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I, for one, cannot make a decision for the life of me. Choosing a title for my litblog was just another one of those dire, seemingly life-altering decisions I had to make. Granted, I can click "settings" on my Dashboard and change my title as I please, and with ease..

I came to terms with settling for the single-word title of "fancy." Here I was, abusing shuffle on my iTunes as usual, and I stumbled upon a song by that name. I am rather fond of this word in particular because it is anything but what it is. Fancy. Such a simple, mundane word. Looking at it, it isn't fancy in the least. It is much like the simplest of four-letter words, "love," (so cliche, I know) in that its meaning(s) and connotations are so much vaster than the space the word occupies. This idea, I think, may also be applied to literature. The tiny novel you can bring with you to Starbucks, the pocket Bible that that one guy in that one movie kept in his left breast pocket that ultimately saved his life when a bullet came flying in his direction (the title of the movie escapes me, but I'm almost sure Denzel Washington was the guy)... they are all much more than they seem. As cheesy as it is, I can safely say there exists binded, inked pages that have managed to significantly alter my life (as well as yours, and yours, and yours).

I would also like to think of myself as a somewhat fancy person (my pinky inherently protrudes whenever I am made to hold something). It just works on so many levels.