i think it’s important everything has an index. it keeps things organized, which is important. without orginization i get very nervous and anxious. i hate feeling anxious, and anything that can keep me from feeling that way is a good thing, in my opinion.
index. If i could index my thoughts, my dreams, would the memories even fit into any sort of structure? How would i file them? alphabetically by subject? emotion? L for love, laughter, life, loneliness. M for mystery, mother, misanthropy.
as she pointed with her index finger the pot on the table sitting there a moment ago began to rise. as she saw this, she coundin’t belive it was happening. being pushed around all her life then she could stand up for her self!
index. i dont even know what that is, nevermind, its where you find a page number, yes? is that is ? i barely even use an inadex unless im feeling preeee lazzy. or lazy/ whatever.
Index? what a freaking boring word. what cani honestly say about this. its at the back of books sometimes, usually boring nonfiction ones, and the dictionary is one giant index. this is boring. indexs suck. new word please.
There was a single index card within the file cabinet which was said to contain the secrets to understanding all of the cabinets’ contents. Unfortunately, finding this card proved very difficult for it was never filed in the same place twice. The filing clerk–following the rigid security policies adopted by the multinational holding company–insisted on placing it randomly in various manila folders in one of twenty seven gun metal gray floor-to-ceiling filing cabinets which lined the far wall of the sterile office building, successfully blocking out every ray of light, each one of them leaning forward like an armament of tanks, just waiting to be deployed.
Index. The place where everything is summarily reduced to a name followed by a page number. No denotation of value, of significance. An obscure, irrelevant anamoly put in the same place as the unifying concept of human history. Why do we do this to our most valued resource: our information?
by Chris Shenton/chrisdshenton@gmail.com on 09.04.2009
The index to the book was complete in it’s contents. From A to Z it had information cataloging everything that had happened.
He looked through the vast index of a somewhat tumultuous library card catalog. He revered in what he had found. Books of all sorts, and subjects. Ironically enough, he found books pertaining to the science of indexing.
I studied and studied. At around 10:30 Wednesday night, I got home from work and immediately began scribbling away until I had a set of flash cards. I rifled through them non-stop for four days until it was time to take the test.
The place you go to find out where you need to be. It’s like college, except a lot easier to navigate and without a lot of the insufferable roommates and such. Loads of fun.
He rolled up to the station in his ’81 voltswagon. His family told him for years to get a new car. Never. She was his baby, she never gave him a reason to get rid of her. He got out of the car and walked into the station the same way he did every afternoon. There was a new suspect today – Roy Tenner. Tenner, a surname he was too familiar with. The T files was the most warn of any other letter in that index.
Dear index,
You are incredibly useful, and unfortunately also something i always forget exists. I can flip and page through books forever before realizing you can help me find what I need.
Sorry for being a douche,
Amanda
indexes are in libraries. this is really hard. there is nothing to write about on the topic of index. thats stupid of this website. i wont use it any more because of this upsetting matter.
Index cards. Hard, white and lined. I had a book of them, bound on a spiral ring, or whatever it is you call the spiral, just a spiral? Anyway, it had a blue cover. I had notes on it, jokes, characters.
Indexes are important because they inform you of what is to come. Without one, you would be clueless. On the plus side, in a book without an index you would have only surprises which I actually like with books.
lol well i found an index of porn it told me that poron has an index i was like porn needs an index why? so then i looked at the index and it was just anal thats it over and over again! i thought to my self why?
she takes her index finger and presses it against her smooth lips. shh, she is saying. don’t tell, she is saying. this is our little secret, she is saying. quietly, she slips from underneath the covers and throws on her clothes impetuously. she is gone before he knows what to think of her.
File me away. I’ll stay a secret in your mind. No trace need be found, linking me and you. No trace, other than your heart. There will be a mislabeled memory, so others will not realize what it truly is, and it will be my index.
the emotional index of how im feeling right now would be off the charts! i mean i am done with one, and so ready …sorta for another…but the other he’s older and i just have no idea how to read him well…my emotional index is high…
My index finger is bruised and swollen from working today. It wasn’t fun.
