Word

“Be careful what you say—you may have to eat your words.”

I don’t think so much about eating my words as about wearing them. When someone sees me, the words come back to haunt like a miasma around me. No matter how colourful my dress, bad words turn everything grey and muddy brown.

I think that Word is one of these strange softwares that can do anything except what you think it can do. It's not possible to write with this thing, but you can spend your day goofing with toolbars or including all types of spreadsheets or multimedia or even use it as the worst HTML-Editor ever.

I prefer ASCII, really.

The >>Word of the Day<< today over at dictionary.com is >>oblation<<.

>>Oblation<< comes from the past participle form of the Latin verb* >>offerre<< meaning >>to bring<<.

So, an oblation is an offering or a gift.

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* A Latin verb is traditionally cited by giving four forms, in this case: offero, offerre, obtuli, oblatum.

Have you ever noticed that the only difference between »word« and »weird« are the vowels?

Think how much acceptance Mary showed when she said:

»Let it be done to me according to thy word.«

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The Moving Finger writes; and, having writ,
Moves on: nor all thy Piety nor Wit
Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line,
Nor all thy Tears wash out a Word of it.

--The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam
(trans. Edward Fitzgerald, 1st ed.)

on Mar 22nd 2001, 02:07:31, Natasha Jordan wrote the following about

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Think how much acceptance Mary showed when she said:

»Let it be done to me according to thy word.«

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And how much courage.

What I feel for you,
I can't put in words,
language won't hold
my desire.

And then some more words come along and a paragraph is born.

Without another word spoken on either side, the lodger took from his great trunk, a kind of temple, shining as of polished silver, and placed it carefully on the table.

Spaces define which letters to together to make up a word.

»Therefore« is a word the poet must not know.

(Andre Gide)

In the beginning was the word, and the word was 32 bits.

Words are like prodigies. They may want to stay inside where it is safe and warm but they'll never live if they never play outside...and find themselves lost in the cold.