Reading harold_maude's journal

This morning when the alarm went off it sounded, in my state of being jarred into the waking world, like something that was out of place.
I know that's the idea of an alarm in the morning when your lost deep in sleep, is to sound out of place.

Like a hand reaching down into some murky soup and searching and then finding what ever it's owner is looking for and then, jerk and pull.

...good morning....

Some mornings I wake up and it isn't until sometime a bit later that I'm aware of anything.
Some mornings I wake up and can remember bits of the dreams I had, and was wandering around in just a few moments earlier.

Yesterday I felt like the life was smothering me, and when it cleared, the thoughts that led to yesterday's journal ended up showing up.

I like mornings. When no one but me and my journal are awake.
I call it my think time. It sounds like as good a title as any other that I could give it.
I tend to give words to things of my own view.
And thoes words are only discriptive to me. They often arn't the words that the rest of the world gives thoes things.

That makes them my world words.
In music, when I'm wandering around looking for sounds and notes that work for me, and find things that hit just right, I call that a great soup base.
I know soup has nothing to do with music, but a good music line to work with is as satisfying as a bowl of hot soup.
Hence the name.

I think maybe lots and lots of people have their own world words, things that they understand and explain things in a way that makes sense to them.

Maybe that's how catch frases get started. Or words that end up being reconized by a lot of people to mean a certian thing.
I can think of several off hand.

Cool. Hot. Gay. Tanked. Bombed. Blown away. Burned. Toasted. Baked. Or how about something being "the shit"

All words that mean things. All words that have become references for certian reconizeable things. Like a signal.
Some where, at some time before thoes took on the meanings they have now, someone had thoes words as part of their world.
And they made senes to them.
A personal reference point. Other people heard them, and it made sense to them, and then it spread out.
And pretty soon alot of people everywhere began to use thoes words to define something or someone.

And then they ended up as a definition in the dictionary.
Part of the social language of a certian time that helped and helps define us as a very specific era of time.

The power of thought. Mix in the power of words.
And all of a sudden you have something new. Something that defines our social place and understanding and currantness.

Makes me wonder what other words ended up being common catch frases to other people 300 years ago.
Or a thousand years ago.

And somewhere, back in time, how did the people communicate then, so that other people knew what they were talking about.
And what of language it's self?

What was the first private word that became a common group word so that people could communicate with each other and feel like they were connected...

Was it ug? Or a certian way someone grunted at another person?
Where did the word fire come from? Or rain. Or love or hate.
Before dirt was refered to as dirt, what was it called. Way back before people learned that makeing pictures could be used to communicate things?
Where did the origins of language start?

...hmmmm...
just a few wandering threads in the wind that have given off the sent of another creative moment.
So many facets to think about. So many.
Wonder where my thoughts will take me tomorrow...

It only looks that way because your standing on your head.

This post was edited by harold_maude on Dec 04, 2004.