Because my weekend reveiw was dull…
This thought occurs to me every now and then, so I think I’ll share it now.
Onomatopoeia (had to look up the spelling for that one) are words that are sound (buzz, bank, clink). Seems to me that email and chatting has increased, and maybe even altered a few of these. I had a great example, I’ll see if I can remember while I type this. But the first that comes to mind for me is FJs pthhhbbbt. That’s supposed to be a rasberry, I always imagined. (you know when you stick your tongue out and close your lips and basically spit?) But once it’s in writing it takes on a sound and life of it’s own.
Other words, not necessarily onomatopoeia, but words that are more sounds we make than words, “doh”, “eh”, “whoo hoo”. Prior to chatting, I never said whoo hoo. Now I tend to.
Will we someday be saying L O L, instead of actually laughing?
Oh, here’s a good one “pshaw” I now say it the way it is spelled, rather than the sound I used to make for the same purpose.
Anybody got any others? Maybe I’ll remember the better example I had. If/when I do, I’ll share it.
Ok, it’s 10am now, I’ve got an hour and a half til I can make and eat my lunch (make = microwave), then I’ll skip out of here about 12, and go to target in search of a cheap flask and tee set, that I saw at the target in tulsa. I just want the flask, the tees are a bonus, but for $10, I don’t mind giving a few tees to phlome, in order to get a flask.
On to other topics. I found this quote quite amusing: “the sad truth is, the real difference between Democrats and Republicans is that their celebrities are, like, actually famous and ours are, well, singing weirdly erotic songs about Our Savior.” From a column in Slate, written by a republican (in case you couldn’t tell). He comments on the line-up of celebrities performing at the national convention:
Michael W. Smith, Daniel Rodriguez, Daize Shayne, Sara Evans, and Dana Glover.
Republicans “all pretty much adhere to the Christian Rock Principle?it sounds like rock, for about one second you think it’s rock, but it isn’t quite.”
“if the Republicans are the party of the rich, the Democrats are the party of the rich and famous. Put it this way: There are two kinds of people in the world, famous people, and people you have to Google. Republicans have a lot of the latter and only a few of the former.”
I might as well just post the whole damned article. He makes a very good point about Kerry, and Clinton for that matter:
“I’m not really sure why Republicans even bother to compete. I mean, why go to the trouble to trot out your Bo Dereks or your Robert Davis, when there’s not much cachet to either name? (And anyway, who is Robert Davi again? I’ll pause briefly while you Google him.) After all, the whole point of a political convention is to shine the bright light of fame on the nominee, not the movie star listening to the nominee. The least interesting person at the Democratic National Convention last month was the nominee himself, and he’s the most likely, 12 months from now, to end up being the least famous, too. To become president of the United States these days, you really have to be a star. (It didn’t matter where Bill Clinton went or who he was with, he was unmistakably the most famous, most glittering person in the room.) Hanging out with P. Diddy or Leo or Ben or Barbra doesn’t make John Kerry seem more electric or attractive?star dust, all fables to the contrary, does not rub off. It makes him seem stiffer, weirder, creepier than he already appears.
Worse, if one of these characters does something embarrassing, or illegal, or both?and come on, it’s not entirely unlikely?it will blow back on the nominee, as unfair as that seems. Fame and notoriety are yoked so tightly together in our country that any candidate who would actually allow the famous at his convention, let alone court them, is displaying baffling bad judgment.
This may be why you rarely, if ever, see George Bush in a celebrity photo op. True, he probably has no idea who most of the beautiful people at the DNC were anyway, but there’s also a political strategy to it, a certain faded-European-royalty logic at work: Always be the most powerful and famous person in the room, and if you’re not going to be, get another room.
Except for the humorously disconcerting Christian rock lyrics (”I lie in bed and what do I see/ But your loving face looking back at me”), I’m probably not going to enjoy the entertainment offerings at the Republican Convention. But then, I’m not really supposed to.”
But go ahead and check out Slate, to read the article in it’s entirety. The author is Rob Long - gotta give credit where credit is due.
hmmm, that brings up a Sawyer Brown song to mind, wonder if they’re playing at the Republican National Convention?
Ok, now’s it’s 11. half an hour til lunch break time.