New fossils from the Nerdocene
For my first two years at OU, I roomed with Justin Lee, one of my best friends from high school. Just thinking about him brings back a load of stuff. Playing volleyball, the only athletic endeavor I was ever halfway good out or got much real enjoyment out of. (We called our team Athletes' Foot and our symbol was a volleyball globe standing on an upturned six-toed foot [one toe for each member of the team, of course]. We were the best team at the Oklahoma School of Science and Math in the fall of 1991, which is a bit like saying that you're the first to throw up at a party.) Playing X-Wing for the first time, which was mind-bending if you were part of the Atari 2600 generation. Playing Petra pretty much constantly for months on end. Mostly, lots of playing. Life and work had not yet arrived.
Justin and I kept a list of words that we thought were awesome. We called this list the Heroic Dictionary, and it grew like this:
Justin: Are you going to that dance?
Matt: Dude, you know that dancing is anathema to me.
Justin: Anathema, eh? That's a great word.
Matt: Cool. Another entry in the Heroic Dictionary.
MAN we were weird (no offense, Justin). But it all worked out. We're both married, both have little carpet monsters that we adore, and Justin at least is gainfully employed. So again, armed with the knowledge that we turned out all right, here is a glimpse into the minds of two 18-year-old archgeeks.
Note that to be included a word did not have to be particulary exotic. If it was euphonious, that was usually good enough. Like maelstrom. I don't care who you are, that's a great word.
The Heroic Dictionary