Contractions -- Don't Worry'bout't

So, in my last post I put to use one of the oldest conventions in the English language - the contraction. This is that beautiful little rule that allows us - and by "us" I mean mostly "me", because you can do what you want - to turn longer phrases and words into smaller language bits that are easier to say and type (you don't even have to use the 'Shift' key to hit the apostrophe!).

So "wen't" isn't a real contraction you say? I dare say it is. "Wen't", as almost all of us know, is a contraction of the phrase "were on our way to".

Yes, it is the second "e" in "were" that's included in the contraction. That's just the way it is.

Lately, I've been thinking a lot about contractions. "But Gable, don't you have more important things to be thinking about, like gastric lymphomas, arterial shunting, and how to differentiate appenditis from acute colitis?"

As we all know, marriage is a compromise...maybe naming conventions after a marriage should follow the law of the contraction. Rather than the wife taking the husbands last name, or sticking with her maiden name, or doing the ridiculous two-names-connected-by-a-hyphen thing (hyphens are just obnoxious - to say and to type), perhaps when two people get married they should form a new last name as a contraction of their own last names.

For example, my last name is Moffitt, and my wife's given last name is Bullock, so we've got two options. Since I don't want to have the negative, violent associations that go along with "Bullitt", I think we'll go with the much more innocuous "Moffock". Definitely much better.

Semi-Annual Update

Hey everybody (and by everybody I mean the two or three of you that haven't totally given up hope on my blog)!! Well, it's Sunday night, I've got no school tomorrow (but plenty of studying, nary a worry), I'm listening to U2's "The Joshua Tree", and I figured it might be time to re-enter the blogosphere and update the world (read: all three of you) on my life. As I'm sitting here planning out what I'm about to write, I'm realizing that this post may drive off the rest of you because it's probably going to a) illustrate my total nerdiness, and b) bore you to death. I mean literally, your brain will shrivel with boredom. But here goes.

First with the nerdy bits. I just finished reading a book called "Anathem" by Neal Stephenson that totally blew my mind. "What's so nerdy about reading?" you might be asking yourself. Perhaps to others the act of reading for pleasure in and of itself makes me a wholesale nerd. Well, the reason this book makes me especially nerdy is that it's a sci-fi book. Now I know I've already offended the sci-fi aficionados by implicating sci-fi as nerdy. But me, I don't usually get into sci-fi stuff very much. I tend to lean more in the snobbish "only classics and Pulitzer prize winners" direction, so this was a new thing for me. But on the recommendation of several critiques I read online, I picked up "Anathem" and decided to give it a go over Christmas break.

I was totally blown away. "Anathem" had everything I think a good book should have - good characters/development, good storytelling, and good writing. And on top of that, it had some awesome science/philosophy/scientific philosophy/philosophical science I've ever read. Woven into the dialogue and plot are very smart discussions about quantum mechanics, time travel, parallel universes, etc. It was refreshing to see science fiction sticking to the science, and not piddling away its credibility in fantastic gizmoes. I've always felt that science fiction was the hardest genre in entertainment (film, TV, books, etc.) to get right - said otherwise, it's really easy to make bad science fiction. I was wholly impressed by "Anathem".

Second nerdy bit - I've been working out a lot lately - I've been making it to the gym to lift weights, run, and ride an exercise bike 4-5 times a week. "But Gable, working out a lot makes you a meathead, not a nerd!" Au contraire. You see, because I've been working out, I've been reduced to that guy that can't get in the shower without flexing for himself in the mirror for five minutes, convincing himself that it's really making a difference when really, it's not. Not yet anyway. Maybe in a year or so I'll actually start to notice a difference...but until then, my imagination suits me just fine, thank you very much. Me and my imaginary pecs are very happy.

I guess the rest of what I've got to say is just boring school stuff. We've got another round of exams coming up in a couple weeks, so I desperately need to start getting ready for those. It's biochemistry, gastrointestinal physiology, and abdominal anatomy/pathology this time around...I figure I've got this week to study up on GI stuff, the week after that to cram biochemistry, and then the exams are the following week.

Oh yeah, we wen't home for Christmas and my little brother got married. We're extremely excited to have Julia as part of the family. I'd post some pictures on here, but they're all on my wife's computer. Maybe I'll post them some other time.

Congratulations to those (3) of you who found it back to my blog, and double congratulations to any of you if you happened to make it to the end of this post. See you again in 6 months!