When John doesn't post his memoirs people get antsy (a 3-part reflection)

Hey guys. Remember when we used to blog like crazy mofos. Interesting choice of words there but nonetheless. Phraseology and such. You do realize that you have to keep up to stay hip or get left behind to stay retro without even trying. Style is an important aspect of peoples lives who should probably be watching more TV.
If we blogged like we used to then who know, we could have become internet sensations. Can people go viral via blog post? Usually things don't go viral for good reasons though.
This is when I start reflecting. Like a mirror. In winter time. Sorry to borrow/steal/usurp/tapdanceonthegraveof/trounce/confuse/mishandle your thunder John. I got bored and the teetering sickness is still about 50/50.
I think we had a really good time camping. I didn't bring a camera so I don't have pictures. But I have the remembrance. Rembrants' remembrance. I do wonder what the Ranger would have said if he stumbled upon us as we were teamwork lifting each other up onto the opposite side of the ravine. Our woes might have been greater than the toads. Sometimes you think about the woes of smaller creatures. Well I do. About ants. That one time I saw an ant in the shower. My reaction of course was to drown the bastard and watch his tiny ant body swirl into the drain. I consider myself a peaceful person but there is something innate about territory and the instant reaction of wanting to remove something from a place that you feel so rightly belongs to you. Human nature is that way. But then are we granted this power by our higher levels of intelligence? Because we can appreciate and manipulate are we bestowed the rights of claim? I think the answer might be yes. Camping is harmless though. Unless BIC lighters go pop. Maybe we are ants on a grander scale but no one has come along to wash us away yet.
Part 2. I have been reading too much poetry. I don't know how this happened. Well I did register for these classes but I did not think, entering into my higher education that so much time would be dedicated to poetry. I also didn't realize how much I would secretly enjoy it. Poetry does something to the way you think. It makes you make conflated sentences. It makes you look at words and judge them on how long they are and how that makes you feel.
For example, inescapable.
Just the length and the sound and the meaning coming together in strange forces of literary perfection. Just say it. Say it out loud. Inescapable.
feel the word in your mouth. That's another thing, the way words come out. The oral language and how you physically craft words by sounds movements in your mouth. And guess what, you do this all subconsciously. And you learned it all before you can remember.
Say the word freight.
the F sound is a labialdental sound (lips and teeth)
the R sound is Alveolar. (the tongue touches the alveolar ridge which is on the roof of your mouth right behind your top teeth)

Kind of amazing right?

Part 3.
People can't help themselves. Phraseology. Language in context. I am becoming weirdly charmed by language. Our language mainly. I used to think learning another language would be groundbreaking and is such an achievement but even on a singular level of just knowing one language is pretty fantastic. And kind of beautiful. This could still be part 2.
Part 3 can be simple.
I am a lucky person. By being polite enough and being lucky I've got a considerably good hold on myself, here. Sometimes you can lose sight of yourself or why things are the way they are. But the truth is that we all have a good hold on things.

There is no point to this post. Merely an expression.
If we couldn't laugh about it then I'm not sure what we would do.

Poetry makes you want to be cryptic and crafty. Perfect.