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Connotation. 1. a. The configuration of suggestive or associative implications consitiuting the general sense of an abstract espression beyond its literal, explicit sense. b. A secondary meaning suggested by a word in addition to its literal meaning. 3. Logic The total of the attributes constituting the meaning of a term.

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Sven Bjorn Borg: Sven has been with d-con since its humble beginnings, and is responsible for punctuating, finances, guarding the office from rabid dogs and loud noises, and acting as mediator amongst the other members. Dr. Borge is well-known as the world's foremost (and perhaps only) underwater-basket-weaving expert. Sven has recently published no less than 3 books, Klingon Grammar and Vocabulary for humans, Life among the Grapes, and Escher, Bach, Gödel: A gigantic elastic bungalow. In it's copious spare time, the Sven enjoys playing the harpsichord and diagramming sentences. Sven is Chief of Staff and Director of Intelligence in the UPICN,LLC.
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11.17.2004

Specificity.

There are two pencils on the table to my left. Small pencils. I don't think that either of them is longer than four inches. Pretty much your standard yellow pencils. No erasers. Tip-to-tip, but not exactly lined up. You couldn't trace a straight line over both of them. They aren't touching each other or the back of the desk. They are touching the top of the desk - but with gravity and all, that's just a given. I don't know whose pencils they are - I don't think they belong to anyone. They are communal pencils, shared pencils. I don't know what was written last with them. I am fairly confident they have been written with, as their points are a bit dull. There is nothing particularly noteworthy about the pencils. But they are pencils, and I felt it necessary, crucial, perhaps even essential that they be documented. Not in themselves, for themselves. Rather, because I tend to become prosaic, aesthetic, perhaps even spiritual when I write. The pencils are not spiritual. I have not tried to make them so. They are not symbolic of anything, they aren't trying to make a point about something. Any apparent symbolism, judgment codes, or morality the pencils may seem to have is not inherent in them. It is my symbolism, my analogy for the world, my morality codes, transplanted on the pencils through my description of them.
But they are there. Concrete. Real. Above all, Real... I could pick them up, write with them, whatever. I haven't even touched them - to tell the truth.

But now I have. And I have adjusted them - now the pencils are almost parallel. (Who can say for sure?) They are not touching each other. I've done a lot of writing, and will no doubt do a lot more. The accuracy of much of it is questionable. Is that because my knowledge and understanding of the various topics is questionable? In many cases, yes: Politics, religion, God, baseball. . . I know very little - really know, that is - very little concerning all those things. But the pencils, I know. And I find the writing is still questionable - or if not questionable, at very least incomplete. I could write pages and pages and still not tell you what, preceisely, those pencils are. What they mean. How they mean. Where they came from. Where they are going. But what they are. My words are like lights, and they cast shadows of aspects of the pencils on the page (or the screen, as the case may be). But looking at the shadows is certainly not the same as knowing the objects.

Is it?

--Posted by s. on Wednesday, November 17, 2004.