*Notes on language and communication*

Do you know what I think?

I think it was the waiting. That’s what must’ve done it. The how long it took for things to arrive by mail, or the only so much you can say by telegram. It was inefficient.

Communication is a social necessity. It was easy when it was just finding a sound for water or food, but became more difficult as abstract ideas were attempted to be expressed. How did we decide on a sound for happy? Why is there a distinction between joyous and glad?

It was in the waiting when an overzealous attempt at generalizing abstract thought became a practice. We couldn’t stand around hoping that a dialogue would end up at an absolute agreement, rather we generalized ideas into individual designations in an attempt to speed up the process of communication. In this hasty tête-à-tête the bewitchment of language occurs. Saying red how I imagine blood to be, and you hear the red of fire hydrants and trucks. So much of the information is lost in the receiving.

Early in human history letters were the main method of long distance communication. So much could be said if you had the time to write and read. The problem with this was that it took so long before a letter was received. Weeks to months, sometimes, years before a letter would arrive meant that the posture of the correspondent had probably changed.

(to be continued… a little later)

Language was created because of a need, but evolved because of idle time.

Do you buy it?

It was one and two and three and four and five o’clock in the mourning. Whenever it was, it was time to write the entry. And of course it is such a burden, how homework always is.

What you’re going to write about is the whole ordeal. The whole making out process of writing an entry. The how many words dedicated to itself. You tell yourself, such a hassle.

See also: burden.

See also: encumbrance.

So much to writing in a blog is self promotion. You say, hello this is me. Telling the whole world, this is what I like. And the point is that someone cares. A comment that leaves a mark justifying your existence. It used to be; write a book. It used to be; paint a portrait.

In writing an entry what you say matters less than how many people have read it. A numbers game when you’ve gotten so many comments, or so many hits. At the end of the day what it is, is big business.

A lot of what you have to say only you will buy, which means so much of how you’re talking is you selling yourself to someone else. Having a conversation becomes keeping another person’s interest. Buying his or her time. All of it is making a transaction.

This, you say, is me.

P.s. post a comment.

P.s. send me a reply.

What you’re buying is status. The how many friends you have on multiply, the so many comments you’ve gotten from the blog defines your status. Where you are now is the result of people paying you interest.

At the end of the day you can look back at your blog and rate your importance to the people that know you.

Do you buy it?