Heavy Plant

Walk past a "Heavy Plant" warning and wonder vaguely if the trees thought it was for them; if whoever put it up had enough imag...


you never know it might work

For the past bloody ages I've been meaning to start writing again but never seem to get round to it. Even when I had the time to write I blew it on learning to do web stuff. Whilst that does mean that I now have my own web resources I haven't written anything in bloody ages and I haven't written anything good in even longer. I'm hoping that having a "blog" will force me back into writing. Though I have no idea what I'll write, I guess we'll just have to wait and see.

Having thought about it for the best part of a pico-second the word "blog" has now got me in a lather. What an uncomfortable piece of slang. What was wrong with web-log? Or is that the limit of geek? Unnecessary neologism makes the language difficult to use and confusing to the dyslexic i.e me.

Whilst no technophobe I am beginning to be increasingly baffled by what technology is doing to the English language. The horrific combination of teenagers and mobile phones produced a confusing mixture of laziness and communication in the form of the abbreviated text message language that they created. This reduced teenagers, never the most comprehensible of life-forms, to strings of consonants that would have had Roland Barthes jumping up and down and frothing in Gallic glee. The worst thing about this was not that it made its way into mainstream culture so quickly but that my mother started using it. That is of course after she figured out how to send text messages, a respectable two years after first being given a mobile phone. I now get text messages at work from her while she is on holiday in Africa that I have to decode before I realise she's just boasting about her holiday.

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