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It’s about books

Oh, Say Can You Say?

Love the book True Grit. Fantastic dialogue. Even those who’ve only seen the movie are inclined to comment on the manner of speech.

It’s partly because our language is disappearing.

The OMGs and LOLs are contributing, no doubt, but words were becoming a problem long before cellphones and texting. We can’t say long words anymore. I don’t know if we’re unable to mouth them, or just don’t have the time.

One of the latest of the bothersome abbreviations: APP. There have been any number of comics strips in the newspaper touching on it. Pickles, the grandfatherly strip carried daily in the Tulsa World had its main character remark that he’d seen so many commercials about “an app for that,” that he had to lay down and take “an app.” Naps notwithstanding, there is confusion among the non-techs about the meaning.

Application. Say it. Application. It does take a little longer, and in the commercial it would have been impossible to repeat over and over “there’s an application for that.”

As a language lover, I find it is troublesome to lose words over fads, products, or altered perceptions. Application has become App, at least in this application.

Cellular phones became cells. With further abbreviation they turned into cels. Lose a pesky L. Facsimile machines became faxes. We used to have medications, now just meds. The Miami Hurricanes became the ‘Canes. Florida Seminoles? The ‘Noles. The temperatures got too extreme and became temps. Where amused responses once ruled, there is merely an 😉 .

Kristen Glover touts her Dad’ll-Do-It!’s car dealership at “I-44 Memorial.” The intersection disappeared. It is no longer at I-44 AND Memorial. Anywhere we can lose a word or a syllable or two – apparently, we must.

ROFL.

Therein lies the guilty pleasure of True Grit. It is set in the late 1800’s, when people still enjoyed the eloquence of conversation, sentences filled with words of the literate in quantities sufficient enough to require commas. There was nothing else to do back then but listen to the speaker, and speak they did.

Download the book, if you must. There’s an App for that. Let’s read.

Yawna? (Do you want to?)

Snow Good.

Twenty hours of snow to bury the car. Two hours with a shovel to dig it out. Two minutes to get bogged down two blocks from home.

I was so sure my skills and experience would get me through. Turns out, it was more like two guys with a shovel and a hearty push. I didn’t slow down until the car was back in the nice, freshly shoveled driveway.

Perhaps the bookstore won’t be open Thursday, either. On the other hand, this is Oklahoma, where on occasion the temperature goes up after dark.

A Word about using Protection…

And the word is PLEASE! as in, please work!. Sounds desperate, no? We’re talking Spam here, the capital-letter, vermin-style-invasive attacks that have finally worn me down.

It has become an everyday deal, spending time deleting blog comments posted by autobots, the spam-spewing software robots that have nothing better to do. The producers of this digital waste hope to increase the visibility of their own websites by dropping their deposits – like a wandering rodent – all over the internet.

Well… I’ve donned my Kevlar vest and my protective gloves. I’ve set the digital trap and today the test is on, trying to determine whether I can catch and dispose of the 30-50 bot-comments per day that I have been manually deleting.

There has to be a better use of time!

Protection. Strap some on!

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