Of interest.

I find it interesting that, for the most part, people are only interesting to people who share the same interest. People who are interested in sports to a great extent (one of the few areas where I have very little interest) interest me very little, unless they have some other overlapping interest. I find it interesting that the people I find immensely boring are interesting to other people, probably people I would also find boring. And they probably find me boring. It's hard to think of one's self as boring. It's depressing too, since no one wants to spend one's life trapped with a boring person one can't escape from.

In the past year or so, I've given my passion for words and language free rein, and I worry sometimes that it will make me boring to more people. It's not all that fashionable to be a logophile. I get the sense that people like to have their words neatly tucked away in books, sorted alphabetically and kept out of sight, occasionally brought to mind by a (written) Word of the DayTM list as an oddity. But talking about words and their usages and their denotations and their connotations and their variations and their permutations is as foreign to most people as endlessly opining on the draft picks is to me.

The internet spoils me. Suddenly the people interested in and of interest to Tablesaw are at my fingertips. It makes me less inclined to pan for gold in the seemingly unending Sutter's Mill of California.

SatNYTX: 14. What's with me solving the Saturday faster than the Friday? Two weeks, now I think.