The most pedantic of blog posts

In what is perhaps best described as an atavism, I've decided the re-take the GRE and return to grad school. As such, I have an exigent need to brush up math I haven't thought about since high school, and on arcane, recondite vocabulary. I'm learning math by the great good graces of mathgimp, an erudite teacher, and I'm learning vocabulary by writing inane sentences. I hope you will not find this post obstenatious, but instead an ironic tribute to turgid prose.

This post is a panegyric to House of Nerds. 296 posts?? HON's lasted that long??? You might ask yourself. I answer: indubitably! Since HON egressed in May, I've thought of it as a verbal flambeau, verdure of the mind, veritable chronometer of life and society. Maladroit ignoramuses? We abjure them! Our promiscuous set of contributors [yeah, I just thought it meant having lots of random sex, too] are trenchant writers, both literally and figuratively antipodal (see, e.g., Smed's posts on Argentina, or the relationship throw down of last week), and expand on a panoply of topics. We are, without fail, percipient of the utterly bizarre nature of the world around us. The didactic views averred in these posts are triumphantly tendentious - heterodoxical, even - in fact, one might say we have a strict interdiction against orthodoxy. Despite mathgimp's pertinacious objections to my loquaciousness, I think his carping is in jest. Rarely complacent, HON writing is consistently complaisant with a profound sense of joie de vivre. (Apparently the GRE tests for French expressions as well...I'm arrantly fucked.) The early apocryphal comments have mostly tapered off, leaving us the cream of the crop. Remarkably, no author's posting rights have been abrogated, and people generally behave themselves.

As a HON magnate, maintaining the blog has become my avocation - although, I won't lie - the blog has dilatory functions for me as well. If I could, I would blog for a living, but sadly that would mandate a penury and ascetic lifestyle, to which I am ill accustomed. (Suffer for your art, blah blah blah). I punctiliously arrogate certain responsibilities, like inviting new authors, -- though I would gladly share if other folks were interested. Although some view comments as perquisites, [not prerequisites - think of it as exquisite perks] our authors have a cupidity for feedback. You don't have to cosset your fellow bloggers, but show some love! As I always say, diffident blogger is a phlegmatic and torporific blogger! Wouldn't you rather your bloggers be sanguine, not choleric? (And that, ladies and gentlemen, concludes the "review of the four humors" portion of the post). Despite my normally fastidious nature, my generally apposite posts occasionally devolve into apostasy. (See, e.g. last week's "maybe Bush is right...? meltdown.) (No worries, my hatred for the administration has re-ossified after that little glitch).

When HON goes quiet, I worry about that it is moribund - I foresee it's impending decadence (see definition 3). Posts are the blog's life blood. Silence only abrades the blog's virility- without them, it will inevitably become dystophic. How long can such a good thing last? Is obscurity the condign censure for our pithy epigrams? Have we reached the precipice of disuse? Will the euphonic voices of HON fall silent? Fortunately, the blog lives through accretion, and the clamoring of verdant neophytes eager to, albeit inchoately, contribute to HON. [Don't take umbrage, newbies - I don't actually feel this way. I just needed to use the words somehow]. Perhaps, in time, we will become neologists, shaping our linguistic landscape. One can only hope.

So we continue to castigate the execrable politicians of the world for the state of political opprobrium in which we live. Occasionally our wit becomes acerbic, we become unctuous and inadvertently execrate each other, such as my inculpation that Mathgimp's assertion was "absurd" (sorry!!! I was just really excited about the effluent fusillade of obstreperous comments!!!! I didn't mean it). Although I have an antipathy for fulsome superstition, I hope that all this blathering about how awesome we are doesn't jinx us, or cause anyone to cast an imprecation.

In short, HON is neat. I adjure you to enjoy writing for her, enjoy reading her, and to celebrate the adjoining of minds that occurs on this humble blog.

PS - think this post was boring? Just be grateful none of us are philatelists!! Or, stay tuned for tomorrow's post... how to desiccate food (it's opposite is saturate!)