Messing around

Wow! Gushing appreciation really feels wonderful. 🙂

Let me back up a bit. Some people don’t have an appreciation of language quite like mine. Most people. Almost all people. Maybe I’m strange.

Quite a few people (2, to be exact, I think) have gotten upset about how this blog has cited their work. Maybe about half of them have mentioned the name of this blog as objectionable.

I wonder how many people understand the way this term is used (colloquially). Even a plain and simple Google search would reveal an inkling of this — but I do not advise paying attention to Google, so whatever, nevermind.

It’s not lewd. It’s a newfangled word for “relationship” (without all of the “love”, “dating”, etc. attachments). It’s actually a quite ironic reversal of what average people might expect as to which term is more involved with heavy-hitting emotional baggage. Most people immediately see those four letters, and jump directly to prohibition.

But that’s all just introductory rambling on my mind.

Words (and the 8-letter string “fuckwith” is so commonly used, that it ought to be considered a word IMHO) make connections (I will spare you the details, but if you really want them, then go ahead and check out the work of super-smart dudes like Ludwig Wittgenstein and Noam Chomsky). When we express our thoughts with words, we make associations between the way we see things (and/or we describe relationships we recognise) in the real world.

The string “fuckwith” is especially ambivalent. Sometimes it means a clearly positive vibe, other times it means something like “fooling around” (or “messing around”), the way a so-called troll might behave. In both cases, it is very nonchalant.

Let me get to the point about why I started writing this post:

I came home and slept the best sleep I’ve had in weeks, filled with delightfully fun dreams

Velda wrote that in part because of my work with words! 😯

When I tell people that words and natural language are actually the most basic information technology there is, they tend to ignore what I just told them. Then within like 5 minutes, they will type a brand name into their computer or smartphone and actually believe whatever the brand name tells them. Brands are not words. Words are trustworthy. Brands are distrustworthy.

The Oblivious Little Adventurer

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When I was in pre-school, I asked for books on traffic laws and animals biology. I just wanted answers. I wanted to know more.

I also wandered around the neighbors in elementary school. Turned out the area I walked around was kinda sketchy. But I didn’t think much. I just wanted to see what’s out there, and then make my way to my friends where there would probably be banana pancakes.

Right around 2010, Paranormal Activity 2 came out. I remember being at my friend’s house, and we would watch it on her TV screen with maybe 10 or so others. I remember how noisy we were, and how it was comfortable surrounded by so many that even if a spirit came to drag one of us, the dozen of middle schoolers there would be able to fight back. I also remember I didn’t look at the screen that often…

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