Like A Teapot

Ah, dullard
What a wonderful word
A lovely invention
Of the English world

Single-minded people who are judgmental
Self-righteous folks who know very little
Why engage them in battles
Just give them the grand title

Yes, dullard
Such a useful word
A handy weapon
In the brave new world

Wow, tonight's French language debate among Canada's five political leaders was really boring!

Each leader had a designated interpreter to provide simultaneous English translation for TV viewers. The moderator had one as well. It is obvious that all but one interpreters are natural French speakers. As they all carry an eccent, the thing became really dull after a while. Remember the debate format was more like a round table discussion. The least dull voice was that of the female interpreter who provided voice for the female Green Party leader; her tone managed to match the leader's fiestiness.

I was watching in bed. In spite of my deep interest, I soon felt asleep.

I am reading some Chinese blogs again. It has become possible after purchase of a new desktop. They are usually quite interesting to read. Since the platforms that host them are not easy to access in China, those who do manage to access them usually do have something interesting to say. And they tend to be my kind of blogs, true and personal. The kind that I attempted and would like to maintain.

Lately there is quite a bit of social networking activity at this blog site. It is not bad, but not good either. Catching up comments and messages require too much energy. Increasingly I write elsewhere.

Reading a different kind of blogs helps put things in perspective. It reminds me why I liked to blog.

"It was so freaking hot yesterday that even virtual sex got unduly interrupted."

Hopefully this will become classic someday, ideally way before this phase of climate change is over.

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Glorious spring day. I am not truly living if I don't go out for a stroll.

I can feel the warmth of the sun sitting indoors and I want to put myself directly in the shower of sunshine. In fact I feel poetic on this and for a second have thought of writing a post in my native language. I have had elegant Chinese phrases on washing spring light swirling in my head.

Why do I continue to write in English? The answer to this question is a similar one to "why do I continue to blog here?" which I have asked myself many times lately. I have thought of terminating this blog in February on its one-year anniversary. One true easy answer for both questions is I view this as an exercise to improve my English writing.

I know my limitations. I don't make awful grammar mistakes, but I also don't have a vast enough vocabulary to write at ease when descriptive writing is called for. I wish I had a lot more adjectives and verbs up in my sleeves. I need to constantly edit my sentences to remove redundant elements, too; as I believe in being simple when it comes to sentence structure, not that I am incapable of constructing complex sentences.

There are other minor points of consideration. But a stupid truck is making huge noise outside and getting on my nerve. So I'll stop for now.