Art (sorry, mum)
Notes on a not-so-secret identity
“Beauty is truth, truth beauty, —that is all
Ye know on earth, and all ye need to know”†
- John Keats, 1819, Ode on a Grecian Urn
I often walk around with (a) book(s), and with headphones#, and with random thoughts in my head.
I swear I have a serious personal statement bio thingy. It’s right here, with my other serious stuff.
I respond to all my emails. . .eventually :) #inboxzero
I am also an expert at writing exceedingly long logorrhoeic sentences, in the manner of academics without much to say but much space to fill (especially in their journal articles, which no one reads and yet), often deftly employing the use of superfluous adjectives (such as that which I presently used, and continue to in this sentence), unnecessary and mostly uninformative asides and interjections (exempli gratia, this), as well as connecting punctuation— those fascinating markers worthy of their own study (the linguistic lacuna must be filled!)— that only serve to elongate sentences that would best be represented as distinct idea entities, i.e., sentences; punctuations such as: the ever popular comma— I stand with the #oxfordcomma—, the versatile semicolon (as I have demonstrated herein), the colon, its much more understated and underappreciated counterpart, and parentheses and dashes, which I will admit I have exploited ad nauseum in this sentence, which will now end with this full stop (or period, as they say in Rome, ahem, America)^.
†I do not know about the 19th century, but you definitely need to know a lot more today
#and often walk into trees and posts
^I sometimes use footnotes too! Though I guess they do not count as part of a sentence