tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294802376557801671.post1818356110100761123..comments2023-06-13T10:43:45.073+01:00Comments on The whole damn world: Three weeks pass like nothing in the life of yours truly...Paulhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07477727620596783913noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-294802376557801671.post-17956842060483942952009-11-06T22:19:46.927+00:002009-11-06T22:19:46.927+00:00I have a vested interest in spreading this linguis...I have a vested interest in spreading this linguistic meme, since it was me that invented it. As a child, not knowing the words for things, I would coin my own term. Street vents? Sewer vents? Yup. Functional name for a utilitarian bit of street furniture, even if, dating from victorian times, they possess ornamentation that we just wouldn't bother with these days. To me, the givvies are specifically the fluted cast iron columns you get where I live. I haven't seen them elsewhere so much, although they, or some kind of equivalent must exist. Still, the word isn't really being used for anything else, so if it does become a generic term for all sewer ventilation shafts, that's fine by me. A fine legacy!<br /><br />Which brings me neatly on to existentialism...<br /><br />I do want to do a big blog post about it at some point maybe. But as ever, I'm uncertain of how to proceed. My big idea on this right now is that it takes seconds, minutes, hours or I suppose sometimes days to die. That's a tiny price to pay for three score years and ten, living, breathing and wandering around a virtual planet. The thousands of billions of years to come when I'm gone don't matter any more than the billions of years that happened before I was born. That's the theory anyway. Emotionally it's not quite so easy. I guess it's something we all have to find a way of dealing with. Or not. It's going to happen anyway, whether I can accept it or no.<br /><br />Happy to trip-trap over the discussion bridge without comment or incident too :)<br /><br />We have a scouse clock in our house.<br /><br />It goes tich... toch... tich... toch...Paulhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/07477727620596783913noreply@blogger.com