March 2009

March 28, 2009

On Abbrvs, and Kewl New Age Jargon

By admin in LRR

There are certain things you hear sitting in the back of a classroom you otherwise would not if you took up a more studious seat up front. As I was sitting against a back window in linguistics class the other day, the teacher began to write an exercise on the board. She arrived at a word she could not spell; in her defense, English is her second language. Or third. Anyway, she asked the class if they could help her out, and then I heard it. It was one of those self-mocking statements you say to the kid next to you in order get a laugh or two: “Ha, I don’t know,” he said in a husky whisper, “Word does that for me.” They both started to laugh, as if it was ludicrous that he would actually be expected to know how to spell. The word, as I recall, was “decision.” They sounded like idiots.

Now this seems inconspicuous at first glance, I will admit. Everyone takes advantage of computerized assistance every once and a while – by this point in my post I’ve probably already used the thesaurus six times. But this got me thinking about our culture’s massive vocabulary reformations: with ‘new age’ jargon, we hardly use real, conversational English words anymore, and thus, we do not know how to spell them.

M.T. Anderson wrote an entire book, Feed, that incorporated this ‘new age’ innovated language. When I listened to him speak (he came to Uconn this past fall) about the exciting new possibilities for language, that new words are being created everyday, it was so eloquent, I was almost won over. Therein lies a point, though: his eloquence won me over – all of those traditional, lovely long words that are currently undergoing extinction – ironically, those are what worked.

As an English major who has very little exposure to the internet languages that are replacing proper English, I suppose am a bit biased. But seriously, all of the abbreviations? Ttyl? That is no longer an “exciting possibility for new language,” that is just someone with lazy fingers. I could write that whole sentence in seven letters: tijswlf. Is that exciting? No, it’s confusing. And those abbreviations should never, ever be spoken. Unfortunately enough, I’ve heard them. If you have not, I hope you never have to. It is like someone heaving a dagger smack into the middle of a Webster’s dictionary. It’s dreadful.

And then there are the spelling differentiations, which is probably why two kids in my linguistics class admittedly do not know how to spell. I’ve come across spellings like “ya” instead of “you,” or worse, the single letter “u” instead of the same word, thus allowing me to hypothesize that this phenomenon was formed in the interest of saving time while typing. The English language still suffered, but I understood the reasoning. One word proved me wrong: Kewl. Meant to be “cool,” it disproved my theory that the disfiguration of our language was meant to save time. Kewl: four letters. Cool: four letters. This would mean, horrifically, that even though the writer of “kewl” spends the same amount of time spelling the word out that it would take to spell the correct word, he or she does it anyway, just because. What?

In my blog post that has apparently morphed into a manifesto, I’m calling to all English users: let us not sacrifice our language in the name of the internet, or of saving time, or because you secretly wish you were Noah Webster. I would argue that replacing words that already exist (see above: cool) with fictional words, in frank terms, makes you look stupid. There is no need. To be fair, if a word does not exist, say, there is no English word for the state of being both clean and dirty at the same time, then something like clirty or dirtean seems perfectly rational. (This, I think, would be categorized under an “exciting possibility for our language.”) What is not acceptable, though, is the alteration of spellings and the abbreviations of the current generation that have resulted in college students not being able to spell “decision.” Shameful. And by the way, I didn’t need spell check to do that one, I promise.

March 23, 2009

Can’t Think of What to Read? Try Your Record Collection.

By admin in LRR

I used to have this problem where I would want to find new books to read but had absolutely no idea what I should read that would interest me. Many of the books I read outside of class I borrow from my friends, or my teachers mention them in class but don’t have time to teach them, but they pique my interest anyway. However, where do you turn from there once you’ve read all the books that have been recommended to you, or it’s summer vacation and your friends are all away and you have no one whom will let you over their house and raid their book collection? This has happened to me before, but then I realized I was overlooking my best source to find good reads: music.

