Today's word is 'quaderno', an Italian noun meaning – in essence – notebook.
Don't give me that look, Dave, I told you that the words would be mostly from the English language. I never said that they all would.
I personally find that awesome. The notebook thing, not my hair-splitting. I mean, I'm writing this in a notebook right at this very moment. I also didn't even have to go to another person to pick this word out.
Today, I was sent on a sort of fieldtrip to Italy. I guess it's kind of like a fieldtrip in the sense that I got to see different bits of the country and was forced to take notes on literally everything.
Oh, and did I mention? Our tour was held entirely in Italian. The whole thing. I was expected to respond in kind. Perfect grammar, perfect pronunciation. Basically perfect everything. While I didn't make a mistake, one of the guys next to me did. He messed up on his il vs lo articles. It was really hard not to wince when he said 'il spazzolino' instead of 'lo spazzolino', Although…why he said toothbrush was beyond me.
Moving on.
We were often told to write things in our 'quaderni' (Plural for 'quaderno') along the way. The stuff we were told to write isn't very important. It was just little stuff: this arch was built by this person at this year for this reason to celebrate this battle against this army. Terribly boring.
But. It made me wonder why, exactly, do people write things down? In notebooks or otherwise.
The first, and most obvious reason, is to remember things.
Most human beings benefit from using a writing utensil to transfer what is in their mind through their arm onto a piece of paper. It's supposed to 'ensure maximum retention' because when you use two or more systems, blah, blah, blah blah, blah, blah blah blegh.
I guess they didn't know that some people are auditory learners or have identic memories.
I think that the reason people write in notebooks is because it makes things, aka, thoughts, easier to sort and keep in a semblance of order. Not to say my thoughts are in order ever of the time…I tend to just follow my train of thought as it takes me up, down, inside out, and around double and triple loop-de-loops. Probably the occasional corkscrew and direction reverse should be accounted for also.
Now, in no way am I implying that brain/thoughts/manner of going about things are anything that would qualify as normal. I will be the first to admit that I am not normal; I will, of course, be followed by a long line of people screaming that I am a freak of nature even as freaks of nature go. No biggie, I'm just attempting to normalize myself for you, Dave. The probability of you being an average…notebook…is much higher than you being one of…a less average type of notebook.
Actually, I know for a fact that you are an average notebook.
I only paid about two pound for you, that's approximately three American dollars, or two and a half Euro. So, yeah. See how I know that Dave is an average notebook? I paid for an 'average' notebook.
You get what you pay for, eh?
Yep. It's true, even with ye ole notebook.
I'm thinking I got off topic waaaaaaaaaay too much. That was…probably a good reason for the future for me to label as 'Why Matt shouldn't pick his own topics.' Maybe next time I should write the various rules for Matt, aka, moi.
Now, before this gets more awkward…
Bye!
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…Why are you still here…?
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…Dave…
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…Leave.
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…I'm leaving…
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…Bye.