The Philologist, and others...

Ah yes, the philologist.  I don't personally hold the title, or think I am deserving of this title (hell, that'd be slightly narcissist), but I do appreciate the concept. Since I'm in a rather jolly mood, as you can tell by the mere fact I'm writing something,  let alone something that might make sense if you squint your eyes really hard and think for more then, say, 10 seconds,  I'll tell you what the word means instead of sending you off on a dictionary.com quest. A philologist, in the pure meaning of the word, is simply a lover of literature, linguistics (including rhetoric) and learning, as well as a more recent addition of languages.

The second image on google image search for Philologist. Because even an obscure word managed to be degraded into porn on the Internet...

The literal term of Philologist is, interestingly enough, someone that loves to argue. How this translates modernly into lover of literature, learning, or language is rather complicated.  If I had to take a stab at why it turned into this, considering the term is in Hellenistic Greek, and back then, works were conveyed by mouth, loving the original content would mean loving the argument. Over the years the term translated into loving the original work, and more recently, since those works are mostly in obscure, extinct languages, the real philologist has to be quite savvy, or appreciate the original language of the work,  which would make him a lover of the languages in which it is written, at least. Moving on...

To more pressing matters, I want to address my recent lack of... pretty much absolutely anything. In a public blog, quite possibly the most private place to do this, because, as they say, hiding in plain sight is the best form of... hiding? Besides the fact that it makes absolutely no sense, there's about, what, two people reading this including me and my cat*, so its safe to assume no one will read this. Back on track, though, I'm a stubborn person. I hold on to my beliefs and convictions rather stupidly, for lack of better word. Why stupidly? Why, because I rather sacrifice a grade then write uninspired gibberish a 4 year old could come up with.

Plus, I hadn't found a rimshot flash to make my comedy that much better.

*As I finished typing that, my cat left the room, which makes me officially the only person to ever read this blog.

(click for Rimshot)

Ok that wasn't admitedly funny but I totally made a whole post based on a red button for future comedy. Seriously, thats what the whole post was about. Sweet.