Indexes are helpful. Not only index fingers, but also organizers. The other kind of index too, the one on the tip of my brain that I can’t remember the definition of. Indexes of all kinds are useful.
I always try to find things really quickly with the index. It never really works out because I am always intrigued by the other chapters and end up getting sidetracked. I never really do find the what I am looking for. Then again, I probably do.
pay your dues,
boy: with this
ring I thee
wet, miserable
squirrelheads
plaguing village
and dell, halving
the wisdom hounds,
intimidating
the fleabag
motels
with downy
twins rummaging
the chop suey
nights of runway
brigades: casual
they may be,
automatic
twizzling
beyond the Nine,
vegimatic
sizzling beyond
the Vine.
while i tried to orginize my letters, i realized how importand the index was. if only our relationship arguments could be so confined, let me reference day 3 argument 5. paragraph 3… then not only would us men prove we were right we’d know we were for once.
I indexed all the archives with a lot of help. Lisa was awesome, always bringing in the cofee, and Emily was useful for dragging the boxes to and fro. It was worth it.
i went to staples yesterday and they had no index cards!
in fourth grade i learned how to use the index in a textbook.
the word index rhymes with windex.
catalog, map of the inner world, guide of innumerable value, pathways to ideas
i think it’s important everything has an index. it keeps things organized, which is important. without orginization i get very nervous and anxious. i hate feeling anxious, and anything that can keep me from feeling that way is a good thing, in my opinion.
A Library. For many reasons. Like a card catalogue to find different books but also like an index in a book.
Wow, a repertoire of everything that has ever been. Condensed into a molecule of one mind.
Organized over three lifetimes, organically adapted through three more, and then the death of a soul releasing itself to the universe-index.
index. If i could index my thoughts, my dreams, would the memories even fit into any sort of structure? How would i file them? alphabetically by subject? emotion? L for love, laughter, life, loneliness. M for mystery, mother, misanthropy.
The index is where we find what we can, yet never find the correct thing. Isn’t it sad, how useful, yet overused it is?
cards, blank white pieces of paper. recipe cards. cookies. chocolate chip cookies. Small. blue lines… yum. grandma’s recipes.
as she pointed with her index finger the pot on the table sitting there a moment ago began to rise. as she saw this, she coundin’t belive it was happening. being pushed around all her life then she could stand up for her self!
index. i dont even know what that is, nevermind, its where you find a page number, yes? is that is ? i barely even use an inadex unless im feeling preeee lazzy. or lazy/ whatever.
Index? what a freaking boring word. what cani honestly say about this. its at the back of books sometimes, usually boring nonfiction ones, and the dictionary is one giant index. this is boring. indexs suck. new word please.
There was a single index card within the file cabinet which was said to contain the secrets to understanding all of the cabinets’ contents. Unfortunately, finding this card proved very difficult for it was never filed in the same place twice. The filing clerk–following the rigid security policies adopted by the multinational holding company–insisted on placing it randomly in various manila folders in one of twenty seven gun metal gray floor-to-ceiling filing cabinets which lined the far wall of the sterile office building, successfully blocking out every ray of light, each one of them leaning forward like an armament of tanks, just waiting to be deployed.
Index. The place where everything is summarily reduced to a name followed by a page number. No denotation of value, of significance. An obscure, irrelevant anamoly put in the same place as the unifying concept of human history. Why do we do this to our most valued resource: our information?
The index to the book was complete in it’s contents. From A to Z it had information cataloging everything that had happened.
He looked through the vast index of a somewhat tumultuous library card catalog. He revered in what he had found. Books of all sorts, and subjects. Ironically enough, he found books pertaining to the science of indexing.
cataloque
I studied and studied. At around 10:30 Wednesday night, I got home from work and immediately began scribbling away until I had a set of flash cards. I rifled through them non-stop for four days until it was time to take the test.
