I'm no Wordsmith, but...

I love the word "veldt:"

veld

Also veldt, velt.

1. In South Africa, the unenclosed country or open pasture-land.
Freq. with defining terms denoting character or locality, as bush-, grass-, high, low, sour, sweet veld. Hence occas. in pl.(quot. 1876).

• 1785, 1801 [see next sense]. 1835 A. STEEDMAN Wanderings S. Afr. I. II. i. 92 Here for the first time we bivouacked in what is called the Veld. 1852 C. BARTER Dorp & Veld 43 My preference for a less confined sleeping-place on the open ‘veld’. 1863 W. C. BALDWIN Afr. Hunting ix. 404 The velt is now full of a poisonous herb, which is certain death in a few hours to oxen. 1876 Encycl. Brit. V. 42/1 The pastoral lands or velds..are distinguished according to the nature of the grass or sedge which they produce as ‘sweet’ or ‘sour’. 1892 Tablet 13 Aug. 260 The priest lived under a tent on the veld.

• 1862 COLENSO Pentateuch I. 114 Joseph..wandering alone upon the veldt in search of his brethren. 1879 Daily News 28 June 5/6 In the veldt..with a saddle for one's pillow. 1888 Times (weekly ed.) 25 May 7/3 Streets and squares and public buildings, where a year and a half ago was nothing but the boundless veldt.

-OED

So.

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Not an Ordinary Day in New York, but...

Life goes on.

Post of the Day #1

Nothing. In the end that is all we have to show. Nothing is the sum of all parts, nothing is the product of an all-nighter, nothing is what comes out when you put in hours meticulously hand-picking every single word you write. You get the point.

As I re-induct my blog for the umpteenth time, I am going to start off on a healthy note about nothing. Because if I have learned anything in all my years of trying to write, it is that I disagree with myself. A lot. [We] disagree on everything from syntax to voice to taste in font. A deeply moving story idea today feels hackneyed and melodramatic tomorrow. A terse, efficient sentence written today becomes dry later in the week. Today's insight and self-perception is tomorrow's ridicule and what was funny before seems childish and inappropriate now. Every action spurs an opposite reaction, and they negate themselves out to become nothing. Soon enough I may wonder why I bothered to write this post, but even then I will be correct in saying that I contradict myself (and I doubt I am alone) enough so that the grand total sum of everything I say comes out to nothing.

SO, this blog is about nothing and that is the only way it can properly function. Acknowledging the nothingness does wonders, simply because nothing happens more often than we know it. "Seinfeld" is a show about nothing, and everybody loves Seinfeld. Wale's Mixtape about Nothing is sick. And the pundits, the news analysts, the talking heads, who too often either contradict themselves and/or parrot the next guy, are effectively saying nothing even though they are too self-righteous to admit as much or are too blind to notice.

OK so I'm just talking out of my ass now, but here is the point: I'll often avoid writing something for fear of negating something I previously said. But if I admit to frequently contradicting myself and that in the end I am saying nothing, then I will feel free to write something. And that something will be meaningful, at the very least, in the instant it is written.

Because something that means nothing is still better than nothing at all.