Jokes. Well…. maybe.
It’s sad that first year of uni is rapidly coming to an end but honestly, I don’t think I’m the only one getting excited for days not filled with guilt because you chose to have a coffee with someone rather than be doing more research for those damned essays.
Instead days filled with sun, beer and laughter. Okay, maybe I’ve gone a bit too far and have an overly romantic view of what summer is like. For me, it is probably going to be more like pouring beautiful cold beers to customers getting to drink in the sun with their friends while I wear a hideous apron behind the bar. ANYWAY, enough of my rambling!
The symposium. I thought I’d pay homage to it for the semester by replicating a regular occurrence that Adrian and the other tutors are guilty of: where they capture one word of a sentence and have a full blown conversation revolving around that one word – even if it had little to do with the question initially asked.
INTERTWINGLED.
Yes. Adrian used the word intertwingled, which I had a little laugh at at the time, especially when I looked over to Elliott and saw him do his little nose twitch and slight hidden smile at Adrian’s use of such a funny word. And yes, my computer does not accept this is a proper word but I thought I probably shouldn’t doubt Adrian too quickly even though I’m learning to trust that I am right some times – especially when those customers try to tell you your wrong and that the beer you are pouring is a DRAUGHT NOT A LAGER – to them – draught means a beer that is on tap, it is not a style of beer and indeed the beer I was pouring for you WAS a lager.
Sorry I’m getting side tracked. Intertwingled is word that has been previously coined before Adrian’s use of it in the symposium. I googled it and the oh so trustworthy Urban Dictionary, told me that intertwingled is in fact a word. Initially used to describe “computerdom and information” but now can be used in any situation. So do not be afraid to use the phrase “EVERYTHING IS SO DEEPLY INTERTWINGLED” because, really, people shouldn’t laugh. Although, I did.