Tuesday, December 22, 2009

At some unspecified time

I've always thought that one day I would memorize the Periodic Table; that one day, I would learn to speak Portuguese; that I would know the names of all the constellations; that I would dance the Viennese waltz; that I would read Balzac.

I call this dabbling in the realm of possibilities. Grammarians call it the future unreal conditional.

4 comments:

J()¢hØ said...

Who needs Balzac when we have Prozac?

Tai said...

Excellent point! But perhaps the two have a similar effect on the psyche. Like the song by Blur goes,

He's reading Balzac, knocking back Prozac/It's a helping hand/That makes you feel wonderfully bland.

smartz said...

I'm so into the unconventional, unrealistic list of things I simply must do for my life to be perfect. It's good to see that there's fellow spirits out there.

Tai said...

I think we should reexamine this word unrealistic. It's my belief that it has no place in the vocabulary of an ambitious dreamer.