand times more if he were Lucky. Pa: VINA! me: What? It's true. Pa: (to Sammy) You ok? It's ok, she didn't mean it.