The importance of language to the development of our species is obvious, and I will not go deeper into it, other than mentioning commerce, the passing of knowledge, the documenting of history and the most important one, giving an outlet to our imagination.
All that is obvious. We appreciate language, we treasure it, we study it. Or so it seems. Personally I have a suspicion that our approach to language is the same as to the earth. It's nice but we don’t really need it anymore as we can buy anything in the supermarket…
I am old. I know. But I am not that old. I do send messages and use the abbreviations that in the last years have even entered the official dictionaries, such as LOL and OMG. (ok, OMG I don’t use because I might try to be younger , but I don’t try to be a blond teenage American girl.)
I am old. I know. But it seems to me that language-wise we are devolving. The fact aboriginal languages all over the world are disappearing every day is concerning, if only for the academic value of the matter, but we , the modern educated part of the world are devolving back to one word sentences and soon enough will arrive back to grunts. Sorry. I-grunts.
Abbreviating words is one thing. I can almost live with that. Always thought vowels were a luxury, but once the grammar is being chopped at the knees there is only a certain level of conversation you can get to. And that starts changing your way of thinking.
The way you define your beliefs and ideas is what you are, what is making you what you are , and once you limit your ways of expression, you are indeed limited, if not to say challenged. These days it seems most definitions of belief systems has been summed up to one word – whatever. (Curling my fictional blond curl between my finger and my thumb, while rolling my eyes)
I thought about starting a twittipedia. An encyclopedia where every topic will be covered , to the best of the humoristic ability of the writers in under 144 characters. There is no subject that can't be simmered, summed and concentrated to the bare minimum. What is really important. A writer from my old country once wrote a story about saying 'I love you' while having an asthma attack. When every breath is a struggle, when every word really counts.
We can go back to the telegram days, when we used to count every word, synthesize every thought into the minimum number of words, and send semi enigmatic messages with abbreviation and..wait a minute…we ARE there! We have made a full circle in the world of global communication and we are back to the limitations and problems we had a hundred and fifty years ago.
Progress is good. Really good. Because it DOES seem like there is some improvement when all along….progress is good. Progress should be a politician.
I will still continue my affair with long sentences and strange dialects of our human experience.
I like it there. But don’t worry, I will keep you updated.
I will tweet you.