CarmEmily

Sunday Project

I got a late start today.  However, as Max is making some Sunday pancakes I took the following historical photographs.  And thus It begins….

"Sloppy Thinking Gets Worse Over Time"

Our project for today..... (honestly, this is the word I pointed to!)

This beautiful dictionary originally belonged to Max's father, Wally Hedrick.

So, I realized I cannot put an image into a reply. I guess to make this work, we will always have to edit the same post. Which is fine. So here is my first response to “infantile”

So I guess I got hung up on the first six letters of our word...

I did read that entire definition, and I know the word “infantile” is more of an adjective than a noun, but I can’t help it, any word that has “infant” at its root makes me cringe. I’m not proud of it, but there it is – I’m 32 and 99% of my thoughts about babies involve places they don’t belong, such as fancy restaurants, airplanes, and my womb, to name just a few. And trust me, I could come up with like 817 more…

Sweet baby jesus that image positioning is driving me nuts!!! If you didn’t notice, I had to center all of your images above, because my text kept smushing itself up between them. However, I think I have solved part of the problem. I created a “picture” saved in our media gallery called “friggin horizontal line”. I have put one before my post, and I’ll put one after it. You can then add your post after the horizontal line so it doesn’t get all buggy up into my post.

My Sunday Project Fail:

So, in my quest to post something creative involving the word “infantile” I just kept thinking of my daily bike rides where I spend the entire time contemplating the universe and why we are all here and what does it all mean man???  When I first saw the word infantile of course I think of babies. Naturally, the question that arises when thinking of babies is where do they come from?  Not like birds and the bees kind of thing but like only 9 months before they were in the world they didn’t exist or were microscopic.  That just amazes me everytime I think about it. So I think about it alot.  And I think about the universe and how I am more than microscopic to the celestial bodies out there in space.  I mean, there are black holes that are 6 billion times larger than our sun – I can’t even fathom the size of it.  So I spend my time imagining that all this space that we are floating in and all this mysterious dark matter that surrounds us is part of a larger organism that we are too small to fathom, imagine or even adequately envision.  Our DNA holds a vast universe of information that we have only begun to uncover and we have only begun to witness events happening in deep space.  So from where we stand infinity reaches in both directions, in terms of size, infinitely large, infinitely small.  In our ever broadening awareness of our world lies our understanding of ourselves and our appropriate place in the scheme of things.  I’m sure you can see now why I wasn’t able to post something in regards to “infantile” on Sunday if this is what happens!

Nice try, but I would not consider that a fail at all. You could have posted, in alphabetical order, the contents of your freezer, or listed the ingredients in shampoo, and it still would not have been a fail. The only way you could have failed is by not posting. Your response to the word infantile doesn’t have to be logical, it doesn’t have to be relevant, it doesn’t even have to be deep or intellectual, it could have gone something like: infantile…babies….mushy colorless food….gravy….I like biscuits. Heck, mine went: infantile…babies…arg. See how simple it is?
Theme: infantile
Response: I like biscuits
Trust me, I learned that in art school. (And if people don’t take your response seriously enough the first time, try adding “I like biscuits…and I have a substance abuse problem and/or a dysfunctional relationship with my father.”)

Two more things.

First, I had thought a Sunday project would be nice because it will 1) force us to post with at least once-per-week regularity and 2) add some consistency to our post themes. However, we don’t seem to have a problem with posting frequency, and maybe we don’t need to enforce a theme, maybe one will emerge as our blog develops. Anyways, we can nix the Sunday project idea if you like, or maybe give it a 3-more-Sundays trial period and then decide if we want to keep it or not.

Second, while pondering your response (which actually made sense in terms of relativity: zygote is to human adult as human adult is to cosmos!) and comparing it to my response, I noticed that we both reacted to the root meaning of the word. Which is logical, considering language is built from roots. Another response could have been to do a strict interpretation of the dictionary definition of infantile as an adjective, and ignore the root, and then (I considered this at the time) maybe a picture of something infantile, like any number of my ex-boyfriends, would have been a good response. But both of those are easy – how would we have come up with something unique, something “outside of the box?” And then I had a funny thought, which I had to post. If you strip away the root, and then the definition, you are left with a literal interpretation of of the word: InfanTiles! Now available at a Home Depot near you, prefect for you next counter-top remodeling project!

InfanTiles!

p.s. while I was searching for images of crying babies, I came across this lovely, life-size porcelain doll, which can be yours for only $198.00. Warning: Not recommended for children under 8 or anyone who has ever seen any of the Chucky movies.

I want my severed human hand!!!