The place you go to find out where you need to be. It’s like college, except a lot easier to navigate and without a lot of the insufferable roommates and such. Loads of fun.
i love dictionaries and references to irrelevance….
yeahhh…
index cards where never fun to fill out for research papers in high school.
i honestly have nothing else to say about the word index…….
not a very inspiring word so nothing is coming to me, nothing at all but this ramble. now i’m out of time :-(
a student’s life: looking through the index of a textbook, researching, preparing for classes, studing like crazy…
lists…
always lists…
no matter how they disquise it they always want a list…
who is at the top of your list.
He rolled up to the station in his ’81 voltswagon. His family told him for years to get a new car. Never. She was his baby, she never gave him a reason to get rid of her. He got out of the car and walked into the station the same way he did every afternoon. There was a new suspect today – Roy Tenner. Tenner, a surname he was too familiar with. The T files was the most warn of any other letter in that index.
Dear index,
You are incredibly useful, and unfortunately also something i always forget exists. I can flip and page through books forever before realizing you can help me find what I need.
Sorry for being a douche,
Amanda
indexes are in libraries. this is really hard. there is nothing to write about on the topic of index. thats stupid of this website. i wont use it any more because of this upsetting matter.
index of names. all the names of the people ive slept with. lots of koreans. more than youd expect. only one girl though.lori
Index cards. Hard, white and lined. I had a book of them, bound on a spiral ring, or whatever it is you call the spiral, just a spiral? Anyway, it had a blue cover. I had notes on it, jokes, characters.
Indexes are important because they inform you of what is to come. Without one, you would be clueless. On the plus side, in a book without an index you would have only surprises which I actually like with books.
i don’t know what i should write about index…
I need an index card to write my vocabulary words. I’ll use my index finger to point at the cards!
lol well i found an index of porn it told me that poron has an index i was like porn needs an index why? so then i looked at the index and it was just anal thats it over and over again! i thought to my self why?
she takes her index finger and presses it against her smooth lips. shh, she is saying. don’t tell, she is saying. this is our little secret, she is saying. quietly, she slips from underneath the covers and throws on her clothes impetuously. she is gone before he knows what to think of her.
File me away. I’ll stay a secret in your mind. No trace need be found, linking me and you. No trace, other than your heart. There will be a mislabeled memory, so others will not realize what it truly is, and it will be my index.
Index… You mean like that math reference or do you mean the finger? Or can we take it further and measure the small indexes in all of our lives?
the emotional index of how im feeling right now would be off the charts! i mean i am done with one, and so ready …sorta for another…but the other he’s older and i just have no idea how to read him well…my emotional index is high…
My index finger is bruised and swollen from working today. It wasn’t fun.
Indexes are helpful. Not only index fingers, but also organizers. The other kind of index too, the one on the tip of my brain that I can’t remember the definition of. Indexes of all kinds are useful.
I always try to find things really quickly with the index. It never really works out because I am always intrigued by the other chapters and end up getting sidetracked. I never really do find the what I am looking for. Then again, I probably do.
pay your dues,
boy: with this
ring I thee
wet, miserable
squirrelheads
plaguing village
and dell, halving
the wisdom hounds,
intimidating
the fleabag
motels
with downy
twins rummaging
the chop suey
nights of runway
brigades: casual
they may be,
automatic
twizzling
beyond the Nine,
vegimatic
sizzling beyond
the Vine.
while i tried to orginize my letters, i realized how importand the index was. if only our relationship arguments could be so confined, let me reference day 3 argument 5. paragraph 3… then not only would us men prove we were right we’d know we were for once.
I indexed all the archives with a lot of help. Lisa was awesome, always bringing in the cofee, and Emily was useful for dragging the boxes to and fro. It was worth it.
i went to staples yesterday and they had no index cards!
in fourth grade i learned how to use the index in a textbook.
the word index rhymes with windex.