Wonderland Weekly #7

Weekly wordy wanderings welcomed on Wednesdays.

Wonderland in Media:

“According to Morton N. Cohen in his Lewis Carroll: A Biography (1995),along with the Bible and Shakespeare, the Alice books are the most widely quote books in the Western World.” ~Jan Susina, author of The Places of Lewis Carroll in Children’s Literature

Quote of the Week: 

She generally gave herself very good advice, (though she very seldom followed it). ~Lewis Carroll

My apologies for occasionally using the same quotes. I don’t notice. I just post the ones I like at that moment, which means they’re just that good and I bet you don’t really mind. 😉

So I want to share something with you that I truly love. There are a plethora of videos, of various characters as well (though Peter, Alice, Hatter, Sally, and Jack are my absolute faves), but i want to share this one today and I will probably share more in the future because I adore these people. It’s actually something I would love to do some day. Enjoy! And have a lovely week.



I Mean What I Say

‘Then you should say what you mean,’ the March Hare went on.

‘I do,’ Alice hastily replied; ‘at least — at least I mean what I say — that’s the same thing, you know.’

‘Not the same thing a bit!’ said the Hatter. ‘You might just as well say that “I see what I eat” is the same thing as “I eat what I see”!’

‘You might just as well say,’ added the March Hare, ‘that “I like what I get” is the same thing as “I get what I like”!’

I had a moment yesterday where I felt hurt by something that had happened. It upset me, and I knew it was irrational. I knew it was silly. I knew that what happened wasn’t a personal attack on me, that whoever did it hadn’t meant any harm, didn’t know that it hurt my feelings, and didn’t give it a second thought. And yet it still hurt.

And I think this happens a lot. I think things get to us even though we think they shouldn’t. And I think many of us say these things to ourselves: “stop being silly,” “that’s just childish,” “you’re overreacting,” etc. I could be wrong, but I know it’s happened to me, and at least a few others friends of mine.

So I told my roommate about the situation, and I told her I knew I was being ridiculous, and she agreed (delicately, of course, she’s sweet). I more or less wrote it off, but was still slightly bothered, and then I read some replies to a post I made about it on the internet, and these three people that I’ve never met in person, and had only a handful of interactions with online, reminded me that it’s okay to feel like that. They said my feelings were valid and I was correct, it was an unkind thing to do, though they didn’t know the situation.

To be honest, I knew the situation and I don’t blame anyone, or consider them unkind, but it is nice to remember that it was a situation and a reaction, and that is okay. That we are human and we react to things in our personal worlds, and as long as we react in a compassionate and understanding way, I don’t think there is any wrong in that.

I remember describing a situation to my counselor years ago, a situation I had written off as my overreacting and being stupid, and she told me she didn’t think it was stupid at all. She listened, and she understood my point of view. 

I think that’s the key. We need to respect each other’s points of view, because, as I may have mentioned before, all points of view are valid and important. All feelings are valid and important. Our reactions are not to be written off.

I think it’s hard to remember but very important to do so.

 ‘I don’t quite understand you,’ she said, as politely as she could.

I was Blogging and the Slithy Toves did Gyre and Gimble in the Wabe

Do you ever try to talk and it just doesn’t work? I do. I will say something and then realize that what I just said, wasn’t exactly a language I understand and I just start making noises with my mouth and end with a wry smile, a small nod, and a, “yeah.” Thank goodness for the written word. It’s so much easier to say what you mean, and mean what you say, though those are two entirely different things, when you can go back and edit it all.

One of the many things I love about Lewis Carroll’s work is the language. You might have caught on to the fact that I am a language nerd. I’m a nerd in a lot of ways, but I really geek out over language.

I remember reading the Ultimate Unofficial Guide to the Mysteries of Harry Potter (highly recommended) when I was in high school and learning about Lewis Carroll’s use of portmanteaus. These and other word tricks are especially stunning in the piece “Jabberwocky.” No, not the awesome dance crew, but that is something else I need to introduce to my young hip hop students. They didn’t know who Twitch was and had no idea what popping was (we’re learning to hit right now), so they got to watch Step Up 3 clips in class last week. 😀 But I digress.

No, I mean the beautiful poem found by Alice in Looking Glass Land. The place where everything is backwards.

