I have fallen behind with my self-imposed photo challenge. I am aware of this. I want to blame it on papers and exams but that’s probably not a fair excuse. So I offer you, (fill in with an appropriate appositive), this view of a yellow handkerchief obstructing the mountain through my blinds, a shade of yellow covering another.
The struggle to maintain identity.
The Flower Pot
The Tab Collector
The Polaroid Shade
I do not recommend using the phrase, “I like you as much as I like this pen” to anyone. Although it could mean you like someone as much as your very favorite pen, it doesn’t come across that way after the first take. It sounds like the person you are referring to is being compared to a pen, even though that is not really the case at all. In reality the comparison is in your inclination towards the pen and the person being on par. Admittedly this is not the best way to express affection towards someone, it is better than saying, “you are like this pen.”
I did actually use this phrase. Thankfully my audience was understanding enough to realize I was in a somewhat estranged mental state and merely formulated a sentence that included the subjects before me and my feelings towards them.
When I am hungry I make food. Food used to consist of bacon. I know that seems ridiculous, but it’s true. I used to eat bacon with everything: bacon and peanut butter sandwiches, bacon and eggs, bacon, egg, and cheese, and bacon wrapped chicken or venison. I even cooked my grilled cheese in bacon grease instead of butter. I loved bacon. It would have been an appropriate bumper sticker, graphic tee, or even favorite saying in a high school yearbook. Little did I know eating bacon as though it were its own food group and required an equal number of servings a day to the total overall number of servings consumed each day multiplied by two is not conducive towards a healthy life. I am more likely than not a perfect candidate for a Cheerios commercial. Realizing this, or at least admitting to myself that I knew it all along, required some changes. The changes ended with plates that look more like this. And yes the vignetting of the photo is meant to enunciate the profoundness of this dietary change. Green is good (it is slowly getting easier to say that).
In high school I did a project in an English class on choice based on perception. I offered the class a peanut butter and bacon sandwich or green brownies. I think I was attempting to see if my classmates would choose a food that looked gross but sounded good over a food that sounded gross (or unfamiliar) but looked as expected. Most of the class chose green brownies, citing the reason for their choice as “bacon and peanut butter?” I am not really sure how this relates, but it seems applicable to this discussion. If for nothing else the brownies were green and eaten and the bacon was bacon and dismissed.
Spots of Time 