Our editor is constantly urging the Evening Sun staff to blog more. Creative writing can be wonderful, but I loathe participating in the slow de-evolution of the English language vis-a-vis the Internet.
The word ‘blog’ sounds like something a toilet does when it’s been clogged and overflowing onto the bathroom floor, but it originally stood for “weblog.” (Pronounced web-log, not we-blog). The first two letters however became too weary and were dropped because people were, literally, too lazy to lift a finger.
In suit with such monumental laziness and disregard for class and style follows a slew of recreated pseudo-words that tumble forward like dominos – lol, brb, afk, b4, cya, ic, idk, jk, lmao, ne1, nm, np, obtw, omg … and it never stops. I hate it. I feel like I fell through a time warp and found myself text messaging with a cave man who just vomited on a dictionary. Seriously, there are well trained monkeys who can communicate with a few carefully selected letters … I’m absolutely thrilled to be part of such a category.
That being said, one barreling constraint that strangles both imagination and integrity at the same time is censorship. Imagine if one could really just write … nothing else, no filter, nothing. Brutal directness, made for a grateful audience who’s getting sick of shifting through the daily media who-ha that crams up our airwaves. Pulling out that stubborn string of politically correct half truth smothered in a rope of persuasion yanking its benign audience towards this cause or that product. Telling the truth for its own sake would be like running naked through the middle of town, but far more taboo. And that’s why I appreciate blogging.
I admire bloggers for this one great reason, the Internet is a child of the digital revolution and near enough to the edge of that frontier to allow freedom of expression to thrive. A frontier without social pressures or corporate control (yet), a place where anyone can remain anonymous for better or worse. Blogs may be a lot of things, but many represent one of the few places left were we can turn the page to that of an open, honest (and often crazy) thought.
Would it really kill us though if we wrote ‘I’m laughing out loud’ instead of ‘lol’? Technology is supposed to make us smarter not dumber.