Here are some examples of the portmanteaus found in “Jabberwocky”:

Slithy – slimy and lithe

Mimsy – flimsy and miserable

Galumphing – galloping and triumphant

Frumious – furious and fuming

Frabjous – fabulous, joyous, and fair

Much like things in the real world, at first glance these words might not make sense, but upon further inspection they are brimming with meaning. Why use one word when you can squish two or three together and really get at the essence of the thing?

I just love language. Callooh! Callay! That’s all I’ve to say.

I Could Never Get the Hang of Thursdays

I say this a lot. Most Thursdays in fact. Right now is the very end of a Thursday for me, and boy what a Thorsday it was. Complete with the Thor. You know what they say about April, it ends with Pilgrims.

(April showers bring May flowers, but what do Mayflowers bring? . . . )

So we had some amazing thunderstorms and I watched Nausicaa and now I’m sitting at the kitchen table drinking chamomile (from a box, not from my German Chamomile plant just yet) and admiring my little green friends that didn’t get much sun or fresh air today. I’m hoping to use some of the herbs for some cooking this weekend, though, and looking forward to creating my own herbal tea blends. Mostly, I’m just sitting here thinking about everything and nothing.

Thursdays, man.

A lot can happen on a Thursday. You can fall down a rabbit hole, or hitch a ride on a Vogon ship, or watch some beautiful art in motion, or breathe spring rain deeply, or realize just how much Japanese anime has to teach you about life. The possibilities are truly endless.

But whatever your Thursdays bring you, just remember:


Wonderland Weekly #6

Weekly wordy wanderings welcomed on Wednesdays.

Wonderland in Media:

I love this show, and I was thrilled by this episode. The mark in this episode is named Charles Dodgson (Lewis Carroll’s real name) and there are several other references, as noted here in the episode notes. Just a really fun episode and yet another case of Wonderland being referenced in modern pop culture.

Quote of the Week: 

Alice was beginning to get very tired of sitting by her sister on the bank and of having nothing to do: once or twice she had peeped into the book her sister was reading, but it had no pictures or conversations in it, “and what is the use of  a book”, thought Alice, “without pictures or conversations?”

So last week, despite having no internet, and thus still trying to catch up with everything, I was also thwarted from posting a Wonderland Weekly by the tornado sirens going off in the area. As I am new to this area, I didn’t realize that the sirens go off everywhere in the whole city, so even though the storm was a good hour away from me, and never even came close, I got to be scared out of my mind by the lovely screams of the mid-west.

Anyway, I was pretty sure tornadoes take you to Oz, not Wonderland. 

Curious – The Story of an Aloe Plant

I’ve recently taken up work on my not-so-green thumb. (More on that later.) So I’ve bought some plants and pots and a watering can, etc.

I'm giving container growing on the balcony a go. They all sleep inside though until the warm weather comes to stay.

I’m giving container growing on the balcony a go. They all sleep inside though until the warm weather comes to stay.

One of the first things I picked up was a small aloe plant. My grandmother had aloe plants, my mother kept aloe plants, I learned to love them from an early age. They are a wonderful addition to the house for so many reasons, some I’m just starting to understand!

I’ve always taken to them, and then I learned how useful they are in a first aid way. I’ve definitely broken off a leaf or two to treat small burns and cuts with the gooey gel inside.

I recently discovered that they are a plant associated with the moon and water. They are protective, lucky, and prevent loneliness. It really explains why I am drawn to the sweet little things.

My little aloe plant sitting on his windowsill!

My little aloe plant sitting on his windowsill!

Anyway, I’m a namer. I love to name everything, especially inanimate objects and plants. So I’m looking for the perfect name the other night with my roommate and another friend. The name Alice came up, which was almost perfect, except I feel a masculine vibe from plants. I don’t know. So I was laying in bed tonight (yes, I’m a midnight blogger, what can I say, it’s that darn moon connection) and I was thinking about the aloe plant. Al. Alice. What about Hatter? I do love Andrew Lee Potts’ Hatter in the SyFy adaptation Alicewhich I mentioned before in the first “Wonderland Weekly.”

Then I realized ALP is what everyone online calls him. Potts? AL Potts? Really? Well, I haven’t decided on a name just yet, but things are getting curiouser and curiouser.

Oh, yes. And I almost forgot, we have internet as of less than 24 hours ago, so I am officially back barring any major fiascos! 🙂