One of the major things that draws me into liking a band is the lyrics; if a band has great music but lyrics that are too simple or straight-forward, I won’t be inclined to like them as much as bands with great music and intelligent lyrics. And one of my favorite things about some of my favorite bands is the amount of literary references that pop up in their work. For example, several bands name themselves after books, such as a folk-punk and from Texas called O Pioneers!!!, which took their name from a Willa Cather novel, and then added two more exclamation points. Another well-known punk band that has done this is Gainesville, Florida’s Hot Water Music, which shares the name of a collection of poetry by Charles Bukowski.

But some bands like to get even more subtle and in-depth with their literary references. The Lawrence Arms, who also happen to be my favorite band, are masters at weaving references to literature and pop-culture into their songs in a way that goes almost unnoticed, if it weren’t for the fact that a couple of their albums include footnotes detailing what all of their songs are alluding to. Their fourth album The Greatest Story Ever Told which was released in 2003 is a concept album based around the idea that “we are clowns only here to entertain,” and thus has a prevalent circus theme throughout and the lyrics to many of the songs have an existentialist feel to them. In the fourth track on this album, called “Drunk Mouth Kitchen Smile,” the band closes out the song by singing, “I should be on trial for everything I haven’t done,” which is referring to Franz Kafka’s novel, The Trial, in which a man is arrested and put on trial without being told what he was arrested for in the first place. Another reference to a foreign writer also comes up on the eighth track, titled “Chapter 13: The Hero Appears.” This song title refers to the novel The Master and the Margarita by Russian author Mikhail Bulgakov – the thirteenth chapter of the book translates into English as “The Hero Enters.” These two songs, along with the rest of The Lawrence Arms’ music, has provided me with a whole new list of “books that I should really get around to reading soon” that I now keep in mind whenever going to the bookstore or library. And, chances are, if you take a look through your musical collection, you’ll find a whole bunch of bands that do this as well, and hopefully you will be able to find out about some great books to read while listening to awesome music.

March 19, 2009

Flash Fiction Contest

By admin in LRR

This is a quick one, but it’s important so pay attention: Long River Review is proud to announce our first Flash Fiction Contest and it’s open to the general public, not just UConn students. Check out that link for more information, such as the prizes for winning and how to enter.

March 19, 2009

Burnt Bread

By admin in LRR

I cooked a lot over spring break. Being without a kitchen at UConn makes me miss rotating meat over a fire. As convenient as buffet-style dining halls are, it’s odd eating things that were cooked out of my eyesight. I doubt the cooks spit in the food, but I like to be the one making my meals.

Wednesday night my girlfriend was visiting and was going to meet my family for the first time. I decided to put together another nice meal for the occasion. I decided on halibut, a maple syrup squash dish, and salad. Everything was going lovely, the halibut juicing up, the squash browning, until I decided to toast some French bread to go with the squash dish. The halibut and squash took up all the oven racks so I, stupidly, rested the pan of bread directly on the bottom coils. I assumed that since the oven was on “Bake,” only the top coils would be working. This was not true. Within five minutes I smelled something burning. I opened up the oven and was greeted with billows of smoke followed by the ringing of fire alarms.

When the fire alarms in my house go off we receive a call from the alarm company, just to make sure we’re not dead.

**Ring**

“Hello?”

“Hello, Mr. Immer? This is [blahblah] Alarm Company. We just received noticed that your fire alarm went off, are you aware of this?”

“Yes I’m aware. I burnt bread.”

“Burnt bread? Oh.”

“Yep, stupid I know. I’m sorry”

“Well, just to let you know, we’ve dispatched fire trucks to your house as protocol.”

“Lovely, thank you.”

Three minutes later two very large fire trucks roared down my street and into my driveway. Both trucks were filled with fireman, suited up, ready for action. A plump fireman with a grey mustache got out and greeted me.

“What’s the problem?”

“I burnt bread.”

“…Burnt bread? That’s it?”

“Yep, that’s it.”

“Well, do you need help getting the smoke out?”

“Nope, thanks though.”

The firemen probably made jokes about me on the way back to the station for making them put on fifteen-pound suits and drive halfway across town. My girlfriend and sister laughed at me throughout the ordeal, and with good reason. Burning bread is a silly ordeal and is made even sillier when a fat man scoffs at you for wasting his time.