Words as the Discourse of Life

So the idea of this blog is to talk about words, to use words in order to discuss other words. Sounds pretty simple really and maybe a little self-indulgent, but there it is. I think a lot of what we say can be deemed fairly useless, a conversation filler, small talk, discussing the English weather perhaps.
But then there are those flashes of genius, those witty little remarks that stand alone as linguistic flare, and just a little insight into your persona, your mind's eye. And that is what I want to capture: those little retorts, personal musings, the first thing that comes into your head that day. Your word of the day. Your sentence of the day. Or just some clever use of language: a cheeky pun, witticism, or that loveable innuendo. Or even a word that simply sticks in your head for no apparent reason.

The word is the physical representation of a deeper psychological manifestation.. and I want to hear it.

My donation to the discourse of life comes from a recent experience at a small Cuban bar in North London. Waking up the following Sunday morning, a concoction of words springs to mind, a mixture of chemistry-related thoughts from my GCSE years and flash-backs of hot Cuban contact, (no air conditioning in the bar?) my Sunday morning musing is as follows:

Positively charged ions (CATions) : attracted to the Cathode.
Negatively charged ions (ANions) : attracted to the Anode.
Sexually charged ions (MANions) : attracted to the Cuban in Camden.

And these are my thoughts on words as the discourse of life.